She lifted her shoulder, dislodging that distracting, totally tempting mouth. "How do you know?"
He shifted their joined hands and touched the emerald ring.
Warmth flowed up her arm, twining around them both like a sleek silken rope. Her magic flared inside her, meeting and answering the call of the spell, allowing it to settle inside her. She felt the brush of his cock against her ass and moaned.
His quickly indrawn breath let her know he felt the spell settle into place, joining them with invisible bonds. "I know." He turned her, pulling her against him, cradling her between his legs and lifting her onto the worktable. "And so do you."
"Chris-"
She didn't get anything else out. His mouth descended onto hers in a ravishing kiss. One broad hand buried itself in her hair, holding her head right where he wanted it. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, owning it in a way no other man ever had. The other cradled her hip, pulling her to the edge of the table, enabling him to thrust his jean-clad erection against her throbbing pussy.
Power, seduction, heat, all poured off of him, settling into her with incredible force. She'd never felt such craving for another person before. She trembled with it. Without thought her legs splayed wide to accommodate his hips. Reaching out to steady herself, her fingers brushed against the emerald ring. Desire flooded through her, hot and wet and throbbing.
She tried to take control of the kiss, her only thought to satisfy the pure want coursing through her.
She could feel her nipples beading painfully under her bra.
"Fuck, need you." Chris nipped his way down her throat, gently biting her nipple through her shirt.
He thrust against her, his hardness taunting her under the barrier of their jeans. He reached desperately for the hem of her shirt, and fuck if she didn't help, grabbing the edge and ripping it over her head, exposing her white cotton bra. With a groan he bent to her, taking her into his mouth, sucking her nipples one at a time until she was groaning and thrusting up against him.
*
He matched her move for move, mock-fucking her against the table, never letting her nipples out of his mouth. The sensation was incredible, intense beyond belief. Her hands clenched, her body tense with anticipation. She was so damn close to orgasm she wanted to scream. She barely registered the round hard object in her hand. "Fuck me, please God, fuck me." With a growl he pulled free. His expression was wild, his eyes, those incredible golden eyes nearly swallowed by the pupils. He yanked desperately at her jeans, tugging them down her legs, pausing half way down to lick her pussy through her cotton panties. "So good." He shoved the panties aside and rasped his tongue against her clit. "You taste so fucking good."
He ate her out, licking and sucking her into his mouth until she was fucking his face, desperate to come. She reached towards him and grabbed his head, holding him steady. The pressure built and built until she arched into his mouth with a cry that barely sounded human.
Her panties and jeans hit the floor before she'd completely come down from one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced. Her eyes were still crossed when he yanked down his zipper and pulled out an impressive cock, stroking it once or twice before sinking into her still quivering pussy.
"Mine."
He grabbed her hips, slowly pulling out of her. He sank back in, taking his time fucking her. He was watching his cock slide into her, and she couldn't help but look too.
It was incredible, watching him fuck her. He pulled her to him, closer to the edge of the table, his hands clenching on her hips. Bending down he took her nipple back into his mouth and sucked just hard enough to have her moaning.
"Chris."
"Hmm?"
"God, Chris, faster. Harder."
She felt his smile against her breast. "Faster and harder." He lifted up from her, his cock poised just inside her, the flared head barely brushing a spot that had her body screaming hallelujah. "Are you sure?"
She was so close to coming she could scream. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled until they were nose to nose. "Fuck me now or you will regret it."
His grin was filled with male satisfaction. "Yes, ma'am."
He began stroking into her so hard she swore she could feel him nudging the back of her throat. Oh shit. She was going to be bruised inside and out. She'd never been fucked so hard or so well. How did he know just where to touch her, to push her? It bordered on just this side of painful, but damn if she couldn't feel her whole body clenching around him. She was moaning, caught in the dance of their bodies, watching his face clench while he fucked her. Their eyes stayed glued to each other, neither one giving an inch while he pounded into her.
"Come for me, little witch."
She gritted her teeth against the building pleasure. "You first, wolfman."
She automatically wrapped her legs around his hips when his hands left her. They didn't stay gone long, however. The fingers of one hand plucked at her nipples, sending shards of exquisite pain straight to her clit. When the other hand reached down to do the same thing to her clit she damn near lost it, bucking up against him so hard she almost threw him off of her.
She was close, so damn close, but fuck if she was going alone.
She glared up at him in challenge and clenched her inner muscles with every ounce of will she had.
He brushed her clit in just the right damn spot to have her seeing stars.
Lana screamed, her back bowing until her head rested on the table, her entire body pulsing around him. He threw back his head and howled, pouring himself into her in agonized bliss.
He collapsed on top of her with a groan, gasping against her neck. She could feel him still twitching inside her.
He kissed the side of her neck gently. "Mine."
Lana's eyes popped open. Oh fuck. What have I done?
He bent, taking her mouth sweetly, gently, before letting her go with a sigh. "I think you killed me.
I'm dead and in Nirvana."
She couldn't help it. She giggled before she could stop herself.
"Oh sure. Laugh at the dead man."
"Trust me, you're not dead."
She could feel his grin tickling the side of her neck. Part of her loved the sensation. Another part was seriously freaked out that she'd let this happen at all.
"How do you know?"
She clenched her muscles, secretly pleased when he swallowed. "I can feel your, um, pulse."
His shoulders shook. He pushed up against her, his softening cock squishing slightly. "Mm. I like it when you take my pulse, Nurse Evans."
"I bet." She pushed on his shoulders. "Get up, wolfman."
He practically purred against her shoulder. "Your wolfman." He stood up lazily, his cock slipping from her dripping pussy. He stretched, his shirt pulling tight against his chest.
Damn, we didn't even get completely naked. "That's still debatable."
He paused in pulling up his jeans. "It is?"
She sat up, wincing at the tender feeling in her pussy. She was going to feel that fucking for a day or two. "One incredible orgasm does not eternal mates make."
"Two incredible orgasms."
She waved her hand, trying for nonchalance. The trembling in her hand showed how miserably she failed. "Fine, two."
He watched her gather her clothes and get dressed again, his frown turning into a scowl. "You accepted me."
"I fucked you. There's a difference." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared right back at him, trying to ignore the blush stealing over her cheeks.
His gaze darted to her neck and, with a wince, his expression relaxed into something akin to … sorrow? "We are destined to be together, but you aren't ready yet to accept that yet." He took a step back, giving her room to breathe. He shook himself all over and visibly relaxed. "All right, Lana.
There are other things we need to discuss anyway."
We're ready! We're ready! The butterflies were back in force and wailing up a storm. Lana did her best to ignore them. "Like?"
"Like the fact that you'll be staying here until I know exactly what Cole is up to."
Dream on, Wolfman. "Pffft. Yeah, right."
He blinked, shocked. "Excuse me?"
"I have a life in Philadelphia, and spell or no spell, I'm not moving in with a man I met last night.
Sorry, but if you ordered a wife in twenty minutes or less then you dialed the wrong number."
"He threatened your life."
"Yes, he did. And I know just how to handle it, too."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Really."
He crossed his arms over his chest. "How?"
"Grammy."
His head tilted to the side, just like the wolf's had the night before. "Grammy?"