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I swore, the pleasure blinding, as she moved, rising, rolling, finding a rhythm that sent waves of bliss pulsing through my veins.
Fuck, there was no better sight in this world than my mate like this—her body riding mine, her spine arching, her breastsbouncing slightly with every movement, her nails digging into my arms as a delicious flush spread down her chest.
On second thought, there was just one sight better... I watched her as I let my fingers drift down between us, teasing over the mating bite I had left on that perfect swell of flesh below her navel. Her breath caught, her moan strangled, and I circled her clit with my thumb, pressing, rubbing, teasing in just the right way until her body seized.
She clenched around me, her back bowing as she moaned my name, pleasure washing over her in waves.
And just as she lost herself completely, her fingers found the scar on my shoulder, the mating bite she’d left on me. Her thumb pressed into it as she rode out her orgasm.
A sharp, electric jolt shot through me, straight to my cock, pleasure slamming into me with brutal force. My jaw clenched, a guttural sound tearing from my throat as my own release surged forward, my hips rolling into her as I spilled deep inside her, lost to the sheer bliss of her body milking me, pulling everything from me.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that—tangled, trembling and breathless.
Eventually, when the haze of pleasure began to fade, I pulled her close, still buried inside her, guiding her down onto the bed with me.
Sleep tugged at my limbs, heavy and inevitable, but the urge to watch her was stronger.
I reached up, dragging my thumb over her jaw, tracing the curve of her cheek, memorizing the way her lips were still parted, her breath slow and deep, the way the morning light glinted against her flushed skin.
My mate. My witch.
And in typical Jen fashion, she shattered the moment with one of her adorably weird questions. Letting out a long, sleepyyawn, she nestled closer and mumbled, “On a scale of one to venom-laced apple pie, how exhausted are you?”
I huffed out a laugh, my breath still ragged. “Exhausted enough that after I’ve rested for a solid week, I’m going to track down that orc and castrate him so he can’t inflict another one of his spawn on this earth.”
Jen chuckled, her body warm and soft against mine. “Babysitting wasn’tthatbad.”
“Not that bad?” I scoffed, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her tighter against my chest. In one smooth motion, I rolled us over, her body shifting beneath mine, my semi-hard cock still nestled deep inside her. “I want to spend my morning worshiping every inch of you, watching you come apart over and over again. But thanks to our nephew, I don’t think I even have the stamina for round two.”
Jen giggled, the sound vibrating against my chest, and Gods, I felt it everywhere. The sensation hummed through me, straight down to where we were still joined, my cock twitching inside her.
Huh. Maybe round two wasn’t quite as impossible as I thought.
Her laughter softened into something breathier, and she traced lazy circles over my shoulder, her fingers brushing the mating bite. “You know,” she mused, her tone teasing, “for someone who claims he’s too exhausted to function, you still seem... pretty functional.”
I groaned, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to her jawline. “It’s your fault, mate. You keep making those sweet little sounds, and my body just wants to...” I trailed off, my lips dragging down the column of her throat.
Jen gasped softly as I shifted inside her, her nails digging ever so slightly into my back.
“I can’t wait until the contraceptive potion wears off,” I murmured against her skin. “Because you and I are going tomake an army of little witches together, mate.” I kissed the tip of her nose, my lips curving into a smirk. “If only for the sheer satisfaction of seeing the look on Uncle Rowan’s face when we drop them off forhimto babysit.”
Jen snorted, then gasped as I gave an experimental roll of my hips. “You’re a cruel, cruel demon,” she said, her fingers trailing idly over my arm.
“It was so intense even BooDini is still recovering.” I nipped at her bottom lip, then pulled back, brushing my nose against hers. “It didn’t even float down this morning to help me with breakfast.”
“I know.” Jen giggled, a glint in her eyes. “I could tell.”
I narrowed my eyes playfully. “Wicked, wicked witch.”
Then, with one slow, deliberate motion, I slid out of her.
Jen let out a frustrated little sigh, shifting her hips as if to coax me back inside, but as much as I wanted to, there was something else I needed to do first. Reaching down the side of the bed, I let my fingers fumble until they found what I was looking for—the crinkled paper handle of the gift bag I had stashed away last night. Slowly, I pulled it out from under the bed, the rustle of paper drawing Jen’s attention.
Her brows furrowed as she glanced at me, confusion flickering across her face as I rolled back onto my knees. Instinctively, she shuffled backward, settling into a seated position, her gaze darting between me and the bag in my hands. “What is this?”
I smirked, holding it out to her. “A little present.”
Her fingers brushed mine as she took the bag, her touch still warm from being tangled together. She hesitated for half a second before fishing inside, her hands closing around the sleek box within. Slowly, she pulled it out, turning it in her hands, her expression shifting from curiosity to confusion. “A... laptop?”
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