Season of the Witch (Claws Clause 2)

It wasn’t. She was totally on board with stripping him down and getting her hands on his cock again.

She wasn’t naive. The effects of the blood exchange were making it hard for her to say no. But she could. It wasn’t impossible. Shea was just finally letting herself tell Colton what she’d been hoping for from him for so long.

“No, Colton. Listen—I said that because I can’t believe you would say that. I’ve always wanted to be your mate, even when I knew I was wasting my time. This is just giving me the push to tell you that.”

“You mean it?”

She lowered her shields. She didn’t want him to have to feel the insane amount of lust rushing through her, but she thought it might be better if he could tap into her scent—and her emotions.

“What do you think?”

In answer, Colton tore off his shirt.

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Like, literally ripped it in half so that he was naked on top.

Shea felt a gush of liquid flood from between her bare legs. She couldn’t tear her shirt off, not like he had, but she quickly pulled it over her head so that she was completely nude.

As he reached for his belt, she realized there was no going back now.

Thank the Goddess.

Before he had taken his jeans off, Colton stopped. His snuffled, scenting the air. She was lying out on the bed, spread out like a feast in front of him, and it seemed like he couldn’t help himself when he caught her musk perfuming the air. His belt hung open.

Forgetting all about it, he reached for her.

“Can I?” he asked. “You looked like you were having so much fun when I walked in. I… I’d like to try.”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” Shea said honestly, her heart skipping a beast as her big, strong wolf approached her with an almost skittish air.

He slipped his hand between her legs, checking to see how wet she was. Colton ran his fingers through the wetness, marveling at the slick moisture, patting her dark pubic curls as if he was petting her.

She opened her legs wider, letting him explore her. It was only fair. The teasing stroke might be driving her nuts, amping her for what was sure to come, but this was Colton’s turn. She got her chance with his cock when they were in her apartment.

It was his turn.

Colton’s eyes widened, a small ‘oh’ escaping him as he dipped one finger inside of her. Shea squeezed, trying to keep it there.

It felt so good.

Chuckling, he slipped it back in. Slowly, developing a kind of rhythm, he fingered her. Once she didn’t give him any resistance, Colton worked a second finger inside.

He was preparing her.

And that’s when it hit her—really, really hit her—that this was happening. For a moment, the lust-filled haze cleared. She wanted this. She wanted this so very badly, even if it was only one time.

With Colton, it couldn’t ever be just the one time.

“Wait.”

Colton immediately stilled. He kept his fingers where they were, two snug inside of her pussy as he slowly stretched her out. Because that was exactly what he was doing. He had every intention of doing this. Of putting his cock inside of her next, as soon as she was ready for him.

And she was. She totally was. But was he ready for her?

She panted, trying to catch her breath as she struggled to remember exactly why she’d yelled for him to wait.

Sweat broke out along his brow. He was holding himself back—barely. When he spoke, his words were strained and hoarse as he fought his instincts to keep going anyway.