Fuck Tamara! you smell so fucking good. &#x27; He rasped in his sexy voice. His utterance brought forth goosebumps all over my exposed skin.

My body was betraying me at the moment. My eyes flicked down on the front of his pants. A good outline of his appendage forced blood to flow further between my legs, making my clit become more engorged.

He was hard for me, his gigantic erection pressed on his zipper. My hands itched so much to stretch and feel it, touch it beneath my fingers. They wanted to caress it gently, they yearned to pleasure the Alpha male.

&#x27;See what you do to me? &#x27; He rasped, massaging his front in a sensual manner.

&#x27;Your smell, damn! It makes me want to jump on you for eternity. Pin you beneath me, while you scream my name over and over again in raw uncensored pleasure. 

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Living in a pack of werewolves as the only witch, Tamara has had a fair of insults from the pack members. That changes when she is mated to the alpha of the pack, alpha Ryker. A prophecy requires them to work as a team to defeat their enemies. Will they persevere or will they crumble under pressure?

Alpha's Ryker's Little Witch

'What do you mean that you can see a cloud levitating on my head? ' My mind had yet to contemplate on the farcical information my little witch had just shared. It was quite a rather risible statement but questioning it's plausibility would obviously show that I was skeptical of my mate.

'I know it sounds farfetched, hell it took me time to believe it myself but trust me, I can see it. ' Her thoughts were pure and free of any falsity. As her feelings flowed through the invisible chain that held our bond together, undeniable worry and fright flooded our bond.

I remained silent as she fidgeted on the couch nervously, her eyes tightly closed. Her hesitation in giving me a more detailed explanation compelled me to place my right hand on top of hers. The action seemed to work because she gradually relaxed with every squeeze on her hand.

Prophecy