Shadow of the Beast (Twisted Dark #2)

Chapter Six: Temptress

The first thing I realized when I woke up was that the little witchling had turned in my arms sometime during the night, her face nearly pressed against my chest. Her breaths were warm against my skin and her hands once again clutched at my shirt as if she was afraid I would have pulled away from her.

That lead me to my second realization, that my cock ached and twitched at the feeling of such a soft female being encased in my arms. There was no need for the little female to cling to me when her honeyed scent made me want to growl and press my face between her breasts and lavish her with my attentions until she writhed for me to sate her. There was no need for her to cling because I wasn't in a mood to let her go.

The thoughts were a welcome distraction for me. I hadn't had a female in a very long time and I knew this particular little female would take little to no pushing to allow me to use her as I would. I had seen the flash of desire in her eyes when I had touched her and even now I could smell the sweet scent of her desire. It was faint but it made me aware that her dreams were... heated.

I slid my hand down her back, palming one ass cheek and there was a faint moan from her before she pressed her face closer, nuzzling my chest, her little hands tightening on my shirt. I gave her ass cheek a small squeeze, giving a grunt as she pressed herself closer, one of her pale and shapely legs drawing up to my side. "Temptin' pixie." I muttered the words out as I looked down at her. Her lips were parted and she rocked her hips slightly I caressed her, moving my hand from her upper back all the way down to the soft and full swell of her ass.

I wanted to sink my fingers into it as I pulled her over top of me. I wanted to grind my painful and swollen cock against her sweet smelling sex. I could imagine her pretty face flushing and her pert little mouth opening with her moans as I did so. I felt my mouth quirk upwards as I looked down, watching her rosy lips moving with her deepening breaths. Those lips begged to be kissed, to be claimed and teased until she was hazed with pleasure.

Breed female

She's receptive

My instinct curled around me and it was hard for me to push it away because with how my cock was aching, I wanted that more than my instinct did. I closed my eyes and gave another grunt as I gripped her ass tightly in my palm. I could practically feel her hot and slick pussy sliding down my cock as she pleaded with me to fuck her, to not hold back. I had never had a witch before and I had always generally stayed away from them but as I told her last night, she was made to make a male beg. She was more tempting than the others I had come across, more fine, more delicate.

I also had come to the conclusion that the little pixie was not able to use her magick so I didn't have to worry about the thoughts that she was placing a spell on me to want her. My mind was my own when it came to my desire to fuck her. I caressed her ass again, liking how she rocked her hips against me, although she just a touch too high to reach my cock. My instinct slowly hissed at me to take her and I fought it back. Despite how she was using me to pleasure herself, I knew that it would scare her too much to find me over top of her without warning.

The little pixie would require a little teasing until she felt confident enough to approach me. I had to make her think it was her idea to fuck me. It would take me a bit to get her to trust me with her desire but it wouldn't be hard for me to do. I took it as a challenge more than anything. The little pixie had piqued my interest and she had no idea what she was in for.

She muttered something, pressing her face closer to my chest. I knew I had a few reservations about her but after last night I had no doubt that the little witchling was not acting. No one could have acted that fearful or that relieved to be safe. For some strange reason the little witching was truly scared of the Forests. I didn't particularly understand it because that amount of fear must have come from someone who had never seen the things that Forests held before.