Page 20 of If The Shoe Fits (A Howlin’ Good Fairytale Retelling #2)

Wulfy undresses me in an unhurried rush, if such a thing can even exist.

“It exists all right. Feel my urgency. I need you naked, mate. But I refuse to miss one glorious inch of you,” he growls, peeling away my gown faster than I can tear plastic wrap off a candied apple.

“I got this,” I say, waving my hands and removing both our clothes with a flash of silver and blue magic from my fingertips.

Pale moonlight shines on us from the beautiful skylight over the bed and I bite my lip as Wulfy stalks me until I fall backwards onto the mattress.

A smile teases my mouth as he follows me, his hard mouth crushing mine in his need to claim me.

“Damn right, I feel like I’ve been chained up for months. Kept away from you. Now, I’m free, Sweet Witch, and I plan to have you,” he growls, licking a trail down between the valley of my breasts, over my soft belly, to the short curls covering my aching pussy.

“Wulfy,” I moan, leaning upon my elbows so I can watch him feasting on me.

“You taste so good, Sweet Dora. Like pumpkin pie and apple cider. You taste like mine.”

I toss my head back as spirals of pure pleasure start sending signals to all my nerve endings. Wulfy loves on me so good, my head is spinning, and as I feel a wave of pure bliss crash over me, it’s like I’m drowning. Only, I never want it to stop.

“Hold on. I got you,” he says, and then he’s sliding up my body, and pressing inside me, filling me the way only he can.

“Goddamn, you feel so good. How can you always feel so good?” he says, kissing me hard and I moan at the tangy taste of my slick on his lips.

Every flex of his hips brings me further to the edge, and I hold on tight, gripping this man for all I’m worth. I never knew it could be like this.

Raw, rough, and gentle all at the same time.

But Wulfy manages it. he plays my body like a master and before I can say his name, I’m falling over the edge.

“Claim me. Now,” I beg, and he does not hesitate.

“Mine,” he says, his canines slicing through my skin.

Wulfy’s body arches and hot, thick ropes of cum fill my womb as the bonds of our mating wrap around us, thrusting us both into a more powerful climax than any I’ve ever had.

“Will it always be like this?” I wonder as I float back down to earth in the safety and warmth of my mate’s embrace.

“With you, Sweet Witch? Always.”

“I love you,” I say, telling him my most secret truth.

“I love you, my Madora. I was made to love you. And I will, for all time.”

The end.