Page 9 of Sasquatch Love Spell

Then he caught her and fucked her like an animal in the forest under a full moon.

Just thinking of that primal moment, the exhilaration of the hunt and the claiming by a beast, made her pussy throb. She was so wet and ready for Adam. She wanted to be claimed by him.

This Sasquatch.

This beast.

“I would like to protect you,” Adam said, gently as he reached out and touched her hair, running his large fingers through it.

“I would like your protection,” she whispered. “And so much more.”

She undid the clasps to her dress, dropping the skimpy coven gown. It pooled at her feet, hitting the dry leaves. Her body naked, aroused and ready for him.

“I would like that too.”

Aoife pressed her naked body against his. She wasn’t cold anymore. His fur was so warm, soft and comforting even if it was a bit damp, but it was drying quickly in the cool autumn breeze.

Adam scooped her up in his arms, just as easily as he had before, when he carried her back to his cabin. Her heart was racing with the thrill of being taken by him. This was her choice in this moment, and it was freeing. Maybe it was the pheromone, the love spell, but she didn’t care. She was past the point of no return.

Adam gingerly laid her down on the bed, looming over her, his gaze drinking her in, which just made her even more aroused.

“I have no protection,” he said, his voice strained. “I can pull out. I do with females I have mated with in the past.”

“You don’t need that with me. I’m part banshee. There’s no disease that can kill me and I can’t get pregnant at this time of year. My fertile cycle is still well off.”

She reached up and touched his face, then knelt in front of him, so she was looking him in the eyes. She gently ran her fingers over his face and could feel his sharp incisors, like those of ancestral apes and Neanderthal. There was something completely exhilarating about the idea that he could tear her throat out.

“I do have one stipulation though,” she said, her voice shaking.

“What's that?” he asked.

“I don’t kiss on the lips. I can’t give you that.”

A kiss was for love and it was the most powerful magic there was, so she didn’t kiss on the lips.

She couldn’t, but she wanted Adam.

This powerful creature.

A monster, some called him.

Would Prince Ivar even want her after she was used by a Sasquatch? She doubted it and that made her secretly happy.

“No kiss then. Though I would like to," he said, his voice deep and husky.

She smiled and ran her fingers over his body, before reaching down and touching his cock, gently palming it.

There was a rumble deep in his chest, like she was awakening the monster within. His big hands ran over her body, touching her.

Adam pushed her to the mattress. He began to inhale her scent, deeply. His hot breath fanned over her body; his tentative kisses against the skin of her neck and collar bone made her blood ignite and when his face settled between her thighs, the coil of heat in her belly unfurled, waiting as he drank in her scent. His arms slipped out from under her ass, his hands resting on the tops of her thighs as he spread her legs.

Wider.

His tongue swept up her center, licking her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

“So sweet,” he murmured and then he dragged his tongue up her pussy again, agonizingly slow. She tried to arch her hips, but his arms wrapped under her thighs and his hands made it impossible for her to move her hips.

She was his prisoner.