Page 78 of Witch's Fate

Malcolm sat next to her and draped an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close. She stiffened out of instinct, then relaxed into him. Why not enjoy being with him during the few days she had left? He might have taken the dagger and started all of this, but he’d never meant to get her into this mess. Of course he’d thought they could handle the High Witches.She’dthought that.

Ugh. She needed to think about something else.

She glanced up at Malcolm. His gaze was grave as he watched the sunset. She didn’t know where he’d gone today, and she didn’t want to ask. Judging by the furrow of his brow and the worry in his eyes, it hadn’t gone well. She didn’t want more bad news.

She wanted a distraction, and talking wasn’t going to do it.

Sofia set the whisky glass on the floor and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kitty slink out of the room.

Fate, he was big. She gripped his shoulder and met his gaze.

“What are you doing?” His voice was rough.

“Distracting myself.” She pressed her mouth to the side of his neck, dragging her tongue along the delicious expanse. His cock hardened beneath her as she bit his neck. Unable to wait, she climbed off his lap to kneel before him. Her hands found the buttons of his trousers and began to undo them.

He hissed in a breath. “Are you sure—”

She pressed a hand over his mouth. She’d had a hard day, but she didn’t need his coddling. What she needed was a distraction, and his thick, beautiful erection was just what it was going to be. She hadn’t really been able to spend much time on him before, and fates, how she wanted to.

With fumbling hands, she tugged his trousers and underwear down around his calves. His thick cock sprang free, thick and long. It was beautiful, with a tracing of veins and a pearl of fluid at the tip.

“You want this?” he growled.

She glanced up to see him watching her, desire and some darker emotion on his face. He looked at her like she held the last cup of water in the desert. Like he’d die if she didn’t put her mouth on him.

It made her sex clench.

“Yes,” she said.

He gripped his cock in his big hand. Veins stood out on the back of his palm, so masculine that she shivered. Those big, blunt fingers had been inside of her.

“Then take it,” he said, and tilted the shaft toward her.

A groan tore from his throat as she darted her tongue out and lapped up the drop of fluid. Another lick to the tip.

His head dropped back on the couch and she thought she heard him say something likefates, just oncebut she was too busy with his taste.

Musky and dark, it was delicious. It made her breasts throb and her pussy ache. Wanting more, she took the crown into her mouth.

A groan tore from his throat. His hand threaded through her hair, squeezing gently. It was so dirty, the way he held herhead and fed her his cock. The idea made her moan around his shaft.

He groaned.

He was too big to take entirely into her mouth, so she nudged his hand away with her own and gripped him in her fist. His shaft was so big that her hand barely fit around.

“Fuck, that’s good, Sofia,” he rasped.

She glanced up to see him watching her, his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed. His chest heaved. Fates, he was handsome. She raised a hand and waved it over his chest, making his shirt disappear.

The broad expanse of his chest and his ridged abdomen were enough to make her whimper. She couldn’t even look at the muscles that roped his arms or the tattoo that wrapped around his shoulder without wanting to run her hands over him. Fates, she wanted to touch all of him. Trace his hard pecs and the swell of his bicep, the curve of his throat and his strong hands.

So many nice things to touch, but she returned to his shaft, the part that she most wanted to worship, taking him deeper. She pumped her fist in tandem, reveling in the silken steel beneath her palm. He shuddered, his fist tightening in her hair. The slight tug of pain sent a wave of dark pleasure through her.

With a gentle hand, she cupped his balls.

“Yes,” he groaned.

She took him deeper into her mouth, straining to accept as much of him as she could. The head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. His thighs shook and she could tell that he was fighting not to thrust up into her mouth.

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