Page 88 of Bewitchingly Hers
It was rough and messy butfuck, did it feel right.
After my body settled, I licked the mark on her neck, healing it with my saliva, picking up my mate and adjusting us on the bed so I could spoon her comfortably.
I ran my fingers up and down her side. “Is that what you wanted?”
She let out a hum of satisfaction.
I chuckled. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” She’d definitely have bruises tomorrow. I could already see the purplish spots on her thighs.
“No.” She looked up at me. “I liked it.” She ran her fingers over my beard. “It was exactly what I needed.”
I dropped my forehead against hers. “I don’t know what came over me. I just had this burning need to be inside of you. To claim you.”
Eryne shifted our positions so she was cradled in my arms, twisting on my knot until her front was pressed against mine. Her hardened nipples brushed over my chest, and my dick twitched inside of her.Gods,she was sexy. Especially when she’d been begging for my knot.
She rested her hand on my chest, drawing circles in my chest hair. “You know, about our wedding…”
“Hm?” I looked over at her, finding a heated look in her eyes.
“What do you think about the spring?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Any specific reason?”
She wiggled on my knot. “Maybe I want you to knock me up.” Eryne leaned forward, her lips only inches from mine. “Hearing you talk about breeding me makes me want to go off birth control and let you try for real.”
Maybe we both had a breeding kink. “Fuck,” I groaned, already feeling myself getting hard again. “What about winter instead? Tomorrow,” I insisted. Yeah, tomorrow was good.
She hummed as I grasped her chin with my fingers, taking her mouth with mine and kissing her languidly. We stayed like that until I was fully hard again—a feat, even for a wolf shifter—and I fucked my knot into her, each shallow thrust making me ram against her cervix, my tip pressed against the entrance to her womb.
I had half a mind to beg her to go off birth control right then and there, to make a baby this weekend, but I also wanted to savor this time with just the two of us.
But if the goddess had given her to me, then I had no doubt in my mind that this was meant to be. Whatever had brought us together—fate or divine providence—it must have known what it was doing when it gave me this witch as my mate.
Of all the beings in the universe, she was mine, and I would never squander that opportunity. Would never stop being grateful that she was mine.
That I’d been bewitched by her, and I never wanted to stop being under her spell.
Because I was bewitchinglyhers.
epilogue
BARRETT
SIX MONTHS LATER…
Eryne was snoring softly, her ginger hair spreading out around her. I ran my hands up her sides, savoring the feeling of her soft, bare skin. She made a little sighing sound in her sleep, and I nuzzled my head against her neck, kissing her mating mark.
My cock was hard, pressed against her back, desperate to bury itself in her. I let my fingers creep lower, between her thighs, and pressed one inside of her. She let out a small mewl, and it was all the encouragement I needed.
“Barrett,” she whined in her sleep, and fuck, it was so sweet.Thiswas how I wanted to wake up every morning, with my mate—my wife—in my arms, showing her how much I loved her.
I pressed another finger inside of her, crooking them to make sure she was wet enough to take me.
Eryne let out a moan, her head dipping back to press against my shoulder, and her scent wafted up to me, the overwhelming sweetness hitting me in the face.
It had changed. It was even sweeter now, if that was possible. And maybe if I’d been paying attention, I would have realized what that meant sooner.
“Sugar,” I murmured against her ear, feeling her pushing her ass against my cock.
