A groan vibrates low in my throat as our tongues meet, but I abruptly cease kissing her, and I immediately flip her over onto her hands and knees before I thrust deep inside her again, wasting absolutely no time.
Her gasp of surprise is fast followed by her moans as I hold her hips, driving her back and forth on my dick.
I run my hand down her spine, “Lean down. Put your chest on the bed.” She whimpers as she does what she was told as though she’s driving higher and higher toward that peak with my thrusts. I move one hand to the back of her neck. “Fuck! You’re so wet. So tight. You like this, don’t you? You like my cock.”
She moans at my words, and when I use my free hand to smack her ass several times, she yelps aloud. Still, she pushes back against me, making my cock impale her almost to the brim.
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I have just one job.
Break the foul curse that stops me from finding my fated mate.
Find the evil witch. Kill her.
Don’t get involved with anyone in between.
Problem number one?
I had just had a one-night stand with Alicent. And instantly, my cold heart strangely craved to soak in her warmth.
But that’s okay. I will never meet Alicent again.
Problem number two?
I met her again.
She was utterly desperate with her little son, seeking a place to shelter out of nowhere in my packhouse—totally oblivious that I was actually a werewolf.
I knew her son. I helped him when he was accidentally turned into a werewolf, which she’s also unaware of.
Problem number three?
I accidentally called Alicent ‘Mine’!
