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Story: The WitchSlayer

And he could. Even though it was fleeting, he could still sense she became aroused around him.

As if to prove it to her, he pushed her against the bed and pinned her arms down. He brought his mouth to hers. He moved his lips over hers, and instantly the scent came from her skin, even as she fought him and didn’t return his kiss.

Why will she not be intimate with me again?

He kissed her harder, and she lost some of her fight, not all of it, but enough that her body started to soften. She gave him the sweetest moan when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, allowing him the sweet taste of her. Her tongue lapped at his, finally welcoming his mouth, and he brought his body down more on top of her.

He noticed her eyelids shut and that she turned her head to deepen the kiss as another small noise of enjoyment fell from her.

I want to feel her again.He thrust his hips against her as he twirled his tongue against hers, nearly groaning into her mouth in desperation.

It seemed as though his thrust snapped her out of it, because she bit his tongue!

He gave a growl in reaction and pulled away. Her cheeks and chest were flushed with arousal, her breaths coming out in pants. She scented heavily of it. He could see the conflicting emotions in her. The one that wanted him inside her, and the one that absolutely did not.

And Rurik wouldn’t force the side of her that didn’t.

“Get off me.” She said it with a glare and a huff.

Rurik released her and stood.

His emotions were beginning to spiral out of control, his lack of understanding getting to him. He roared at her, wanting to vent his anger at a target he would never dare harm before he stormed off.

Fuck!He shifted back to a Dragon and stomped his way through his tunnels, to his stream where he could dunk himself under the cold water to shock his erection away.

She rejects me?!Him! Someone who shouldn’t even want to bed one of her kind, and yet was desperate to.

He didn’t know how long he had been in his stream, fuming and seething. He’d planned to stay in it for the rest of the day and evening, but he heard his name being called.

When he didn’t answer or come to his cave entrance fast enough, his name was called repeatedly. He scuttled low to the ground as he moved, his anger rising and his tail flicking dangerously.

“Do not call my name so impatiently. I will arrive... WHEN I FUCKING ARRIVE!”

His yell echoed in the tunnel, booming and loud and revealing just how deeply he was seething with rage. When he reached the entrance, he shot his hand through the ward and grabbed one of the spikes on Glov’s head.

He pulled him inside by it.

“What do you want!?” Rurik roared, his lips curled back so tight over his fangs it put pressure around his muzzle, almost making it difficult for him to breathe through his slitted nostrils.

Glov’s eyes were wide, his breaths short like he was either afraid or had exhausted himself.

“Witches are at Mahesh’s cave,” he answered. Rurik blinked, immediately letting him go as his snarl faded. “When I flew to his home, I saw Witches walking in the direction of his lair. Mahesh was not inside of it, so I could not warn him.”

Rurik’s eyes widened.They know where his lair is. They are after him.

What they had been searching for... was him.

“Go, tell the Elders. I will go to assist him,” Rurik demanded, pushing him out of his lair so he could go past the ward.

He turned down his cave, and regardless that she was most likely angry with him, he entered her room in his Dragon form.

“Leave me alone!” she yelled from the bed, tossing her book at the footrest of it in a fit of anger.

“I must leave. One of my kind is in danger.” Her anger dissipated as quickly as his did when he heard of it. “I will not return for some time.”

“Okay.” She rose to her feet to walk over to him. She lifted her hands so he would lower his jaw and rest it against them. “Trust that I will not leave, I promise I will not try to.”

He shook his head, taking a step back from her instead.

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