The Seven Year Witch: That Old Black Magic, Book 2 by Jodi Redford Page B

her. But it wasn’t him that scared her. No, what terrified her was the hidden compartment deep within her soul that read the possessiveness within his stare—and wanted to submit to it.
    A tiny seed of panic starting to take root, she struggled against her bonds. Logan’s shadowed features darkened with desire. Something far more dangerous than a self-assured confidence that promised a few hours of mind-numbing pleasure lurked within the depths of his eyes. The responding tug within her heart increased her agitation, and she wrestled harder with the restraints. “Let me out of these.”
    “No.”
    “I’ll make you, if I have to.”
    He shrugged. “Go ahead and whammy me. You’ll still be tied up.”
    Panting furiously, she glared at him. He ignored her outrage and lowered his head before blowing a stream of air across her throbbing flesh. Her hips arched, and he caught her around the waist, burying his face in her pussy. He sucked on her clit, the pulsing of his tongue firm and commanding. She cried out at the unexpected intensity of it. Her heart racing, she prayed neither Peach nor Gloria—both occupying the neighboring rooms—had heard her and would decide to come and investigate.
    Logan continued his fierce devouring until her thighs were shaking and she was forced to sink her teeth into her bottom lip to keep her loud moans caged. The looming orgasm crept closer, and her toes clenched in the tangled sheet. He backed off, and she gasped in disbelief as the climax slowly dissolved.
    “I’m not leavin’ ya hangin’. But there’s a change of plans. I want you comin’ around me.” He stretched over her, his mouth seeking hers as his cock nudged her slit. She could taste herself on him. The notion that her essence somehow marked him as hers flitted through her mind, a concept that thrilled her as much as it alarmed her.
    Sex. This was only—
    He shifted between her legs, sinking a little deeper inside her. The orgasm she’d thought long gone reemerged with a ferocity that stole her breath. Logan bore down, his hands sliding forward to curl around hers and press against the headboard slats. He gave a shallow pump, dragging out the ripples of exquisite pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.”
    She shuddered and gasped, her entire body arching into Logan. A husky growl vibrated against her neck, followed by the distinct imprint of his canines pricking her flesh. His intention pierced her consciousness and she froze, her pulse skittering.
    He was about to mark her as his mate. Permanently. His jaw locked into position, the soft whiskers of his goatee brushing her skin. Her paralysis of shock broke. “Logan, n-no.”
    Though his body stilled, his teeth didn’t immediately release her. She gathered her magic close, ready to stop him that way, if necessary. Every inch of him was rigid, a tight coil of tension that was seconds away from snapping. His frustration a palpable thing, he reluctantly retracted his incisors and let go of her hands. Pushing up onto his elbows, he stared down at her, his eyes illuminated with a fierce, inner fire. She sensed his wolf close beneath the surface, edgy over having been denied its instinctual urges.
    “Wrap your legs around my waist.” The strain in Logan’s voice hinted at just how desperately he struggled to control his animalistic side. She wanted to refuse, to make it clear that she would not abide him crossing any further boundaries tonight. Good goddess. A mating. What the hell was he thinking?
    His facial muscles tightened until they appeared the consistency of stone. Deep inside her, his cock was no less hard. “Do it, Rissa.”
    Her resolve weakened at his smoky words. There it was again. That twisted desire to submit. No matter how much she tried to resist it, this was one battle of the wills she didn’t stand a prayer of winning at the moment. Drawing her legs up, she hooked her ankles on top of his tensed buttocks. A spark of victory glinted in