Davis, Liz - Under His Spell (Siren Publishing Classic) (4 page)

It hurt a little as he bit into her, but it still felt nice. The pleasure she felt far outweighed the pain.

He worked the length of his cock inside of her, mixing up the pace. Sometimes he used long, slow, deep strokes, and then he would change to short, fast, urgent ones. She couldn’t decide which she liked better, deep and slow or quick and hard, but the way he mixed it up definitely added an extra thrill. His deep brown eyes seemed to penetrate her as he did it, heightening the intensity between them. She’d surrendered herself completely to him, losing all of her inhibitions. The passion she felt consumed her, making her feel more free than she’d felt in a long time.

The tip of his penis was now hitting her sweet spot, and she knew another climax was on its way. Her whole body tightened with the need to come, and he sensed this, working his hips into a measured rhythm. His chest glistened with sweat, and a drop of it fell against her lips. Lynn’s tongue slid across them, tasting the salty tang of him. Her hips moved with him, his large hands grasping her waist as she rolled her hips into him. A series of pleasurable waves rolled through her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she went under.

He leaned into her ear to whisper, “That’s it, baby, come for me.”

His voice sent shivers up her spine.

Takoda grabbed hold of both of her legs, stretching them upward so that they rest against his shoulders. With her pelvis tilted upward, he was able to gain even deeper access. Her eyes widened, panting in pleasure as his thrusts grew deeper and harder. Then suddenly, she felt the tip of his penis press against that spot buried deep within her and she cried out in pleasure.

Her loud moans filled the room as the head of his cock repeatedly pushed against her G-spot.

Tightening her legs around his waist, Lynn pulled him in even closer, immersing herself in the blissfulness of the moment.

“Your pussy feels so good baby, so tight and wet.” His breath ghosted against her body and he placed sweet, tender kisses all along her flesh.

As her breathing grew erratic, her body began to tremble. Lynn’s body grew rigid with need and her walls tightened around his length, signaling her impending release.

Takoda’s chest glistened with sweat, and the air was filled with the scent of their passionate lovemaking. Glancing up at his face, Lynn noted his intense expression. His eyebrows were knitted together and his breath came out in quick, short pants. His body was taut with desire, hips rocking back and forth as he lowered his head and moaned into her ear. Her fingernails trailed down his back, scraping lightly against the flesh as he tirelessly pumped into her.

As his tongue pressed against the middle of her neck, it left a wet trail behind, snaking up and over her chin as it slid into her mouth. Their lips pressed fiercely against each other, their kiss deepening as his hips jerked quicker and quicker.

“Oh, babe, I’m going to come.”

Sinking her nails into the flesh of his ass, Lynn’s legs began to quiver as a wave of sheer pleasure consumed her. The contractions of her pussy were intense, bringing about his own release soon after. Takoda gave a carnal groan, jerking his hips forward to release his seed inside of her. His breath hitched as he ejaculated, sending spurt after spurt into her spasming vagina. This brought about a second mini orgasm for Lynn. Their bodies trembled, sharing a deep, tender kiss as he collapsed on top of her. Once their lips parted, he rolled off of her and onto the bed.

Neither of them said a thing for a few moments. The only sound in the room was of their heavy breathing. Finally, Takoda rolled over onto his side, grabbing her around the waist to pull her in closer.

“Mmmm.” Nuzzling her head against his chest, Lynn inhaled his manly scent.

“Guess I didn’t really get much painting done, did I?” A wide grin spread across his face as he stroked her curly hair.

“Well, you could always stay and put in overtime.” She said it in a teasing tone of voice, wanting to see how he’d respond.

“Is that an invitation to stay?”

“Depends on your schedule, I guess.” She was hoping he wouldn’t have to leave, at least not yet.

“I really like spending time with you, Lynn.”

“I like spending time with you too.” She tilted her head upward so she could look into his eyes.

“Good, I’m glad you do.” A little smile crossed his lips as he said it, and he gave her a kiss on the top of the head.

Reaching her hand up to touch his hair, she began twirling a finger around his locks, admiring the silky softness of it.

As Lynn ran her fingers through his hair, she heard him give a moan of contentment. “I hope you don’t mind, but I just want to lay beside you for a bit. I’ll still get up and paint, though.” Takoda lifted her hand into his to give it a tender kiss.

“It’s no problem, I know you’ll get it done.”

“Actually I was hoping to spend the entire evening in bed with you. I’m only just getting started, you know.”

As she glanced into his eyes she saw there was a feral look of lust in his eyes, and a rush of adrenaline swept through her.
 

“Mmmm, is that a promise?” Wrapping a leg across his own, she softly stroked his arm, admiring the curve of his bicep.

“Most definitely.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her tightly against him, enjoying the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin.

Comfortable silence fell between them as they blissfully enjoyed the moment. After a few minutes, she heard the sound of him snoring. She watched him for a few moments, studying his beautiful face. She couldn’t help but admire every inch of him. Her heart beat rapidly as she watched him, her mind dizzy with lust and excitement. Then after awhile her eyelids began to grow heavy, and she found herself succumbing to sleep.

* * * *

Lynn’s eyes opened to sunlight filtering in through her curtains. Expelling a yawn, she stretched her body beneath the covers, feeling sore but incredibly fulfilled. It reminded her of the amazing night they’d had. Stretching her arm out, she expected to feel him, but as she opened her eyes she realized that there was nothing but empty space beside her. With her cheek placed against the pillow, she inhaled, allowing the scent to invade her nostrils. His manly scent was embedded in her covers, but his body was no longer there. Her bed felt so cold and empty without him.

Lynn rose up out of bed, kicking the covers back with her feet. He was gone, leaving her with nothing but despair and loneliness. Deep down in the pit of her stomach she could feel the pain. She instantly regretted having sex with him. It had all happened too soon. She’d gotten so carried away with his body and his presence that she just didn’t know how to resist him. So now here she was, all alone again, left with nothing but a memory. She wasn’t ever going to see him again, she was sure of it.

She exhaled slowly, getting out of bed as she headed for the bathroom to empty her bladder. After she finished on the toilet she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Once she was back in the room, she sat down at her vanity table and stared at the face which was reflected back at her.

Her locks were tousled and her face was glowing, reminding her of the passionate evening that she and Takoda had spent together. Her eyes, however, looked very sad. Picking a comb up off the dresser, Lynn ran it through her hair as she tried to neaten herself up. As she was untangling her hair she noticed something different about her shoulder. She put the comb down and leaned in closer to the mirror to inspect the skin there. It was small, but she could see that there was a definite mark there, and it was in the shape of a claw. It was more like a scratch mark, no larger than half an inch, red and a little bit itchy.

Her eyebrows knitted together, both in alarm and wonder. Placing a fingertip against it, she gingerly rubbed at the strange spot. She was disturbed and completely puzzled as to how it had gotten there. She didn’t have a cat or any other type of pet. So just what
was it
that had done this to her?

“What the
hell
?” she whispered.

Lynn got up from the vanity table and began to look around the room, eyes peering into corners and around doors. A light gust of wind suddenly blew through the room, fluttering the filmy curtains around her French windows. Both sides were swung wide open, so whatever it was that scratched her had managed to get in this way. What she couldn’t understand was why had they been open all night? She didn’t remember doing it, so how had it happened? She pulled both sides of the windows closed, then pulled the curtains together. Suddenly she felt very exposed, as if someone were watching her from afar.

She picked up a hand mirror from the vanity table, holding it up close to the mark on her skin. As disturbed as she was, she just couldn’t stop staring at it. The fact that it was there was just so, well, s
trange
. Unable to resist, she placed her fingertip on it. It felt sore and hot to the touch.

“Ow,” she cried out as her fingernail scraped against it.

She put the mirror back down and then went into the bathroom. She turned the water on and then got into the shower, soaping up her body and hair. As hot water hit the mark on her shoulder, she gave a little hiss, biting her lip from the stinging sensation. She needed this, the feel of the hot water and soap upon her skin. What she was trying to do was wash away the disappointment and sadness, and even though she knew it wouldn’t happen, that didn’t stop her from trying. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and found herself wondering where he was and what he was doing. Why had he just left her in the middle of the night like that? He hadn’t even bothered to say good-bye, nor had the decency to leave her a note.

Yet did any of that really matter? As she asked herself the question, she realized that what it really all meant was he’d only seen her as a one-night stand. They’d shared their night of passion, and now he was gone. He was the first man she’d had sex with in over a year, and just as quickly as it began, it had already ended. Releasing a sigh, she placed her palms against the tile walls and let the water spray against her back. Things were screwed up now and there was no undoing it, no matter how badly she wanted to.

* * * *

There was no going back now, no matter how hard Takoda tried or how much he struggled to forget it. The truth was that it already happened. Takoda hadn’t set out to mark her. He had been pulled into it. He’d gotten so caught up in the passion and sight of her beautiful body that he’d lost control. He hadn’t been able to resist marking her. The pull he felt had been too strong. Her body had been so tight and wet and full of sexual heat. Disappointingly, he’d lost control of that feral side of himself. His hands had been on her neck, stroking along that delicate softness there, and before he knew it, it had been done.

After they finished their third session for the night, she’d slept so soundly that she didn’t even stir as he’d left her bedroom. He hadn’t wanted to leave her like that, stealing away in the middle of the night. It made him feel like a jerk, but he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. He found himself unable to control the change. If he hadn’t left then, he would have been exposed, and he couldn’t let her know who he really was. He didn’t know how or when he would tell her, but if he’d allowed himself to be exposed last night, then she surely would have freaked out.

He’d managed to open the window before it happened, sensing the oncoming metamorphosis. Then he’d leaned in to kiss her once more, admiring the way her face looked beneath the soft moonlight. And then he had transformed, shape-shifting into the animal which had grown to become a normal part of himself. He’d taken one last look back at her before he left and then gave a mighty spring up and out of the window. Once he cleared the window, he tried to transform back into a human form, but it hadn’t worked.

It had taken awhile, but finally he was able to change back, and as he drove back home in the middle of the night he couldn’t stop thinking of how he’d left his mark on her.

She wasn’t ready for his mark yet, so why had he done it? He didn’t know what had gotten into him, but now that it was done, there was no turning back. They were linked together now, meaning a part of himself would always belong with her and vice versa. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, it was the truth. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her, because he did. It was just that he was afraid of losing her. The pain and loss of a love he’d had before was still in his heart. He’d never managed to fully heal and struggled with it nearly every day. The memory of it was what kept him afraid of growing close to another. And this girl was fully human. He hadn’t experienced love with someone like that before. Takoda ran his fingers through his hair, exhaling a deep breath as his mind was flooded with thoughts and emotions.

He hadn’t meant to do this, to bring another woman into his life and his heart and his mind. He didn’t think it was fair of him to do that to her, but what did he expect? He knew what he was getting himself into, so why hadn’t he stopped? Since when had a human woman become a serious consideration for him? Had he really grown so weak? The answer was no, he hadn’t. He’d felt a strong draw to her, a magnetic pull that neither could resist.

Of course she would want to know how and why the mark was there, wondering where it had come from. He could pretend to know nothing about it, but he didn’t want to do that. He couldn’t lie to her. That wasn’t the type of man he was. So how would he explain it? He knew that once he told her what he really was, she would undoubtedly be afraid. Which meant that once he came out with the truth, things would never again be the same. So all he could do was just have hope that she would understand and that she wouldn’t run away from him.

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