Page 36 of Enchanting Her Mate

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Page 36 of Enchanting Her Mate

I stalk toward her, and her lips part as she steps back, maintaining the distance between us. Her brow lifts as she continues backing from me, a challenge, it seems.

“Iwillcatch you, tiny witch. Do not even think about running.”

When her back hits the wall, her hands cover her breasts, kneading the tips into hardened, dark-gold points that make my mouth water.

I run my nose along the length of her throat when I reach her, and place my palms on either side of her head, caging her in. “Mmm,” I groan as I shove my nose into her hair. “Your scent. I want to breathe it in for the rest of time.”

Jo splays a hand on my lower back and pulls me flush against her body. “You will,” she says just before she crushes her lips to mine. It is a bruising, punishing kiss, as the anguish we both felt tonight pours from our lips. She uses her fangs to nip at the tip of my tongue, and I let out a needy, desperate moan as my hips buck against her.

Her breaths come out in short pants against my cheek as I let one hand drift down her body, avoiding her breasts entirely and trailing the center of her chest.

She whimpers in protest. “Stop teasing me.”

My claw traces a lazy circle around her belly button. “You want my hand, tiny witch?”

“Yesss,” she hisses, reaching for my wrist. But I pull it away.

“I want to hear it again,” I whisper against her neck.

“H-hear what?” she pants.

“The Trovilian term for fated mate. You said it earlier. Say it again.”

My fingers trail down the lower part of her stomach and stop just before they reach the lips of her cunt.

“Inara,” she moans, rocking her hips forward to meet my hand.

“Yes, that is it,” I reply, running a finger down her swollen seam. She is already so wet.

“Ah!” she cries out as I push my finger inside her tight heat.

“And what am I?” I ask, dropping my head until I can flick my tongue against her nipple.

She groans as she throws her head back. “My inara.”

Agreeing, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard. I slide another finger inside her cunt, her juices dripping down my hand.

Her hands tangle in my hair as she meets each thrust of my hand with her hips. Soon, I feel her body quiver and her k'billita pulse against my fingers. She is close.

Pressing the flat of my tongue against her nipple, it starts to vibrate.

“Alu, yes––ah!” she cries out as she comes, her entire body quaking against me.

I shove my face into the crook of her neck and bite down until I taste blood. Then I run my tongue across the wound until the bleeding stops.

Her chest continues to heave as she looks up at me with swollen lips and dazed eyes. Pride fills my chest at the sight of my mate thoroughly sexed. I did that.

She chuckles through short, panting breaths as she ducks beneath my arm and drops to her knees, pushing me until my back hits the wall.

Then Jo shoves her face between my thighs and lavishes my cunt with her tongue. She alternates between sucking on my lips and stroking her tongue into the depths of my core, and turning my breaths ragged in an instant as I try to keep up with all the sensations shooting through my body.

“Faster,” I command when she starts swirling the tip of her tongue in a tight circle just inside my cunt, swiping along myavuno.“Yes, yes,” I whimper as she picks up the pace. I run my claws along her scalp and then rest my hand at the back of her head, keeping her in place as I arch my back off the wall. My body is as tight as a bowstring, and Jo has me on the verge of snapping.

Soon, her tongue is twisting and dipping inside me at a pace that does not seem possible, by draxilio or Trovilian standards, but then again, this is my tiny witch, and she tends to break barriers.

My scream fills the room, maybe even the whole house, as I am thrown over the edge. And within a breath, I feel Jo’s fangs sink into the fleshy part of my inner thigh. The sting of the bite lengthens my release, and I find I am still pumping my hips against her face shamelessly as she cleans the blood from the bite.

She stands on shaky legs, and I find mine are just as wobbly as she takes my hand and pulls me onto the bed. I do not even get under the blankets before my muscles relax and sleep pulls me under.




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