Wolf Moon Rising (Beaux Rêve Coven 3)

“Oh!” Pleasure burst.

But he pulled away, arresting the explosion.

She collapsed against the mattress, moaning her disappointment.

His hands pushed at her thighs, forcing them wider and her knees higher. Then he used both thumbs to spread her folds. His gaze rested on her sex.

A blush burned in her cheeks.

“It’s intact,” he said, his voice thick.

“My hymen?” she asked. “You knew I never—”

“I knew.” He raised his gaze. “Can I make you mine?”

His face was hard as granite. His eyes scarily dark. She tilted her head. His inner demon was a jealous beast. A fact she’d always known, so she’d never even considered, not once, the thought of taking more than one guardian into her bed. Not like Miren who had taken her draugr and two mermen. Sigurd was too possessive, and looking at the feral light blazing in his eyes, she found she was as equally possessive. She’d never share herself with another. Never allow him another lover.

That shocking thought rang through her. He was her mate. She was his. Simple as that. Meeting his gaze, she whispered, “I’m yours. Take me.”

A frown pulled at his brows. “I don’t want to cause you any discomfort.”

“I don’t want this moment to be anticlimactic.” She glared down over his torso. “I want to feel when you take what no one else will ever own.”

He gave her a crooked smile. “And I thought you were a gentle creature.”

“I want to feel the sting of you entering me. Sigurd, shred it.”

Again, Sigurd chuckled. Although the effort cost him. His cock was so hard he was in pain. Watching her slowly shattering beneath the pleasure he doled was gratifying but also torture. Every sigh and moan vibrated through his body. Every roll of her hips and quiver of her thighs threatened his control.

Ever since she’d wrapped her fingers around his dick and infused him with her witch’s heat, he’d been primed to ravish her. The constraints on their passion savaged his willpower.

And now, she gazed down at him, her diamond eyes glittering in the dawn’s gray light. Wearing a look of such fierce need, her expression was as feral as any wolf’s sighting its prey.

She thought she wanted to feel the sting of her denouement. What she really desired was the echo of their bodies and souls as The Powers consecrated their union.

Pain cinched his chest. That deep, profound pleasure would never be theirs. But this, he could give her. “Baby, hold on,” he growled and lowered his gaze to her pussy. Fuck, he’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted to sink his cock inside her channel. Her sex was swollen, glistening with the fragrant moisture oozing from inside her. Spreading her folds, he gazed at the proof of her innocence, the thin slick membrane guarding her vagina.

He thrust his tongue into her entrance and swirled and swirled, knowing this would be the last time he’d feel the membrane. “It’s a little thick.”

“Just do it. I want this.”

He kissed her slit then tightened his lips and sucked on the hard little nub.

Her breath hissed between her teeth and her hips rolled.

After placing both thumbs on either side of her entrance, he drove them inside.

Aoife gave a little shriek.

But he wasn’t done. With one finger, he swept away the remnants of her hymen. Then he eased his suction and drew back, tonguing her clit.

Her hips quivered. Soft sobs shook her chest.

However, the tension of the fingers gripping his hair urged him on.

Sigurd ignored the sting and moved back up her body. He wanted his mouth on hers when he brought her fulfillment. Wanted his cock riding her sex. Supporting his weight on his elbows, he gazed down at her face. Tears starred her eyelashes. A deep blush filled her cheeks. Fuck, she’d never been more beautiful.

Leaning on an elbow, he slipped a hand under her ass. “Wrap your legs around my wais