The WitchSlayer (Witch Bound, #1)

by Opal Reyne

truth, her lack of fear of him, he somehow... liked? Yes, he must like it because it showed she had bravery. It meant she had strength in her personality he hadn’t seen before.

Am I really to spend eternity with a moody animal?

“Lord WitchSlayer!” she yelled, walking down the tunnel in the direction she’d seen him go last. “Did you honestly just call me Lord WitchSlayer?” he called back groggily, a note of humour in his tone.

The scales around his face warmed in reaction to it, which would show more of the purple that the cold air around him had darkened. Her captivating blue eyes watched him, her lids flickering like she noted the difference.

“I am the WitchSlayer, and these are the proof of my strength, of my power.”

But, if white wielders were to fight dark, he knew the white would never win. They would never have enough strength against the vast power that came from corruption.

“Because I can tell you are kind. You have a gentle soul that does not wish to harm others for power. I will not harm someone innocent who saved me.”

He may want to scare the ever-living shit out of her and punish her for being

a Witch, but he wouldn’t...

“And your kind pull apart others! While we are alive Witches pull our scales off one-by-one.” He snarled, not liking that she may no longer be filled with innocence. “They strip us back until we are nothing but skin and flesh while we breathe, while we bleed.” He took a step forward and let his paw hit the ground hard enough to shake his own forearm. “It is so painful that we pray for death while they laugh at us.”

She is wounded. Wounded in a way no one could heal. Wounded on the inside where no kind of magic could touch.

“I felt fire. I felt it eating me. I stared at the faces of the people who I cared for, and all they did was watch me squirm in pain with glee. I could hear them laughing.”

“All I feel is pain in my heart, and it will not go away.” Her voice broke on the final word.

I would pity any Dragon who had their scales removed. The pain is the same. “What did I do to deserve fire?” Nothing. You did nothing to deserve what the humans did to you. Even he could see this.

“Why are you-?” she stuttered over hiccupping breaths. “Cry, Amalia,” Rurik said, in his human form rather than his scaly one. He pulled her tighter. “It is fine.”

“Sleep. You are safe here.”

He comforted me. Her, a Witch, his enemy. He’d taken away her suffocating loneliness by doing so, and given her someone to desperately cling to.

often bite. I can make no such promises.”

“I will not strip or bathe in front of you!” He lowered his head to bring himself further into the alcove.

“Why not? I have seen you naked plenty of times. I also changed you when you arrived here.”

“Get out, you perverted scamp!”

“Have you read all of these?” She picked up a random book and flicked through it, bending it so that the pages would quickly brush against her thumb. “Most, yes. Although I much prefer to leave the more... feminine books for females to read.”

“They seek you out?” She tilted her head, her eyes trailing over his scaled face and chest. “Does that mean you are a handsome Dragon then?” Rurik blinked, a frown forming across his features. “I believe I am quite magnificent. I thought that was obvious.”

She laughed at him! “You are very arrogant, are you not? You have many scars.”

He wanted them on the same level so they could suffer together, by themselves.

An image of a woman whose cries of pain turned into cries of sex. A woman whose struggle for breath from a sob was a struggle for breath from a thrust. A woman whose desperately clinging fingertips turned into nails scoring across his back in deep strokes, and whose shuddering from heaving breaths of sadness became trembles of a woman lost in the throes. It burned hot in

secure, even from him. I tire of waiting. If the moment wouldn’t present itself, then he would try to create it. He grabbed her wrist gently and pulled until she slammed against his broad chest. His other hand shot up to hold the side of her face to keep her still. He crashed his lips upon hers.

Rurik brought their lips together. He only needed to move his once before she returned his kiss, then the aroma of desire saturated her scent. With a quiet snarl, he moved his hand to the back of her head to protect it when he slammed her back against the wall, squishing her body between himself and the rocky surface.

knew this ass would feel good.

Tastes sweet.

Before she could escape him again, he slammed his cock home inside her. Her eyelids flung open, a sharp gasp snapping from her.

Her grip on his hair tightened as he thrust in and out of her pussy, feeling her body bounce when the head of his cock hit deep. Her breaths caught on a moan each time, making them short. Making him determined to hear more.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about the way her inner walls gripped his cock, the sliding heat he felt that grew hotter and slicker when he thrust faster. The feel of her body while he kneaded her backside and breast. The way his muscled

This beautiful woman came apart in his arms, and Rurik had never felt anything better. More!

The only noises that came to her were the erotic, slapping sound of his body hitting against hers, her own cries, and the deep and spine-tingling heavy breaths he gave.

She thought she would spiral away if he let go of her as cry after cry fell from her. They grew softer as she came back down, becoming more strangled while her body tried to fight her doing it for the air she needed.

But it was then that she heard the most sublime sound she’d ever heard, because it came from this man, this person. The one who had just taken her to some dazed place of wonder. He’d been mostly silent before, only deep and heavy breaths coming from him as he pounded inside her.

Now, he released a long-winded, shuddering groan before the unmistakable feeling of heat filled her. Her heart clenched when another rush of heat came as he released burst after burst

She had tasted sweet on his tongue, had felt exquisite under his palms and against his body. The noises she’d made often caused his ears to tingle in memory. His cock would start to harden when he remembered what she felt like wrapped around it.

He wanted to bed this female again, and this avoidance was infuriating him. It was like his desperation for her was making his scales itch. She has me under her spell. One that she didn’t cast. It made him unhappy. She feels regret, and I do not like it. Especially because his desire for her continued to grow by the minute.

“You truly wish to help me?” He stalked towards her, and the look he gave her made her take a step back. She stopped herself from going further when she realised she was retreating. Without hesitation, she said, “Yes.” He blew a ring of fire into the air above him.

“SHIFT!” he shouted the singular chant before the fire came back to encase his body. She’d never seen the Dragon change before while lucid, and her eyes widened at watching him do so. When the flames disappeared, he emerged from it human, stalking towards her with a dark predatory gaze.

“How can I still want you so badly after what I have just seen?” He bit her, making her gasp.

Does... Does he actually feel something for me in this way?

“Why do I desire you so much? Tell me to stop, Amalia. Or-”

“I wonder how your kind would feel to know,” he started in a dark, yet quiet tone that made her shiver. “That something as

pretty as you... has something like me between your thighs.”

She ran her nails across his back. His body shuddered from her doing

Oh, my Gods! She spread her trembling legs further, wanting to feel him hit deeper, harder, for him to give her more. She wanted him to take her to a higher place of ecstasy.

He is going too fast, so hard.