Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Witch & The Full-blooded Lycan Prince: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I was uncomfortable getting her naked and having sex in the open place, but the scent of her arousal got to me and I lost control. Having her against the tree was my way of shielding her in case there was another guardian lurking in the veil. I tried not to think of Anastasios Martas' ominous tone earlier and got lost in the pleasure of being buried in the warm sweetness of my woman. Gosh, she felt so good, milking and fastening around me in a firm grip, giving me an almost painful pleasure. It felt as if I was rocking with her in my arms, thrusting and bucking uncontrollably, lost in sexual ecstasy. It was divine. I didn't want it to stop. Her floral scent mixed with nature, driving me wild. My arms tightened a tad too hard around her and she let out a groan, I cursed mentally trying to contain myself but it was hard. "You feel so good," I rasped. "I'm sorry if I'm hurting you…" "You are not, my love, don't stop," she whispered back fervently. I growled deep in my throat as emo

Heavens, I have never been so angry. I recalled Saraya suggesting the death hex might be a result of her overusing magic. The two of us were so far off the mark. I had expected retribution from Zeus and Selene and had easily blamed them. I should have held onto my hunch about that bitch. When Saraya told me how Evanore Cinnabar Thornheart died I had a gut feeling it was planned. But back then the Eastlanders' politics were of no interest to me. I had Saraya and that was enough for me. I found myself clenching and unclenching my fist as I strode back to the house. Marching through the gate, I tried to contain my fury but it was of no use. I wished we hadn't gone to the wild rogues' valley earlier, it would have been a great place to head to right now to let off steam. Entering the room, my eyes settled on Saraya as I took off my clothes. The silk cover outlined her curves, clinging to every inch of her. She shifted her position, resting on her back and I couldn't take my eyes off

When I opened my eyes much later, I found I was the only one in bed. Turning on Dane's side of the bed my eyes darted about and settled on his broad back. He stood by the window wearing nothing but cargo pants. The sight brought a smile to my face. I had imagined seeing him in the regular clothing I was used to and thought he would look odd in suits, but my goodness, in those Cango pants, he looked like a god! His long, toned body was something to behold. I settled back on my back, watching him. His long straight hair fell to his back, reaching the top of his bum. And what a lovely behind! "Hey," I called. He turned around. The side of his lips tweaked in a teasing smile and he said,"Again, you know I can hear your thoughts, right?" I felt heat grow on my neck and face. "Argh! Stop it, Dane!" I said, burying my face into the nearest pillow. He chuckled. "I am not the one doing it, babe," he said in a laughing voice. "But I do appreciate that you love my bum," he added, "and c

His touches felt like the kindling of a wildfire of intense desire, spreading throughout my body, causing an aching need in between my legs. And even though I had never been with a man before, I knew exactly what it meant. 'A man?! This is no man!' the voice in my head screamed. I should be scared. I should be frightened that this creature was touching me in a peculiar way that was making me ache all over. I have been propositioned by men before. Wizards, werewolves, even the nightwalkers. None of those had been able to spark any attraction in me and this creature that I had only met made me want to beg for him to explore every inch of me. Despite witnessing what he truly was! The closest creatures I could liken him with are Lycans – creatures that possessed the ability to shapeshift into a half-human half-beast. I have been warned they were human-eating freaks and if I recalled clearly before I passed out he mentioned his opponent could feed on my soul! My freaking soul! How am I

"I have heard of Lycans, seen drawings of their kind in the Keeper's journal but never actually encountered one but I have seen werewolves – werewolves are cute when they are not trying to eat you. According to what I saw, Lycans are supposed to be ugly and vicious in their primal form," I said, "you were neither ugly nor vicious, I thought you were really beautiful and enthralling," I added, as I rubbed my face against the corner of his neck. He chuckled, then groaned when I rubbed against him, shifting, I lay atop him, using one hand to frame his chin and smiling into his eyes. He reached down to frame my hips and made me straddle him. I couldn’t help leaning over to press a timid kiss on his lips, although shy, I couldn’t help myself. He was the most beautiful man … creature I have ever met. "What kind of Lycan are you?" I asked, adoring him with my eyes. "Before I answer your question, tell me where you are from?" he replied in a low, sexy baritone. "The Eastlands..." I repli