Page 80 of Bewitchingly Hers
“Do you want that, sugar?”
“Yes,”she cried. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”
I let out a grunt. “Fuck.” I pushed my knot into place, spilling my cum inside of her, feeling her come another time from the sudden intrusion of my hard knot as it continued to swell. Wewere connected so intimately, and I couldn’t stop, not until I’d poured every last drop into her womb.
Yes,my wolf agreed.Breed our pretty little mate.
Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to her back.
When we finally collapsed against the bed, breathing rough and spent, I gathered her up into my arms, her back pressed against my front, my knot still buried deep inside of her. Splaying my fingers across her stomach, I imagined what it would be like to watch her swell with our child. The idea made me half feral, and yet I couldn’t
“Did you really mean that?” Eryne whispered, interlacing the fingers of our free hands.
“Hm?” I kissed her neck, pressing my teeth over my mark.
“About getting me pregnant.” She turned her head to look at me.
I could feel the warmth creeping up my neck and ears. “Well—yeah. But only if you want that.”
She smiled, and the expression warmed my insides. “I love you, you know that, Wolf-Man.”
I nodded. “Of course I do.”
“Even if I hadn’t been your mate, I would have wanted a future with you. A life. A family.” She wiggled around my knot. “I’m on birth control, but whenever it happens… I want to have your babies.”
I hummed, banding both of my arms around her abdomen and holding her even tighter. “Maybe we should get married first.”
Eryne laughed softly. “Maybe we start with meeting your family, and then we go from there.”
“This doesn’t count as a proposal, by the way,” I told her.
“I’m already your mate,” she murmured, eyelids growing heavy. I yawned, feeling sleep coming on. My knot was stillfirmly lodged inside of her, and showed no signs of softening any time soon. “Everything else is just a bonus.”
“I love you, Eryne,” I said against her ear. “My little healer. You’re the best thing that ever could have happened to me, sugar. And I’ll never take that for granted. Not for one single moment. You have me totally bewitched, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
We fell asleep just like that—wrapped up in each other, dreaming of a future that felt more in reach than ever.
“Where are we going?” I asked as Eryne pulled me along behind her. At least this way, I could appreciate the view. She’d pulled on a burnt orange sweater dress with thick black tights and my favorite heeled boots of hers, as well as a pair of pumpkin pie earrings.
She grinned back at me. “You’ll see.”
I knew how much she loved showing me around her town, so I didn’t ask too many questions. Fall in Pleasant Grove was… intense. I knew that more than ever after being here for the last months.
When we finally arrived at our destination—the pumpkin patch—I had a hard time not laughing. There was a tan banner hanging up overhead painted with pumpkins that readPleasant Grove’s 250thAnnual Pumpkin Festival.
“That’s a lot of years of pumpkins, Sugar.”
She hummed in response.
The pumpkin patch to my right was massive—housing thousands of pumpkins of all shapes, sizes and colors, and, I had to admit—was the perfect setting for a pumpkin themed event.
“The market has all sorts of different pumpkin foods to try. Anything you can think of, someone’s made from pumpkin. There’s a corn maze, too. And once it’s dark, there’s a dance in the barn.” Her eyes sparkled. “They hang up all these lights and couples slow dance, and it’s so romantic.” Eryne let out a sigh.
I tugged her to my side. “I can’t wait to see all of it, baby.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Where do you want to start?”
She bit her lip. “Well, honestly… This is my first year in a while enjoying the event. My ex didn’t really enjoy it, and the Witches’ Brew normally has a booth, so I’ve worked the last few. I decided that we’d take this year off, though. I couldn’t imagine doing it without Willow and Luna, and with their pregnancies…” Eryne shrugged. “So, really, it’s a first for both of us.” She turned to look at me, and I tugged on a strand of copper hair.
“Well, we still need to get our pumpkins,” I whispered in her ear. “We haven’t carved any yet.” They’d be our first of many, together. Just like today would be our first of many trips to the pumpkin festival. I didn’t have to be a witch or a seer to know that.
