“Thank you, Bixby. Make sure Mistress Lara has a feast prepared within the hour. I’ll eat once I’ve had a chance to freshen up. Our guest will be in the red room. Other than me, you are the only one who may enter the room.”
“Understood, sir.” Bixby bowed his head. His gaze glanced over the witch but didn’t linger. As it should be. When it came to my servants, the less interaction they had with the witch, the better. I couldn’t risk her spelling one of my people and creating havoc within my household, not with all that could go wrong.
I left him standing at the entrance. Bixby had been my household steward for over two hundred years. He was well-versed in my moods and what I required. And he knew not to disturb what came next, no matter what he heard.
The witch was silent behind me.
For now.
She would bend or I would break her. I hoped it was the latter. Because the only good witch was a dead witch. And until it was her time to die for witches' crimes against Avalon, I would exact retribution upon her gorgeous form.
I dragged her past my suite of rooms to the red room at the end of the hall. It would be her prison until her time was up.
Shoving her inside the room, I smelled her. She had the most titillating aroma that reminded me of wildflowers blanketing a mountain meadow. And my wolf wanted to roll in it, in her.
Furious with myself for having any type of reaction to her, I slammed the door shut and shoved her further into the room. She stumbled back toward the massive bed in the center of the room. But righted herself and eyed me with disdain. I cupped her through her dress and felt the heat of her. “By right of the charter treaty, this is mine to do with as I please and desire. Yes?”
She narrowed her gaze but remained tight-lipped.
“Do you deny it, witch?” Before I pressed her further, the sweetest musk infiltrated my senses. The witch liked my touch; it aroused her. And my dick twitched. But then, I was always ready to fuck after a fight.
“No, I don’t deny it. So, the rumors are true. You wolves really are little more than savages,” she scoffed with a shake of her head.
Gritting my teeth, I snarled. “You don’t have permission to speak. Unless it’s to tell me you’re ready to get on your knees and open your mouth to receive me.”
She quirked a brow. Mirth danced in her emerald eyes. “As if I would ever willingly kneel for a dog.”
“Careful,” I warned and began removing my armor.
“Or you’ll what, turn me over your knee? Try to hurt me? Kill me? Pfft. You can try, but you will fail. Besides, it looks to me like you just want to fuck me.” Her gaze dipped to my crotch.
She wasn’t wrong. I’d been hard the moment I spied her lush form in the clearing. If I’d had my way, I would have fucked her right there without a thought for our audience.
The moment my armor clamored to the floor, I stalked her way. This witch needed to learn that her place for the next two weeks was beneath me. Now.
Advancing, I couldn’t help the respect blooming in my chest. She didn’t cower and retreat or shy away, but met me head-on. Her defiant stance infuriated me. Gripping her neck, I walked her backward until I had her pressed against a wall.
“Let’s get one thing straight, witch. You’re my prisoner. I’ll use you how I want, whenever I want.” Her arousal grew even stronger, infusing the bedroom. Did the witch like being manhandled? Fuck, the thought had my cock straining against my leather pants. And my wolf was downright foaming at the mouth to pound into her.
“Ember.”
“What?”
“My name is Ember.” She dared me to disregard her. And the challenge she presented was intoxicating.
“I don’t care.” But it suited her bold spirit.
She rolled her eyes at my response. “Neither do I, wolf boy.”
Wolf boy?
I hadn’t been a boy for over two hundred years. At her insult, a rumble started within my chest as my wolf rattled its cage. It wanted this female with a desire bordering on obsession. Claws extended from my fingers. I had to give the witch credit. She didn’t flinch when I reached for the bodice of her gown and ripped it clear down the center, exposing her lithe curves and the most perfect set of tits. I yanked the tattered remains of her dress off her form until she stood with her hands bound before me and nothing else.
My wolf howled. Her body was sheer perfection. She had high, firm tits and a slender waist with sexy hips that curved enough to give me a firm handhold when I fucked her. And those lush hips framed her delectable pussy, the short tuft of hair covering her mound damp with need. A hunger unlike anything I’d tasted blasted me.
Skimming a hand down her body, holding her prisoner with my other hand on her neck, I watched the pulse beat in her neck. And the way her dark blush nipples gathered into hard points at my touch.
I flicked a claw I’d yet to retract against one of the buds. She made no outward movement, but the scent of her arousal increased. Slipping my hand down over her flat belly, the skin silky smooth, I finally retracted my claws and slid my fingers between her supple thighs.
Fuck me.
The witch was drenched. It spurred me into action. I hefted her up, using the wall to my advantage, and yanked her legs around my waist. She naturally put her bound wrists behind my neck, and I ignored the sense of rightness. Undoing my pants, I released my rock-hard dick and guided it into her slick pussy.
Ember didn’t look away or beg me not to. If anything, her expression dared me to take her as I fit the crown of my shaft at her entrance.
I didn’t ask. I took. With a snarl, I thrust, driving my dick inside her hot channel until I was balls deep.
I bit back a tortured groan.
Her sheath fluttered around my cock. She was tight and hot and slick. And my control fucking snapped. I brutally surged, thrusting like my life depended upon it. But she never looked away.
A haze of lust descended over me. I savagely pounded her cunt. Her hips rocked as she took me. Her lids grew heavy. She liked fucking me, liked her sex on the rough side.
And with that knowledge, my wolf unleashed itself, ramming inside her with a fury bent on bending her to my will, my dominance.
But even that wasn’t enough. I withdrew and carried her to the bed, tossing her down. After removing the rest of her dress, I positioned her body on all fours. The new position made my wolf howl like it had been waiting for this moment my entire two hundred and thirty-three years.
Gripping her hips, I slammed back home, grunting as I rutted inside her. And she took every inch. Her back arched and her hips gyrated.
I shifted halfway. My wolf made its presence known as I fucked her, my claws extending and digging into the flesh on her hips. My cock increased in size while I plunged inside her dripping cunt.
And for the first time in my existence, my wolf did something I fought against with all my might. Because it wanted to mark her, claim her as its mate.
But fuck, that couldn’t be right. My wolf must be high from the bloodlust in the arena. This wasn’t the first witch I’d won.
But it was the first one I’d fucked. All the others had held no interest for me.
My fangs elongated. And it pissed me off. I wouldn’t claim a witch as my mate. I drove inside her with rage and passion battling for dominance. The bed rattled beneath us. Caught between wolf and man, I fucked her raw, rutting her with strength and speed most women would cry foul over. Yet she moaned and gasped, thrusting her hips back, taking every inch inside her like she’d been born to take my cock.