Page 64 of Bewitchingly Hers
“Hi.” His free hand cradled my shoulder, his thumb rubbing back and forth over my skin.
I pressed my ass back against his jeans, feeling his cock hardening as I moved my hips. My nipples pebbled in my dress, and I wasveryaware how much I wanted this man. Ever since this afternoon, I’d wanted more. And I really wanted him to take me home and finally let me feel his knot inside of me.
I reached up, running my hand down the side of his face. “Take me home, Barrett.”
He didn’t waste any time. As soon as the door closed behind us, Barrett had me up against the wall, his lips on mine as his hands wandered, pushing my dress up and revealing the black lace panties that barely left anything to the imagination.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, snapping the waistband against my skin before pulling them down my legs. “It was so hard holding back.” Barrett buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. “So hard when you smell so fucking good all the time. So sweet.”
He pushed his thigh in between mine as he leaned forward to take my mouth with his. I rocked my hips against him, already feeling the ache building inside of me—the need to have him inside of me.
“Bedroom,” I gasped as he kissed and sucked at my neck.
His eyes darkened as he pulled me into his arms, carrying me into my room and set me on the edge of my bed. Barrett dropped to his knees, unzipping my heeled boots and letting them drop to the floor, before pulling my dress off over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, since the fabric would have shown, and I ran my fingers over my nipples, cupping my breasts as he looked down at me.
Standing up and stepping towards him with the sway of my hips, I returned the favor, unbuttoning his shirt, and unbuckling his belt, and then flicking open the top button of his pants. He kicked them off eagerly, and then was back on me, kissing me hard as his hands explored my bare skin. Barrett’s cock came to life between us as our tongues explored, pressing into my stomach, and I moaned as I reached down, stroking his length with my hand, feeling his knot at the base.
I spun us around, pushing him down until he laid back on the bed, lounging across it like hebelongedthere. He watched me as I took him in—all of him. Every last inch. Barrett was all muscle, six-foot-three anddelicious,like he was sculpted from granite and chiseled by the goddess herself just for me.
There was no taking my eyes off of him—not that I even wanted to. It was such a stark contrast to weeks ago, when I’d been taking care of him when he was hurt. Now, besides a few healed scars, there was nothing to show it had ever happened.
But through it all, he was still my wolf. Still the man I was falling in love with. It was hard to deny, especially when he did things like show up at the bakery just to make sure I was okay. My heart melted a little more every time he showed how much he cared—how much he valued me. It was more than just whatever physical connection was between us, whatever made us so explosive in the bedroom.
It was like there was an invisible string, tied between him and me. Pulling us together, even when we didn’t know it. That thread had brought him here, tome.
And for now, I didn’t even care if this would end someday. If he’d go home and find his mate and leave me behind. Because right now, he was mine.
My girl,he’d called me. I wanted to be his. Wanted this—his knot, his everything.
“Come here, baby,” he murmured, fisting his cock. I bit my lip as I watched him jerk himself off, running my fingers down my thighs and pressing two of them inside my slit. It was hard to deny I was wet—especially when I knew he could scent my arousal now.
Unable to resist any longer, I lifted myself into the bed, climbing on top of him, dropping my knees to either side of his hips. I trapped his erection between our bodies, planting my hands on his chest as I leaned forward to press my lips to his.
Barrett ran his hands up my thighs, his gaze taking me in, like he was trying to memorize this moment. Or maybe that was just how I felt, because I didn’t want to forget one single moment.
We’d had sex before, but this felt different. Like somethingmore.
Maybe because he’d promised to give me his knot tonight. I’d been hesitant at first, but now I wanted to know what it felt like inside of me.
“You’re so hard,” I observed, my words breathy. Was that really what I sounded like? Pure sex?
“I feel like I could explode just from you rubbing your pussy all over my cock,” he groaned as I rocked back and forth over his length, feeling my wetness coating his length. He squeezed my hip. “I want to be inside of you,” he said with a groan as I ground my pussy down on the tip, needing more friction. “No—I need it.” His forehead was dotted with sweat, like he’d been fighting his urges, and I wanted him to let go. To not hold back anymore.
“Yes,” I agreed.
Lifting my hips, we both guided his length inside me, and I let out a sigh of pleasure as I took every last inch.
Barrett groaned as his cock speared me, hips thrusting up involuntarily, like he was just as desperate for this as I was. He filled me completely, and I’d never known this feeling of fullness before him. It was like I could feel himeverywhere.
His knot sat at the base, and I squirmed, trying to fit it in too.
Barrett chuckled, lightly slapping my ass before gripping my hips. “Not yet, Sugar. You’re not ready for that.”
I pouted, clenching my insides around him. “But you told me I could feel it.”
“So needy.” He reached up, cupping my breasts and massaging them, thumbs flicking over my nipples. “You will, baby. But first, we have to get you nice and relaxed.” He leanedforward, taking one into his mouth and sucking lightly. “I need you to come first.”
I threw my head back, arching my back into him as I started to move my hips back and forth, each forward movement causing his knot to press against my clit, proving me delicious stimulation that was going to make me come faster than I ever had before.
