The WitchSlayer (Witch Bound, #1)

by Opal Reyne

He felt conflicted about the pretty thing – and she really was a pretty thing, even for a lowly Witch.

He also may not want to kill her because she was pretty. Very pretty, he thought when he watched her disrobe from his perch near the window.

I want to die. I want to die. She wanted to escape this torment. Please! Let me die!

“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.”

They stayed like that, both of them on their knees, while the sounds of her sobs echoed off the stone walls of his cave. I do not want to remember anymore.

Her calf looks as though it would yield if bitten. His walk slowed, mesmerised by her action.

She grabbed the tip of his tail and pulled it. Instead of halting him, she ended up being dragged forward against the ground. He stopped, his head turning slowly with unmasked shock. “Did... Did you pull my tail?” She knew at any moment he would explode with rage, and she fell back onto her bottom with a laugh. “Oh, do not be mad. I only wanted to stop you from running away in embarrassment.” “You dare pull me?!” he roared. “After I do a nice thing for you? I worked all day for an ungrateful cow!”

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

It would not matter. Even picturing her with gouging marks, whether healed or bloody, didn’t take away his want of her. He also knew he’d be angry with himself if he maimed the kind woman. He would deeply regret it if he harmed even a single, glossy hair on her head. It is not her fault I want to fuck her. Rurik stilled at that thought.

What is she doing? he thought when she crawled into the space between his arms and curled into a ball. Using his arm as a pillow, she tucked her face against him and clasped her hands tightly against her chest. She looked tired, her face a tear-shed colour of pink. “I cannot sleep,” she explained. He figured it was so that he wouldn’t ask her to move. She is afraid. And the fact she was seeking comfort from him meant that she still regarded him as something safe. Something stirred in his chest, some unknown emotion. He moved the arm she wasn’t laying on so that it would curl around her body. Then he lowered his head so that his neck would lay across her to give her warmth.

“I was wondering. How would one mount you in order to ride you?” “By my hips, I would imagine.”

He wanted to know what her skin tasted like upon his tongue, how she felt against his palms. He wanted to know the kind of lewd sounds she would make. He needed to how she would feel when she came, what that sweet, innocent face looked like when it was filled with wicked pleasure instead.

She didn’t turn to him, but she said, “The view is quite lovely here.” With his eyes still on her, he answered, “Yes, it is.”

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

She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as she was. He was angry, taking her against the cold hard ground, but she relished in every second of it. Amalia adored it.

“But we just-” “I will have you again, Amalia. I am going to fuck you all night until all I can think about is this wonderful fucking pussy around me,” he told her, right before he sunk his hard cock back inside her. Her hands flew to his body to dig her fingertips into his back, her thoughts replaced by a moan when her swollen core contracted around that tremendous, hot pressure. Yes. Whatever he wants.

“If you think I will be leaving while you bathe, then it appears you are sorely mistaken.” “But-” His lids lowered halfway before he rolled his eyes. “You are covered in the evidence of me touching you. Are you truly to tell me you wish to be bashful still?” “You really are a perverted Dragon, are you not?” He was still waiting. “For you, yes. Now, lower the furs. I wish to see.”

She closed the small distance between them to grab Amalia by the cheeks. Then, to her uttermost surprise, she nuzzled her nose against her own. Amalia did nothing but blink, unsure of what was happening. “I like you. You are soft but not timid.” She stepped back with a grin. “Then again, I think timidness would bore him.”

“It is just me and you here.” Amalia quickly scrambled to leave, but he put his paw out to cut through the waterfall and block the tiny path behind it. “Do not fret. I have been explicitly, and violently, told not to harm you. Speak with me, I am curious as to why he thinks you are harmless.”

“Glov has left, and I am hoping not to need them today.” It took her a while to realise what he meant. What he hadn’t thought she would do was bolt. “No, no, no.” Yes, yes, yes, he thought with a chuckle as he chased her.

She gave no fight, immediately making a soft noise as she returned his kiss and leaned into him. Up you go, he lifted her by the back of both legs so that they were around his waist.

She wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on, her scent deepening the more their mouths moved over each other’s with scorching, messy, wet kisses. She always smells sweet. Already his shaft was hardening, and he deepened the press of his mouth before dipping his tongue inside. And tastes it.

I knew I would like the way she tasted, but he didn’t think he would like it this much.

She tastes so... he couldn’t think of the perfect word to describe the essence of this woman’s pleasure dribbling into his mouth. Instead, he moaned like it was the most delicious thing, gently kissing at her core as he lapped it up.

How can she feel this good?

He didn’t think this often, but she felt like heaven. Warm, wet, trembling heaven. She is so soft. Everything about her was soft.

He could barely even keep his eyes open. They were too dazed and unseeing as he released his first quiet groan while being inside her tender body. The way she sounds...

Her eyes found his silver ones, and whatever he saw in hers made a grin form across his face. Her body clenched him in reaction to it, making her moan directly for him, and it grew. His breathing was becoming shallow, and he dabbled his tongue at the seam of his lips.

“I fear pain.” She met his eyes with unwavering doubt. “I fear the agony of flames, I fear the stab of a knife, the suffocation of drowning. Death is an escape from worldly senses, and all I want is to not suffer or be afraid when I am living in this world – or dying in it.”

“Are you sure you are a Witch?” he asked, placing his paw across her body gently to squash her and knock the air out of her. She let out a giggle, squirming onto her side when he moved his hand. “Are you sure you are not some unknown creature to the world?”

She had been his friend, had been a place of his desire. He’d come to care for her. You satisfy the rage in me.

If she does not breathe, I will incinerate the world. A rumbling, dark growl bubbled from his chest like thunder as his face morphed into rage, and fury, and resentment so deep he knew he’d never felt anything like this before. If the world thinks I am hateful now, just wait until they see me if she is taken from it.

He would set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her.

“Do you still not want it?” She shook her head. Good. He had one last question. He released the pull he had on her hair to gently cup her head so he could ask it softly. “Do you feel for me?” Did she return his feelings? “Yes,” she answered, and he swiftly leaned forward to take her mouth, to kiss her with hard and unyielding need and force and the deep passionate heat he held for her. She welcomed his lips, and he gave a silent groan when she gave a loud one. He reluctantly broke from the kiss before he got swept up and forgot she wouldn’t be able to take him right now. “Good, because you are the only female who seems to know how to handle me.”

“Now do the leg thing,” he commanded with a grin. She turned her head to the side so she could look over her shoulder at him with a peek of humour. When she didn’t do it, just stared at him, he made an impatient gesture with his head. With a sigh, that peek of humour pestering into a smile, she leaned back against him. Then up one of her legs went as she brushed her hands down the side of it to wipe what she could of the blood off them. His eyes perused the length of it before she brought it down and did the other. I think perhaps I may like bath time with her.

He gave an irritated huff, gesturing to the spell again with his hand. “I love you. You love me. It makes sense I should have your mark.”

Rurik pulled up the skirt of her dress until he exposed her backside and grasped it with his free hand. Then he bit one arse cheek! “Ow! Why do you always bite me?” “Because I like you so damn much.”

Now that they were in the middle of this, he feared that if he didn’t spend inside this beautiful woman until he was calm, he’d flip into a rage. She tempts me, makes me crave her.

Her body is so kind to me, so sweet, so good... just like her. His breaths came out shallower when she stopped coming, his own release coming quicker than he wanted it to. And she is mine.

He is a rather arrogant bastard, and she’d told him that many times. But he could also be very sweet and charming. And he is soft for me. Looking around at the room he carved, filled, and given to her, she realised he’d had a soft spot for her for a while and neither one of them noticed.

“I will have the child that is promised to me, and if any of you try to get in the way, I will rip your hearts from your chests and feed them to her so that she can live as long as me!”

“If father can tolerate your spiteful, barbed personality, then Amalia can love that in which you gave me, your spiteful, barbed personality.” “You do not get your temper from me!” she yelled, proving to all that he truly did. Then she huffed, shaking her head as if to rid herself of her anger.

“Your sister will attempt to stay. I will make sure I take her with us so that you may continue your fornication with this poor female.” “I said to shut your trap!” he snapped, seeing that Amalia was becoming more uncomfortable which would make it harder for him to do such things with his often bashful woman.

“Spread your pretty thighs, and I will give it to you.”

“Really? So, we can only do it once a day like this?” “You are safe for now.” For now, he thought with a grin.