Plenty of Muses

The witch was having yet another panic attack. Something that happened more often than she cared to admit. Especially since she was a healer and usually the one doing the coaching. “Sorry you had to see that. Sometimes seeing the patients I do affects me more than I want it to.” Selena cleared her throat and looked to the young man. “Was there something you needed from my clinic?”

Her eyes darkened to nearly black from the lust and desire in them. Sayeh grinned and pulled herself free from him just enough to be able to spin around, sweep Ethan’s legs and knock him to the ground. “You want to see what this huntress can do?” She straddled his hips then, sunk herself down, bringing her hips to meet his. Sayeh then leaned forward, rocking her hips against his as she did so, and brought her lips to his ear. “Be careful what you ask for,” she growled into his ear before kissing down his neck then biting into his soft flesh.

Her hair being pulled had her head getting pulled back and elicited a pleasure filled groan come from her. She clenched her hands, nails digging into the surface she was pressed against. Sayeh looked over her shoulder and licked her lips. “Making sure you don’t take it easy on me. Not human so you better wreck me Wolf” she moans in time with his thrusts, enjoying this.

When he asked, no pleaded for her to scratch him harder. She smirked and dug her nails into his skin, not afraid to break the skin. Ethan was a wolf, he’d heal and if not, she’d make a healing bath for him.

Selena smirked and stalked towards him like the predatory being she was. “You are a bad influence.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “and I don’t care what they say, they’re just jealous that they can’t get close to you like I can.”