Page 29 of Bewitched by the Werewolf (The Bewitching Hour #5)

Tess’s touch nearly knocks me on my ass.

The moment her fingers circle my wrist and caress my skin, my cock strains behind my zipper.

The effect is so instantaneous I can’t think, can’t comprehend what the fuck is happening before I’m inside Tess’s trailer.

I can’t focus on anything but her in that tight skimpy outfit that shows off every succulent curve and swell.

And her fucking scent. Like sticky cinnamon apple drizzle coating my skin.

The scent of her arousal coating my tongue, rendering me useless.

I just stand there watching her, not even paying attention to the space around us.

Her scent is even stronger in here and I almost fall to my knees from the strength of it.

I lean back against a counter and grip its edge for support.

The knot at the base of my cock slowly becoming painfully engorged.

I’ve never experienced the rutting sensation some shifters encounter with mates, but I have a strong sense this is what it feels like.

Overpowering, brain numbing single-minded focus and desire.

Her touch did this to me. One more sign she could be my mate.

A mate’s touch is even more intoxicating than their scent.

Both aphrodisiacs, but touch sends a lightning bolt of lust straight to a shifters core.

For a male that means his knot, the rounded base of our cocks that swells and locks us together with our mate during sex.

I’ve felt it swell before when I was particularly horny, but this?

This is a whole different level of want and desire, it’s almost painful.

It takes all my focus and will power to remain still and not tear at her clothes.

When she steps forward and starts unbuckling my belt, that control almost snaps.

“Red,” The pet name is a gutter growl, both a demand and a question. To stop, to continue, to put me out of my fucking misery.

“You’re going to help me, since you took down my cameras,” she says pointedly while still carefully unbuckling my utility belt, far too close to my swollen cock trying it’s best to escape my jeans.

If she keeps pulling at my waist band, it might succeed.

“Help you?” I ask in a hoarse voice, barely able to form coherent thoughts.

“Yes. With my work. Think of it as compensation.”

When she looks up at me through her lashes and I get the perfect picture of her bright green eyes, dark lashes, red lips and perfect cleavage all in one look, I almost come in my pants at the sight.

She’s fucking perfect like this. Sassy, demanding, beautiful.

For a moment I don’t care why she wants to take my clothes off, I’m on board.

That is until I break my gaze away from her and notice the set up with a camera on a tripod.

“What the hell?” Tess removes my belt with my gun and badge and lays it gently on the counter as I realize what is really going on. “I am not going to have sex with you on camera, Tess.”

She stops and glares at me, then laughs. It’s a beautiful sound but a confusing one. She holds her stomach as she continues to laugh deep and long at my stupefied expression.

“I don’t want to have sex with you on camera, Ryder.”

My brows lift and I give a pointed look at the camera and dark sheets strewn about her couch then back at her. “Really? Cause that’s what it looks like.”

Tess wipes at the tears under her eyes as her laughing dies out. “I do want to film us but not having sex.”

I cross my arms over my chest and shift my hips on the counter behind me, hoping to subtly adjust my still aching cock.

“Then what do you want to film me doing?”

“Unbraiding my hair.” She swivels to show me the intricate braid she’s put her hair in circling her head like a crown.

“I run an only fans page where I post videos of my hair. You know for hair fetishes? Like foot fetishes? People like to watch videos of me playing with my hair.” She shrugs but doesn’t at all appear ashamed or embarrassed by this at all.

It’s a strange profession but not completely outlandish.

At least it’s not porn, or maybe it is to some.

I’ll admit I’ve caught myself staring at Tess’s red hair more than once.

It’s long, thick, shiny, and fire engine red.

Right now, I’m picturing it tangled in my fingers and spread out on my sheets.

My dick twitches and I can understand how it could be a turn on.

Though I was also imaging what the rest of me would be doing to the rest of her while my fingers are tangled in her hair. Perhaps that’s the point.

“You’re going to help me unbraid my hair with those big masculine hands of yours and I’m going to record it. Then I’ll post it and get paid. Simple.”

Yeah, simple. It’s so far from simple. That means she wants me to touch her again, and I’m not sure I can handle touching her. Running my fingers through her soft red strands and imagining what else I could touch without losing my mind.

“I don’t know about this, Red.”

“I do. This is going to be my best performing video yet, I know it. I’ve never incorporated another into my videos before, so it’ll be something new for my subscribers.

All you have to do is stand in front of me and slowly unbraid my hair in front of the camera.

You won’t even see your face in the video, I promise.

I don’t ever show my face in the videos either. ”

She steps back and picks up a black mask and holds it up to her face. It’s a wolf. A reluctant smile breaks through my discontent. She would wear a wolf mask with her obsession with werewolves.

“And what do I get in return for helping you?”

Tess removes the mask and sets it back on the table next to her computer, where I spot video editing software running on the screen. The image of the back of Tess’s head and her hands frozen mid motion plating the braid now in her hair.

“How about the pleasure of knowing you helped a poor girl make enough money to pay her bills.”

I scowl. I don’t like thinking she’s poor and unable to support herself. That will not do. I want to make sure she’s taken care of, fed and happy. I want to be the one to give that to her. And if that means I get to touch her at the same time, I’ll do whatever she asks of me.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Her eyes widen and she is clearly shocked at my immediate assent.

I’m a little surprised myself but also intensely eager now that I have. My fingers itch to reach out and touch her already. I want it more than I’ve wanted anything before and in this moment nothing else matters. My Tess requires my assistance to support her, and she’ll have it.

Her apple scent sharpens, and I inhale a deep greedy lung full. I want that scent branded into my bones.

“Yes, Red. I’ll help you.”

“Okay then.”

Tess moves a little more reluctantly now that I’ve agreed.

I think she gets a kick out of arguing with me and forcing me to do as she wishes.

Having me submit willingly must be off-putting.

It probably should be to me too, but I don’t care anymore, because in a matter of minutes I’ll have her in my hands for the first time.

“Stand here,” she directs, without touching me, to stand in front of the camera.

She adjusts its height, so from my ribs to my knees is in frame.

I can see what the camera sees on the computer monitor through the cord she has connected to it.

After a few more adjustments to the lighting and focus, she’s happy with its placement.

She then places a short stool between me and the camera.

“I’m going to sit here facing you, then you’ll reach around and start undoing my hair from the bottom right and follow it around to the top until it’s all out.”

Her words are quiet and breathy as she depicts what she wants to happen. My own breathing has gone shallow and ragged, my hands flexing at my sides.

“Whatever you want, Red.”

She looks at me apprehensively, not knowing what to do without me arguing with her. I like throwing her off kilter as much as she does me.

“Just don’t like rip my head off with your claws or anything.”

I chuckle at her attempt to lighten the mood. Still sassy. “I wouldn’t dare. I recall you threatening to stab me if I did anything of the sort before.”

Tess tries to smother a smile, but I still catch it. I like that I can make her smile as well as spit fire.

“Good.”

She sits on the stool facing the camera and makes sure we’re both in frame properly.

She then hits record and swivels around to face me.

Her head squarely in line with my groin.

Her eyes widen as she stares directly at the bulge of my cock beneath the dark denim.

That pretty pink tongue of hers slips out and licks her lips.

I growl-groan in warning. Her eyes shoot up to mine.

“Behave, Red.”

She doesn’t speak and her eyes drop then close. Probably for the best. If I keep watching her eye my cock hungrily, this video is going to end very differently.

I close the distance between us, bringing her nose nearly flush to my stomach, as I reach out and slide my hands around her neck.

Her skin is silk soft and the feel of it against mine produces the same response as before.

Heat radiates through my body, and I can feel my base instincts rising to the surface.

I shake them off and focus on just touching her, feeling her and enjoying her.

My hands slip around the base of her neck and run along her hair until I find the end of her braid behind her right ear.

If I’m going to have a hard on the entire time I do this, then I’m going to make sure she suffers as well.

My fingers may be large, but they are skilled from years of helping my mom bake.

Delicate hands are needed to handle delicate dough.

Just as they are required now to handle her delicate hair.