Page 85 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

“That’s how Kelta won them to her!” Jack cries out. “By promising the blood of a witch!”

“Aye,” Jen agrees, nodding.

“How do we stop them?” Bae demands.

Jen shakes her head. “For that answer, you need to ask the only witch who stood against one, and survived.”

Amanda.

I push my plate away and get up to step out on the deck. The cold wind comforts me, stripping away my fear and doubt.

The mountain is restless. I can’t deny that, but I don’t need to think of ancient curses today.

“Are they done in there?” Carla asks, stepping out from the kitchen. “Time’s getting on, and I have a turkey to cook.”

“I hope so,” I mutter to her before walking down the long deck towards the yard. I’m barely past the stairs when I hear footsteps drumming on the wooden planks, catching up to me.

Jenks.

As he comes up behind me, I turn and face him, laughing as he grabs me around the waist and spins me. His arms wrap tightly around me, and I snuggle against his warm chest, listening for the strong, steady sound of his heartbeat.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say. “I just don’t need to hear the serious stuff today. We’re supposed to be celebrating.”

“We could always have a private party,” he says mischievously. “I happen to know there is a bottle of wine chilling in the ballroom, as well as some snacks and big fluffy pillows.”

“Well, how did those get there?” I ask slyly, tapping his nose with my finger.

“Elves,” he says with certainty. “Couldn’t have been anyone else.”

“I guess we better go and see, then,” I laugh. “We wouldn’t want to upset the elves.”

Jenks takes my hand, and we run around the side of the house, giggling like kids. As we come to the edge of the east wing, Jenks lets us through the side door into the huge, tiled ballroom.

“Look at this,” I say, shaking my head. “Those elves were certainly busy.”

“How about getting busy?” he says, running his hands along my waist.

I lean into his touch, pressing my body up against his and sliding my hands up his back. When he leans down to kiss me, I wrap one leg around him, my breath coming fast as arousal builds.

“And I thought I was seducing you,” he gasps. “You’re a siren!”

“Hmm, I do try,” I murmur. “If you’ve got a problem with it, I can stop.”

“Never,” he whispers. “Never stop.”

He kisses me gently, slowly deepening the kiss. I cling to him, leaning back and opening my mouth, inviting him into me as I search for his tongue with mine.

Suddenly, he grabs me around the waist, picking me up and bouncing both of us onto the thick pile of pillows. He lets me go, and I tip over on my back, my legs kicking up into the air.

“Jenks!” I squeal, giggling. “What are you doing?”

“You know exactly what I want to do,” he says, his voice thick with hunger. Before I can sit up, I feel his hands under my skirt, running up my legs and tearing off my panties.

He pushes me down, opening my knees with a firm grip. When his tongue finds my clit, a long moan rips from my mouth. I buck my hips under him, begging for more.

“Good thing this place is soundproof,” he mutters.

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