A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,62

too soon, fighting against his nature to take control. To flip her over and drive her into the ground until both of them screamed and writhed with the crushing release.

Ivy smiled down at him, her eyes glittering like emeralds, lit from within by her newfound power. She was a goddess in that moment, calling forth something from inside him he hadn't known existed.

A gust of wind whipped up around them, lifting the ends of her hair, cooling the sweat on his body. He felt the ground beneath him ripple like they were on a water bed, the breath sawed in and out of his lungs, and the blood pounded through his veins. Pressure built at the base of his spine until he was sure he couldn't hold on a moment longer.

“Kiss me,” Ivy whispered.

Uriah sat up immediately, the change in angle driving him deeper, making both of them groan and cry out. Ivy picked up the pace, her arms twisted around his shoulders, threading her fingers through his hair, their kisses almost as wild and frenzied as her churning hips.

He felt the first flutters of her impending orgasm, the tight squeeze of scorching hot, soft, silky wet flesh pulling him to the very brink. He growled her name in warning, feeling the come boiling in his balls, his sac drawn up so tight against his cock it bordered on pain.

“Let go.” The sound of the words hadn't died on her lips before he was coming in violent, gut-searing bursts. Like a fire hose with a kink in it that had finally been straightened, the release so intense he went blind for a moment; the only light he could see was the glow of Ivy's beautiful skin.

Her own orgasm was like the fist of the Goddess surrounding him, insisting on pulling forth every drop of life he had to give.

It was the single most intense experience of his life.

When his sight cleared, Uriah once again lay prone on the mossy ground, weak as a newborn kitten with his astoundingly gorgeous mate above him. Ivy stood slowly, biting into her bottom lip, her face twisting with pleasure as his spent cock slid from inside her.

A sensual smile curved her kiss-stung lips, her breasts swayed with every step, and her palms hovered flat, facing the ground.

It was an erotic sight to behold, watching his seed trickling down her thighs as she walked a circle around his prone body, spiraling out in wider and wider circles.

He was too weak to get up and follow her, but his bear was right there, rolling out of him with an eager groan to pad after his mate as she took a leisurely stroll around the yard. The bear liked the smell of their mating and was willing to follow her to the ends of the earth if that's where she was headed.

“There's my handsome bear,” she greeted, reaching up to curl her fingers in his fur, walking alongside him. “Will you share your territory with me?”

The bear gave an agreeable chuff, which made his mate happy. His mate should always be happy, never scared or worried about the invisible creatures lurking in their woods. They would show their faces eventually, and when they did, he would be there to destroy them.

Together, they walked the perimeter, where the wildflowers met the forest a trail of white flowers with deep purple centers pushed up from the center of Ivy’s footprints.

When she was done, the bear retreated to allow his human half to climb the stairs with Ivy to their den.

They showered together, shared the quiet intimacy of drying one another, a dozen soft kisses passing between them on their way to bed. Uriah crawled in after Ivy, wrapping his arms around her when she laid her cheek over his heart, her arm across his waist, her thigh thrown over his.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, hesitantly, even as her fingers drew patterns across his belly.

Uriah hummed, turning his head to press his lips against her brow. “Better than okay. I've never seen or felt anything so powerful.”

“I'm sorry if it got a little out of hand. If I got a little out of hand. I was going for witchery and wound up sliding headfirst into what had to be fairy.”

He hated the note of embarrassment to her voice. She should have been proud of herself for accessing something she hadn't even known was there to be accessed. Uriah turned to his side, tucking the blankets around them, tipping her