Zane âWe have some things to discuss before we get to it, | told her.
âSo says your mouth, but your dic k looks pretty impatient.â She gestured for me to take a glass of wine from the small table. âWe donât have to rush.â
The black, sheer robe she wore fell open to reveal her body which, | hated to admit, was banging. My p rick definitely wanted some of that. | shook my head about the wine, though. No way in hell was | going to trust anything this witch tried to give me.
âYou know Iâm mated, and you know | only agreed to this because itâs what you demanded. So this isnât a romantic intrude, Rhiannon. Itâs a business transaction. Nothing more than that.â
She rolled her eyes. âLike | donât know that? You think Iâm eager to bed down with one of your kind for kicks?â
âI need confirmation that you're fertile. | want to be sure youâre going to conceive tonight.â
âAnd | want to be convinced,â she shot back, âthat you are in full agreement to give me a child.â
My throat dried at the thought of it. Eilling her with my seed. Getting her pregnant.
It was all | could think about.
â| promised. Gave you my word.â
She gestured at a pile of papers on the table. âYou will have no parental rights, but Iâm not going to come after you for any kind of support, either.â
â| understand.â We'd agreed on that back when we first made the arrangement. âYou will let me know when you have confirmation that it worked. But after that...â
âAfter that, you might as well be a stranger,â she said. âYour baby will never know you as its father.â
Rhiannon c ocked her head, looking me up and down. âAnd you're okay with that? | thought all of your kind were fiercely protective of your spawn.â
My jaw set. âWe are. But we also do what is necessary when itâs required to protect our loved ones.â
âYou really do love her, huh?â Rhiannon shook her head. âWell, that doesnât bode well for you, | guess, since itâs so easily exploited. But thatâs hardly any of my business.â
luck.â
âThis is for tonight only, you understand?â | forced myself to focus. âIf it doesnât work tonight, youâre out of âOh, donât you worry about that, puppy.â She put her hand on the bulge in my jeans and rubbed it. âThe only thing | need from you tonight is your sperm. The sex is an added bonus. Something tells me you can f uck like jackhammer.â
stop | put my hand over hers, and it took every effort. âIf you want me to spill inside you, then you'd better Slop that. | want to hear you say it out loud. A vow, like the one you made me give. This is the one and only time you and | will ever f uck, and if you donât get pregnant tonight, you won't come back to me later.â
Her fingers continued to drift up and down the length of my shaft, trapped inside my jeans to the point of pain. Her eyes narrowed. She tapped the head of my c ock, and | let out a long, shuddering groan.
âF uck,â | breathed.
âTake off your jeans. | want to see you.â
âVow,â | said, but my fingers were already fumbling with the button and zipper.
My c ock sprang free, tapping my belly when | shoved my jeans over my hips. | took it in my fist. Her eyes went wide again.
âVow,â | ordered. âYou donât get this until we agree.â
âFine. | vow...â Ashimmer appeared in the air between us, one that stank of magic. âI vow that tonight is the only night we'll f uck, and if | donât get pregnant tonight, | canât come after you again. But | will. Iâm sure |
will.â
1 could tell sheâd done something to make sure sheâd conceive, and the thought of it again shot desire from the base of my c ock all the way to the head. It throbbed in my fist. âGet on the bed.â
âAh, ah, ah.â She shook a finger at me. âWe need to seal the promise with a kiss.â
â...1 donât want to kiss you, Rhiannon.â
Her expression went dark. âListen, wolf, | donât want to kiss you, either, but thatâs how this s hit works. Ancient magic has rituals and rules.â
âFine,â | ground out.
| kissed her. Hard. She parted my lips with her tongue, and nipped mine hard enough to draw blood. | drew back at the coppery flavor.
âRituals and rules,â the witch breathed. âOne of them is blood.â
| yanked my shirt off over my head and tossed it to the ground. | toed off my boots. Shoved down my jeans and stepped out of them.
âGet on the bed,â | said. âLetâs get this over with.â
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