she had taken. He stretched her, his hot gaze searing her flesh as he pushed deeper. His lips moved, his jaw working, fangs flashing as he fought to keep control. Four inches from his base, his nostrils flared and his eyes sealed shut as he closed the distance by dragging her up his dick.
Leah moved to lift up on her elbows.
Seth's growl stopped her. "Down."
His eyes were open again, his expression feral masculinity. He was taking her, his mate, would do so this time exactly as he pleased, which meant his thrusting into her from behind with his big cock filling her, her ass high in the air and her chest flat against the bed. A shiver ran over Leah, her whole body contracting simultaneously in perfect submission to the beast claiming her.
He began to rock with her, pushing and pulling her body along his length. Her swollen pussy felt like there were two thick heads inside her, the big hammer at the end of his cock and again, a few inches up from the base, and even bigger knot of pleasure driving in and out of her but keeping him anchored inside. She tightened around it, the strength of her moans shocking her.
She was coming again, harder than the last time, which should have wrung every last drop of satisfaction from her body, it felt that good.
"Mine."
She looked at his face, saw the tremor of strain as he approached his own release. "Yes," she moaned, hugging him with her pussy for emphasis. "Yours."
His orgasm uncoiled like a whip, his cock jerking inside her, that big knot in the base inflating and deflating with each spasm of his climax. She cried out, fighting for air, the pulsing throb in her cunt dictating when she could and could not breathe.
Behind her, Seth slowed, his hips still making leisurely thrusts, rolling in small circles to keep that ball rotating inside her.
"You're killing me," she moaned, only half joking.
"It just feels like heaven, beautiful."
She tried to laugh, but another sharp twinge of pleasure rattled the sound in her throat. Her hips bucked, bucked again and then he popped free. Dropping to his side, he pulled Leah onto her back, his big hand covering her mound and squeezing as his tongue invaded her mouth.
God, he was a great kisser, a fabulous fucker. Her mouth still pressed to his, she smiled then moaned as he dipped a finger inside her pussy. Her head lolling back onto the pillow, she closed your eyes. "You know I don't have your stamina."
"I'll let you nap." He kissed the side of her ear, his finger retreating from the slow tease he had started. "But only if I get to stay."
*****
In the end, it was Seth sprawled the length of the bed sound asleep, his sculpted chest rising and falling as, wide awake, she stared at him in wonder. He was beautiful, still completely naked and his cock in a continuous semi-rigid state. Certain all she had to do was reach over and stroke him once and he would be hard and ready, she rolled quietly off the bed and went to the closet for fresh clothes.
Esme had altered just one set of her clothes to work the charm, with the intent that Leah would practice on her remaining clothes. The ones she retrieved from the closet were unspelled. The last thing she wanted was for Seth to wake up and think she had rejected him all over again. She'd been insane to want to hide from him.
Her mouth puckered in thought. Not insane, just self-conscious and unable to believe a man that looked like he did could want her. Having now experienced his uninhibited desire for her, she was willing to accept that he needed a very plump yin to his hard-muscled yang.
Wanting to see if Esme was okay, she tried to school her face into something that didn't wear a canary-eating grin. Hard to do -- she felt sore in all the right places, her nipples and clit hypersensitive from her earlier arousal. Hell, there was no "earlier" to it. She was more than ready to fuck Seth again. And she would -- at his place.
Right now she wanted to check on the witch and thank her for her