Page 59 of Bewitchingly Hers
“Good. Now, what do you say I help you take your mind off of the man from earlier?” I asked, dropping my lips to her ear and tugging on her earlobe with my teeth. I could smell her arousal almost instantly—the sweet flowery smell practically filling up her office, making me even more desperate for her.
She bit her lip. “Here?” Eryne looked around the office, cluttered with boxes and paperwork.
“Do you have a better idea?” I asked, tracing a finger down her collarbone, underneath the neck of the sweater. “You smell so sweet, baby.”
Without a word, she interlaced my fingers with hers and tugged me towards the door, peeking out of it before leading me into the kitchen.
“What are we doing?” I whispered.
She shushed me, pulling me in to the spotless kitchen. The stainless steel appliances practically gleaming, and it still smelled faintly of sugar and pumpkin, like whatever had been baking in here this morning. Eryne traced her fingers over the countertop in the middle of the room, like she was deep in thought.
“Coffee?” she asked, looking away from me.
I shook my head, wrapping my arms around her middle from behind. “I’m only thirsty for one thing, sugar.”
After last night, I was desperate to have her taste on my tongue again. I’d always been told there was nothing better than the taste of your mate, and now I knew it was true.
Next time, I wanted her to ride my face—but that would have to wait.
She let out a small moan as I scraped my teeth down her neck, desperate to sink my canines into her pulse point.Bite her,my wolf said.Mark her.
“Is anyone going to come back here?” I asked, running my hand slowly down her leg, towards the hem of her dress. She was wearing a black pair of tights underneath it, along with her favorite pair of combat boots, and I wanted to rip them off of her.
Eryne shook her head. “Not likely… but there’s always a chance.” Her voice was breathy, her scent growing even stronger.She liked this,I realized.She was turned on by the idea of someone catching us in the act, and fuck if that didn’t make my cock twitch.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re a little vixen, do you know that?” I dipped my hand underneath her underwear and tights, rubbing two fingers over her clit before dipping them inside. She was soaked andneedy, and there was no way I was going to leave my mate wanting.
Slow enough to torture her, I tugged her sweater dress off her body, every inch revealing her skin to me, before dropping it on the floor. Her lacy bra and underwear set made my mouth go dry as I took all of her in.
“How attached are you to these tights?” I asked, shifting one of my fingers into a claw and lightly pressing it against the thin black material.
She shook her head, letting out a few rough breaths. “I’m n-not.”
“Good.” I tore them off of her, letting them fall to the ground, exposing the thin layer of lace that concealed her perfect pussy from me. Picking her up, I set her on the counter, placing a hand on either side of her. “Look at you,” I praised. “So beautiful. And all mine.”
She nodded, eyelids fluttering. “Yes, Barrett. I’m all yours.”
Her hand traveled down, exploring until she cupped my length, squeezing it lightly through my pants.
“Sugar…” My voice was low. “You’re driving me crazy.” I cupped the back of her neck, kissing her roughly, swirling my tongue with hers. She let out a moan into my mouth, and it was all the encouragement I needed to keep going, kissing her hard as I cupped her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples in circles.
She squeezed my erection harder, and I let out a curse, pulling away. “I’m not going to last if you do that, baby,” I said, nipping at her neck before sliding my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties. “Up,” I ordered, helping her lift her hips so I could tug them down her legs.
Kneeling on the cold floor, I looked up at her, running my nose over her inner thigh. She let out a sharp inhale when my hot breath ghosted over her cunt.
“Now… I need that sweetness on my tongue,” I said, running my flat tongue up her entrance.
Eryne whimpered, her fingers digging into the wooden counter as I lapped up her juices, savoring every last drop. I could feel her getting closer, her breaths turning to cries, and I stopped right before she could come.
“Mmm,” I said as I stood up, running my hands up her bare thighs.
She shivered, and I grabbed my discarded flannel shirt, draping it over her shoulders so she’d be surrounded by my scent. Covered in it.
“What do you want?” I asked, leaning down to suck her nipple through the lace of her bra.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her words in such stark contrast to her sweet voice. “Please.”
With a groan, I unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock and running the head through her entrance, coating the tip in her juices. “I can’t knot you,” I reminded her. We’d be stuck together while my knot deflated, and I had no interest in being caught while buried deep inside of her.
