“Mine,” she growls, the sound so unlike her but thrilling all the same. I push deep into her, holding the position. She cries out my name, circling her hips to feel every angle of my cock deep inside her. I shift, somehow getting even deeper, and that unlocks something wild inside of her. She claws at me, the momentary pain blissful as she soothes her magic over every scrape of her nails. Pupil-blown eyes bore into me as she grinds her hips in rhythm with mine. Then, so fast I can barely track her, she bites me, right above my heart. The gesture sends an electrifying shock through my entire body, and small sparks of my magic dance between us, like tiny lightning strikes connecting our bodies. I bleed from the wound, but she laps up my blood with her tongue, sighing contentedly as she does. “Mine,” she says again, this time softly, eyes returning to usual now that she’s claimed me.

As Laurel returns to herself, I lose every inch of control I possessed, a feral beast locked deep inside of me unleashing itself. In an instant, we’re against the bed, and I’ve bent her forward, her elbows resting on the mattress and her ass in the air. I lightly slap one curvaceous cheek, watching for her reaction. She moans in satisfaction, turning back to me to nod her consent. I slap her again, this time with more force, and she lets out a high-pitched whine for more.

“I told you that when you claimed me, I’d take you from behind. And I intend to honor my word, witchling,” I whisper in her ear before I thrust into her with a roar. She screams my name, and it sends me into a state of ecstasy. I keep pounding into her, and every time I do, she cries in pleasure, begging me to bring her to release. She pushes her hips back into me, trying to force me deeper, so I stop and gently guide one leg to rest on the bed, then the other. When she’s on the mattress on all fours, I haul her backward and push her head down so that she’s even more exposed to me. Then I enter her again, and the position allows me to push so deep inside her she lets out a low, surprised grunt, the breath knocked from her. As I hold the deep position, I growl out the words I now know she loves to hear. “Good girl. My good Laurel.” My hands wrap her hair in a fist, gently tugging even as I keep the other hand on the back of her neck to keep her gently pinned in place.