Don't Drink and Hex (BBW Werewolf Erotica) (Smut-Shorties Book 2) Read Free

is all due to my spell. You’re not even attracted to me.”
    He glared at her clothes as if willing them to disappear. “I don’t know what spell you’re talking about. Are you going to get naked or do I have to tear the clothes off you?”
    She whimpered at the back of her throat. Talk about a panty-soaker. No wonder women came in and out of his house like they were on payroll or something. She wondered if he had some sort of sexual specialty she didn’t know about. He probably did.
    He stalked closer to the bed, the predator eyeing the prey. This was bad. She needed to stop him and...and...Holy shit he was hard.
    “I can tell you want me,” he said, his voice low and oh so sexy. “I smell how wet you are.”
    He did? She needed better underwear.
    When he got to the foot of the bed, he pounced. She blinked and he was on her. He’d done it so gracefully too. One second he was standing there and the next he was caging her on the bed, his face hovering over hers.
    “Gage, I—”
    “Want me to fuck you.”
    Yes, yes she did, but that was beside the point. “You and I. This isn’t real.”
    He sat back on his heels and grabbed her hand, placing it over his erection. “Does that feel unreal to you?”
    No, that felt amazing. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, rubbing a thumb over the moist head of his cock.
    “That’s it, little witch. Touch me. I’ve been wanting your hands and lips on my dick for too long,” he groaned, pushing his hips closer to her.
    Her throat went dry. “You might regret this.”
    He crawled forward, lowering over her until there was nothing but millimeters of space between them. “What I regret is that you still have clothes on. But that is something I can fix.”
    She gasped as he shifted a finger. He slid his claw over the center of her top, slicing it right at the center and spilling her breasts free.
    “Now that’s better,” he breathed and his claws cut through the sides of her panties. “But this is perfect.”
    She forgot all about how wrong it was to be with him while he was under a spell and spread her legs.
    “Ah, yes,” he tugged the material of her panties off her, uncovering her wet folds. He inhaled and groaned. “Open wide, little witch. I want to fuck that pretty cunt with my tongue.”
    He peeled the top off her, throwing the material to the side and immediately bringing his head down to capture one of her beaded nipples. Her belly quivered with need. Liquid fire spread through her body, turning her bones to jelly.
    She gasped, gliding her hands into his hair and gripping hard. He shoved her tits together, licking between her nipples. One and then the other. It was torture and pleasure in the first degree.
    “Gage,” she whimpered.
    He lifted his head off her breasts and licked a wet trail down her belly. She could have used her magic to show him a different body. A sexier toned body and make him believe that it was hers, but she liked her body as it was. She had curves. She had rolls. She was a real woman. Besides, with the way he licked and nibbled his way down to her pussy, she was pretty sure he was okay with her body.
    When he got between her legs, he lowered his head slowly, watching her the entire time. Her heart thumped in her ears. She watched, mesmerized as he laid his tongue flat against her clit and licked.
    She lost the ability to breathe.
    Gage growled, the sound sent a vibration shooting up her body. She moaned, rocking her hips on his lips. “Lick my pussy, Gage.”
    He chuckled and another growl made her nipples tighten. He plunged his tongue into her, suckling and groaning. She bucked, her body tightening quickly and readying for an orgasm.
    Another thrust of his tongue and he curled it, licking her nether lips up and down. His raspy slick, tongue on her pussy had to be the best thing in the world.
    “Oh, God, Gage. Keep doing that.”
    “Doing what?” He asked, licking and biting her inner thigh then moving back to suck her