Wolf Spell: Shifters Bewitched #1 by Tasha Black (i am malala young readers edition .TXT) 📕

“Just a kiss,” he whispered, though whether he was bargaining with me or with himself I couldn’t say.

I closed my eyes again in assent and instantly he was kissing me. His lips were warm and firm, his kiss so gentle that it made me burn. He tasted like the forest.

I whimpered against his mouth and he kissed me with more passion, then thumbed my jaw open, devouring me.

I kissed him back with all I had, wishing I could split myself open for him to be even closer. Everything that separated us was now hateful to me. My clothing irritated my flesh and the air between us felt frigid. Everything in me demanded that I release myself to accept the bond, let it snap tight around us so that nothing could ever separate us again.

He pulled us down on the rug, pinning me to the floor with his big body.

The fur rug was soft to the touch, but the wood floor was firm beneath it. I could feel every inch of him, pressed against me as if he were trying to incorporate my physical being into his.

He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, his teeth grazing me.

I closed my eyes, moaning lightly.

He left my mouth to nuzzle the place where my neck met my shoulder. His jaw was rough, but his mouth was gentle, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt his teeth graze my flesh again and I sank my nails into his upper arms.

“Bella,” he gasped, pulling back, even as I fought to hold on.

I opened my eyes to see that his were glowing with lust.

“Enough,” he growled. “Enough, or I will have to claim you.”

My heart was pounding and my body screaming for him too, but I let go of his arms somehow.

He rolled onto his side, panting, pulling me to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I hadn’t meant to tease him, to tease us both.

“It’s not your fault,” he said. “It’s the bond. It’s impossible to resist.”

“Not impossible,” I murmured. “You resisted it.”

I was lucky he had resisted it. In the moment, I had been swept away. It was as if I had been drugged.

“You would have resisted too,” he told me. “But it will be more difficult the more time we spend together.”

It was difficult now. I was practically squirming with need.

“I want you so much,” he whispered in my ear. “And I know you want me too. I can taste it on the air.”

He stroked my cheek, and I closed my eyes to lean into his hand. The pounding in my body resumed and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

Luke ran his hand down my side, caressing my arm, then my hip, stroking my belly, my face, my thighs, as if he were trying to soothe and calm my feverish need.

But he was only stoking it further. I tried not to think, not to breathe. I knew I should ask him to stop, but I craved his touch so horribly that I couldn’t form the words.

“Your beauty scares me,” he whispered, sliding his hand down to cup my breast. “If I claim you, it will be even more intense between us.”

I wanted to answer, but every particle of me was focused on his thumb, lightly caressing my aching nipple through the fabric of my dress.

He slid his hand up to release the buttons at the top of my dress, slowly opening it until we could both see my breasts, half-bared to him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, slipping his fingers under the cups of my bra, pulling them down slightly to reveal my nipples.

His gentle touches were driving me insane with need. I clung to the edge of sanity as I watched him lower his face to lick one nipple into his warm mouth.

He groaned and the sound went through me, making me frantic. He licked the other nipple and then went back to the first as I closed my eyes and clenched the furs beneath us.

“Look at me,” he growled.

I opened my eyes and gazed into his. They were glowing blue, so beautiful and frightening that I was transfixed.

He pushed my skirts up, his huge, warm hand caressing my thighs as he did.

“Luke,” I whimpered.

But he was already sliding his hand up, up, up, an index finger drawing a line along my throbbing sex through my panties.

“Oh, Bella,” he moaned, his bright eyes hazy with lust.

My hips were trembling, angling up shamelessly for his touch.

He flicked his fingers, and I heard the tear of cotton. Then his fingers were on my flesh, tender and teasing.

A fire was raging inside me, threatening to consume my soul. I needed him, needed him so much there was nothing else in the world.

“Please,” I begged.

He growled out a furious sound and then he was crawling down to replace his hand with his face.

This wasn’t what I wanted, what I needed. I needed him inside me. I needed the agony of his bite on my neck as he filled me.

But at the first touch of his tongue, I fell back against the furs, helpless.

I’d had a boyfriend in college who tried to go down on me, and I’d found it mostly boring. But his efforts had been shy and halfhearted.

Luke fed on me like a starving man. Lapping, sucking, and groaning into me as if he could never get enough.

I could feel the tide of pleasure rising, lifting me. I cried out his name in need and wonder as he eased a finger inside me.

Just as my ecstasy approached, he pulled back and went perfectly still, leaving me desperate, hips rising involuntarily to find his mouth.

I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me, lips parted as I convulsed on his finger like a fish out of water, too desperate to remember how to beg.

“Fuck,” he growled, and dove back in.

The pleasure was more intense now. After a moment I was coming apart on his tongue, shimmering, floating, and finally exploding with the ecstasy.

When it was done,