Page 21 of Bewitchingly Hers (Witches of Pleasant Grove #3)

He dipped his head. “I have a pretty good idea where to start looking. And my partner is coming to town for backup. Between the two of us, well should be able to take care of it. There’s not much that can stand a chance against both of us.

” I was pretty sure he was talking about his hunter friend, though he hadn’t given me specifics.

“Anything you need,” Damien said to the ginger haired man at my side. “I’m here, too. And my brother is just a call away.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Barrett said, though he was staring directly at me. “Anything to keep the town safe.”

Though I had a feeling the town , in this case, really meant me.

I couldn’t decide how I felt about that.

“Mmm.” I cozied up next to Barrett on the couch a few hours later, after our little coven meeting had been disbanded and everyone had gone home.

Cait had the spell book—along with a few more things Rina and Wendy had found in their grandma’s attics that she thought would help her figure out the magic behind it, and I felt better, just knowing we had a plan.

Roping the rest of the coven in was the right move, even though I felt anxious over the idea of anyone getting hurt because we’d involved them in this mess.

Right now, I didn’t want to think about any of that. Not when my entire body was practically buzzing with awareness, begging for his touch. Right now, I didn’t need words. I just wanted him . Every look, every small touch this evening, had just made me want him even more.

I ran my hand down his front, popping open the buttons on his shirt as I went.

“What are you doing?” He whispered as I kissed one of his pecs, and then the other.

“I want you,” I said, knowing I wasn’t above begging. “You haven’t touched me. Not since that night.”

His eyes softened, like he knew exactly what I was talking about. “But I hurt you.” He slid his hand into my hair, cupping my cheek. Barrett’s thumb stroked my skin, and it was almost like I could feel the turmoil within him.

I shook my head. “You didn’t.” I took his hand in mine, kissing his palm. “Please. I don’t regret it. Not one bit. And I don’t want you to, either.”

His hand slid around the back of my neck as he kissed me softly, tenderly. Like I was something precious. Something he wanted to keep.

“Eryne…” Barrett murmured, fingers trailing from my hair to my collarbone, pushing my dress off my shoulder until it exposed the black strap of the garment I was wearing underneath. “Gods, you smell…” He took a deep inhale, his nose brushing down my skin.

I hummed as he snapped the strap against my skin, his fingers tracing the freckles that dotted my shoulders. Pressing my lips to his bare chest, I tugged his shirt out of his pants.

“Like what?” I asked him, even though I sensed I already knew what he was going to say.

Barrett groaned, and the sound—goddess. My panties were completely soaked. “I can smell how wet you are,” he told me, his voice rasping over my skin, making my nipples harden. “Like you need me.” If he could smell my arousal, he’d know just how turned on I was. “ Fuuuck , baby.”

He pulled me tight against his body, neither one of us in a rush to move.

I buried my face in his neck as he held my hips, both of us just soaking in the moment.

I ran my fingers through his hair, languidly appreciating his body as he drank in my scent.

I didn’t know what it was about it that he seemed to find so intoxicating, but in this moment, I didn’t care.

“ Eryne ,” he said again, pressing his lips to swells of my breasts. “So sweet. Like sugar.” His tongue dragged up my skin, and I let out a ragged breath.

When we pulled apart, his eyes were dark, roving over my body. I dug my front teeth into my lower lip and fluttered my eyelashes at him.

He slid his hand up my knee. “What are you wearing underneath this?”

I fluttered my eyelashes as I spread my legs for him. “Why don’t you find out?”

Barrett’s hands gripped the hem of my dark green dress, and he pulled it off my body, exposing the black scrappy mesh bodysuit I’d been wearing underneath. My nipples were already hard, pressed against the fabric, and I cupped my breasts, knowing it would make my cleavage spill out over the fabric.

I stood in front of him, knowing my body was on full display. “Do you like it?” I let out a breath.

“Fuck,” he groaned, running his teeth along the bare skin of my neck. “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes traced over every inch of my body—every bit of skin exposed, where the straps and the mesh hugged my body, showing off every curve. “Like every dream I’ve ever had, come to life.”

Was this why women liked wearing lingerie? If it was, I’d buy a million more sets, just to see him look at me like this.

“I’m not a dream, Barrett,” I said, taking his hand and guiding his fingers right where I wanted them. “You can touch me. Have me. Take me .”

He groaned as I pressed a finger inside my core. I let out a moan as I felt him stretch me, knowing he’d find out just how wet I actually was. Dripping. I was a mess, and he’d barely even touched me yet.

“You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you, baby?” I whimpered as he pushed my thighs apart enough to add a second finger. “You need me to take care of you, don’t you?” I nodded, biting my lip to hold back another moan as he pumped them inside of me.

“ Yes,” I finally agreed, riding his fingers, rocking my hips as he worked me higher and higher.

But right before I could climax, he stopped. Pulled them out, and licked them clean as he kept eye contact.

“Then be a good girl and get on your knees.” His voice was all command—deep and growly. It did something to me, the way I wanted to obey him. I loved it.

I let out a sharp exhale—and then I did exactly what he said, dropping to my knees in front of him.

He looked every bit the alpha male, lounging on his throne on my couch, shirt open and exposing the chest I wanted to trace every ridge of with my tongue.

Goddess, he was fit. And handsome. It should have been illegal to have a body that toned and still be the soft, caring man that I knew he was.

I rested my hands on his thighs as he pushed the straps off my shoulder, exposing my nipples to the air. He made an appreciative noise as he slid his hand underneath my chin.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me.” Barrett ran his finger over my lip, the rest of his hand supporting my jaw, keeping my eyes locked on his amber ones as I knelt between his spread legs.

I let out a soft moan as he pressed his thumb inside, closing my lips around it and sucking lightly. He groaned.

Sliding my hands up his thighs, I slowly dragged the zipper down his pants, freeing his hardened cock. My tongue swept across my lips, moistening them, before I dipped my head down, running my tongue over the head.

“ Yes,” he grunted as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, sliding my fingers down till I hit his knot. It was incredible, thinking about taking it. He was already so big, filling me up until all I could feel was him, that I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have his knot inside me.

“This is really going to fit inside of me?” I asked, pressing soft kisses down his length and over his knot.

It wasn’t even swelled yet, but I imagined it did its job—keeping everything inside of me—well.

He hadn’t come inside of me last time, and even though I knew it was irresponsible, I wanted him to.

I’d never gone without condoms with my previous partners, but now that I’d felt him bare inside of me, I wasn’t sure I could go back.

“We’ll work up to it,” he promised, rubbing his thumb—still coated in my saliva—all over my bottom lip.

I let my eyelashes flutter shut once again. “Okay,” I whispered. “I want to make you feel good.” Dipping my head back down, I ran my tongue around the crown, tracing the rim before taking the tip into my mouth, all while massaging his knot.

He groaned. “Baby. Oh, fuck, Eryne.”

Somehow, even though he had all the power, with me on my knees in front of him, I liked that he seemed content to let me explore at my own pace. He wasn’t forcing me to take him in deep—though I doubted I could, since he was massive—rather, just encouraging me as I figured out what drove him crazy.

Reaching my free hand between my thighs, I rubbed my clit before slipping a finger inside, moaning around his dick as I sucked him off.

Fuck, this was liberating . I’d never been so turned on going down on a guy before.

Though I’d never felt this same connection to anyone I’d dated before. Not like I did with Barrett. And even though I didn’t know how this thing would end, where it would take us, I wanted to explore this.

I kept up my pace, letting Barrett show me what he liked, soaking up every grunt and groan of his, knowing I was the one that was going to make him come.

He was hard as steel, and each pump of my hand down his shaft had him groaning.

I could tell he was holding back, his hips jerking every few seconds like he wanted to thrust into my throat, but he was letting me stay in control.

Barrett buried his fingers into my hair, gripping it as I alternated between sucking and running my tongue over the crown, coating his cock with my saliva as I kept pumping him with my hand.

I lapped up each drop of salty pre-cum as I thrust my fingers into my entrance, so wet I was coating my hand in my release.

I moaned around his cock as I got closer, knowing he was just as affected as I was.

He tightened his grip on me, breaths turning to pants. “I’m so close,” he moaned. “Please, baby. I don’t want to come down your throat.” Barrett let out a whimper as I doubled down my efforts, not stopping. Not yet. Not until he came. I wanted him to feel as good as he’d made me feel.

Without warning, he pulled me off a fraction of an inch before he came, coating my mouth and lips with his release.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head back against the couch as I swallowed, licking my lips, admiring the way the sticky liquid painted my chest.

“You can say that again,” I murmured, sitting back on my ankles and then climbing back onto the couch next to him. He cupped my jaw, roughly bringing our lips together, like he didn’t even care that I tasted like him.

He let out a grunt, scooping me up before carrying me towards my room.

“What are we doing?” I asked, tracing my finger through his chest hair.

“Now it’s my turn to taste you.”

And oh, how I liked the sound of that.