Her Forbidden Familiar

 His throaty voice was right in my ear. “Ever since that day, I can’t stop thinking about that dream, or dreaming anew about you. What other spell do you have me under besides the blindness?” 

I sensed pain, confusion, undeniable desire, lust, and a need to claim from his mind. He was at complete war within himself–his dislike of my witchyness, and his body’s violent need to fuck, at total odds with each other.  

“There is no other spell …” I started to say, but my words died in my mouth as he ran one of his large hands down my arm, as if he couldn’t resist touching me any longer. I thought he was going for my waist, but he kept moving his hand down until he reached the slit in my dress. How the man managed to find that exact opening in the fabric while being blind, I will never know. Which was weird because as a seer I usually knew things. Not when it came to him. My seer vision tended to have blind spots when it came to him. 

Noah slid his hand into the slit and gripped my thigh. The skin contact, so high on my leg, sent tingles from his hand directly into my core. I couldn't think straight with Noah touching me like this. I struggled to remember why his touch was a bad thing because his warm fingers felt so sinfully good against my thigh. 

“You didn't seem so confused, when you let me touch you in that dream,” Noah whispered seductively in my ear.

He had dreamed about touching me? That was definitely not my doing, but his own.

Much to my chagrin, I felt wetness beginning to form between my legs at his words. 

“Why do you smell so … intensely good?” Noah asked huskily, obviously scenting my arousal.

He dipped his head and lightly ran his lips ever so slowly down my neck as he used the hand on the wall to cup the back of my head. Both his lips and fingers seemed to find the silver choker around my neck at the exact same time. 

Noah froze, recoiled back, and growled low. I felt the vibration through my entire being and it settled between my legs. 

Damn it, this male! What was it about him that made him so irresistible? My body clearly didn’t get the memo that he was the key to losing my powers. 

His upper lip pulled back in a snarl, his fangs showing. He yanked his hand away from the back of my head and stuck it back on the wall beside my head, still caging me in. The hand on my thigh squeezed and I felt his claws growing sharper.

“Silver?” he growled angrily. “Did you really mean to wear silver into a werewolf pack house?”

I played the fool on purpose. “Oh, does silver affect werewolves? I wore this necklace because it looked fabulous with my dress. I would ask you if you agree, but it’s not like you can see the ensemble.” 

“No, thanks to you, witch,” He shot back, his fury barely contained. 

I snickered and shrugged my shoulders. 

Suddenly, Noah’s lips met mine in a frenzy of a kiss. His anger and need pulsed through him, conveying to me how much he hated wanting this, needing this. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth, and he delved in to taste me thoroughly. The still clawed hand on my thigh began slowly sliding further up my leg.