Page 106 of The Witch’s Daughter

I smiled as I gave a little shake of my head. “I don’t have a death wish, so I won’t.”

“Good,” he growled. But if anything, the tension radiating from him thickened.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he grabbed my ankle, dragging me to the edge of the bed.

“What I should’ve done years ago.” He spread my legs, baring me to him before lowering to his knees. “Taking what’s mine.”

Then his mouth was on my center, and I forgot how to speak except in little moans of pleasure as he licked and sucked on my clit. His strong jaw pressed between my thighs, which quivered around him as he drew out each stroke. The sensations built hard and fast.

My world threatened to shatter. Just a few more of that movement and I’d—

Jaxon tore his face away.

I cried out at the loss of him as he stood, wiping his mouth.

“I want to hear you beg for it.” There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes that I should’ve paid more attention to.

“Please, Jaxon.” I wasted no time, pushing up to my elbows as my bottom lip jutted out. “I want you. Please.”

He growled as he reached between my legs again, where I ached and burned for him. I panted as his fingers teased with knowing touches, as if that one night in the woods was all it took for him to learn every part of me.

Thinking about the woods, about our time together in the tent, had me rocking against his hand, as sparks gathered low in my core.

He took me right there again.

Right to the edge.

“Not like that.” Jaxon growled as he pulled his hand away. “I want you on your knees.”

I was a shaking mess as I nodded, strung tight with need, but some primal part of me knew Jaxon needed this more.

Slowly, I climbed off the bed and sank to the floor, looking up at him as I did.

The darkness in his eyes did something to me.

I was bold as I fisted the base of his thick cock, wetting my lips as I stared at my mate. “Please, Jaxon. Fuck me.”

“Open those pretty lips,” he commanded.

I obeyed.

His fist was in the back of my hair, guiding me forward, as I teased and tested the length of him with my tongue. He didn’t push me, but I felt the restraint in his touch. His cock pulsed as I tried to swallow as much as I could, learning from him like he’d learned from me.

And the ache in my core kept building.

I sucked him down deeper, reaching between my thighs to touch myself and relieve some of this pressure.

Jaxon pulled my mouth away with another feral growl. “No.” He stared into my eyes. “Tonight, you do what I say. Now crawl up on the bed and present.”

I nodded. I could do that.

My entire body flushed, burning with shame, but throbbing with want.

It’s okay, my wolf urged me on.

If I was in heat—which would probably happen sooner rather than later if we kept up like this—then presenting wouldn’t feel so vulnerable.

But I trusted Jaxon.