She laughed as he set her down, glad he kept his arms around her waist. Once he settled on a rock, he draped her over his knee. This time she struggled in earnest. “I was joking, Joel. Honest.”
Joel made that rumbling growly sound she found so sexy. “The thing about pack alphas is that they have no sense of humor. Take your punishment like a man.”
“I’d rather take it like a woman.” She whimpered and ground her pussy against his lap.
Instantly, she lay flat on her back on the ground. He shredded his jeans with his claws, then kneeled between her thighs. With one arm hooked under each of her knees, Joel shrugged until her legs draped over his shoulders. His tongue swept between her lips as his fingers tormented her clit. She needed him inside her, but his lips moved to her breasts, and he kept up the pressure on her clit. Damn, when did he develop a sadistic streak? Can’t he just fuck me now?
Hungry for more, Ellie moaned, a desperate plea burst from the depths of her soul. She writhed beneath him, and he eased his cock inside her. He held her hands above her head, and since he’d pinned her at the wrists and cunt, she didn’t move an inch.
“What are you doing? And why aren’t you doing it quicker?” She tried to thrust her hips forward, but he still held her motionless. She inhaled sharply as something snapped into place beside the mating bond, twisting around it like a climbing rose. Well fucked and utterly content, she touched her Fae powers. Her soul flooded with new magic as her birthright unfurled inside her.
Her body trembled, and by the look on Joel’s face, he felt it too. He thrust his hips forward, and his cock filled her completely. Pebbles flew from the ground as if swept up in their sensual tornado. The water in the top pool steamed, but her pussy steamed hotter. Power, magic, and sex whirled like a cyclone. Ellie shrieked Joel’s name as their orgasm exploded into bright lights and glimpses of heaven.
Sated and weary, they lay on the ground, too content to speak. Without breaking the physical connection, Joel flashed them onto his bed. “Wow. Just wow. Ellie, you blew my mind. Fae women need sex to power their magic, but I never suspected it could be as monumental as this.”
Ellie sighed with contentment, ran her hand over the curve of his shoulder, and up to his neck. Her palm heated, and when she removed it, she’d marked him the way he’d marked her. Utterly elated and totally spent, she lay back and let him hold her.
Joel fingered her mating mark, then tentatively touched his. “The only other Lykae to wear his mate’s mark is King Caleb. Now I know why he never willingly lets Sylvie out of his sight.”
Ellie started to apologize, but Joel wriggled until his body caged hers. Slowly, he lowered his lips toward hers. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him still closer. His tongue swept into her mouth, exploring, claiming, dominating—and she loved it.
Finally he pulled back and told her, “I’m proud to wear my mate’s mark. I never knew one woman could sate me so completely, but you’re amazing. And from now on, Sugar Plum, you’re all mine.”
Loose Id Titles by Kryssie Fortune
Giving It Up for the Gods
* * * *
The SCATTERED SIBLINGS Series
To Wed A Werewolf
Curse of the Fae King
To Mate a Werewolf
Kryssie Fortune
If you love sexy vampires, possessive werewolves, muscular Fae, and ancient Gods, then Kryssie’s your girl. Her Otherworld—a place of magic, not machines - stems from local legends and myths. Scattered Siblings is a series of standalone books, set in the Otherworld.
She’s a Yorkshire lass, and she’s lucky to live within driving distance of Whitby, the home all things paranormal and strange. A chunk of Curse of the Fae King and her upcoming release To Mate A Werewolf is set there. It's also where Bram Stoker penned Dracula.
She loves mythology and visiting ancient sites, although she hasn’t any Yorkshire werewolves—yet.
Her pet hates are unhappy and cliff hanger endings.
Scattered Siblings 3: To Mate a Werewolf Page 18