I dragged my gaze down the length of Elisa's beautiful body and back up again to her irresistible face. I was fascinated with her, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I once believed that she would be the death of me. She held so much power over me…and she knew it. No matter what I told myself, I knew that I’d gladly give my life for hers. I’d run through hell for her.

My groin ached and my balls throbbed. My dick pulsed avidly against my fly, and when she held my stare with those lovely innocent eyes of hers, I almost drowned in her endless sea of seduction.

Young or not. The little witch knew precisely what she was doing to me.

Her sweet scent of arousal was like an aphrodisiac, and soon I would be buried in it. Tonight, I would make sure she got what she wanted and so much more.

My hands curled around her waist, and I pulled her in closer. She arched back against the edge of the table as my hand found its way up the length of her, kneading the side of one of her breasts, before finally coming to grip the base of her neck gently. I smoothed her pulsing jugular with the pad of my thumb and watched as she unfolded in front of me. Offering herself to me. Mind, body, and soul.

Her lips looked irresistible, and I rose to the occasion, taking her mouth in a demanding kiss. My tongue tangled with hers, pushing deep. Her neck felt pliant and soft against my grip. I titled her chin up slightly to get a better angle. She tasted heavenly. We remained in the embrace, sandwiched between the table and my chair until I couldn’t control myself anymore.

Elisa snaked her fingers down between us, sliding her hands down into my pants. I was already so hard and erect that her fingers found my cock instantly. I groaned out loud, and my knees nearly gave out from under me.

Without warning, I scooped her up and carried her across the deck to the level down below where we were out of sight. I kicked open the door to the sleeping quarters, stumbled inside, and slammed it behind us. I knew my movements were deliberate and quick, but there were no words to explain how badly I wanted this woman.

I assisted her to her feet, turned her around, and pressed her front up against the wall.

“Tristan…” she breathed.

I moaned into the back of her neck, dragging my tongue against her heated skin.

“Da, mala veštica.” Yes, little witch.

“Uzmi me odmah.” She spoke in the Slavic tongue, just like I’d taught her.

The little witch had commanded me to take her…and take her, I would.

I grasped the flimsy fabric of her dress and ripped it down the middle, exposing her perfect back to me. She was bare underneath. No bra. No panties. But I had known that already.

As soon as the dress lay in a pool about her ankles, I found her clit, kneading it softly, and then ran my fingers along her juicy lips.

“I like you wet for me…just like this,” I whispered against the back of her neck, curling my fingers inside of her and massaging her g-spot. “The way your tight pussy squeezes around my finger.”

Elisa trembled and shook in my hands, moaning my name softly as I worked her up. She came undone in my hands in record time. Her orgasm was so intense that I could feel it in the air surrounding us.

“I do believe it’s time for dessert,” I told her, showering kisses all over her neck and back.

I was on my knees when I grabbed her ass with both hands holding her still. I admired the firmness of her backside and the way her plump flesh molded right into my palm.

“Perfektno,” I mumbled, pressing my lips to her. I whispered more endearments into her soft flesh and then gave her ass a firm spank.

She cried out in shock, then pushed her ass back, slightly poised for more. I nipped the top of her ass cheeks. She giggled and spun around.

“Are you going to tease me all night?” she asked, looking down at me with those big beautiful eyes of hers.

”Hmmm, maybe.” I lifted her right leg, placing it on my shoulder, exposing her to me.

She rested her head back on the wall behind her as I traced a warm, wet path up her inner thigh with feather light caresses of my tongue. I whispered to her in my Slavic language, pushing one and then two fingers inside of her sex. I teased her clit, drawing circles until the little bud was as taut as a pearl. Her hips jerked forward, moving against my lips. As I pleased her, she grabbed my hair in her fists and directed my mouth where she wanted it. I gave her the pleasure she sought, dragging my tongue fluidly across her clit and in and out of her pussy.

“Tristan, I’m going to come,” she called out, her body trembling with the beginnings of what I hoped to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

I grasped her hips, pulling her closer, and focused on the thing that would send her over the edge. Not a minute later, she spiraled out of control. So did I. I didn’t know where to pay the most attention. To her beautiful face as she came down from her sexual high, her wet glistening pussy, or her swollen breasts with tight, perfect nipples.

I rose and captured her mouth, reveling in the way her soft lips glided against mine. She was hot and ready. Before I knew it, she had managed to help me strip myself naked. I curled my hands around her ass and lifted her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around my hips, sliding her hot pussy against my shaft. With her back flat against the wall and her forearms propped on my shoulders, she braced herself for entry.

The head of my cock entered her with ease. With a guttural moan, I pulled back completely and then plunged balls deep inside of her. The scream of satisfaction that escaped her lips caused my sac to grow tight in anticipation of release. Her pussy felt amazing, clamping down on my pulsing cock. I pushed inside of her in long, deep thrusts until she adjusted well to my thickness. My drives became urgent and demanding.

I rested my face in the curve of her shoulder as I worked her sex over and over again toward our climax. I nipped at her shoulder and sucked on the delicate skin on her neck. I couldn’t wait to sink my canines into her throat. Claim her. Mark her. Mate her. Take her as shifters were meant to take a mate.

“Oh God. Tristan. I’m coming again.”

Indeed she was. Her pussy clenched firmly around me as her climax took her.

Giving into my primal desires, I pounded her, slamming her ass back against the wall of the lower cabin. In the aftermath of her orgasm, her hot sheath milked me. My cock lengthened and jerked. My seed flooded my balls. I couldn’t control my animal, who was very much in need. My canines lengthened right along with my cock. I threw my head back to keep from burying my teeth in her pretty little neck and groaned out my pleasure as my seed erupted from me and filled her.

Our gazes met, and I realized that Elisa’s pleasure mirrored my own. Her canines had dropped as well, and the essences of both of our wolves were dancing right along the surface of our skin. I held my stance there for a moment, keeping her body to the wall and my cock buried in her pussy.

Elisa was my queen. All I wanted to do was please her.

And I would give her everything…just like she wanted.