Page 27 of Bewitchingly Hers (Witches of Pleasant Grove #3)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

eryne

B arrett walked outside with Ezra, and I turned back to Rina. “What was that?”

She frowned. “What?”

I didn’t think I was mistaken—something had happened between them. Some connection as soon as their eyes had met. “When you saw Barrett’s friend, you totally froze. What happened?”

Rina looked down at her deep purple fingernails, inspecting them like she was worried she’d cracked her manicure. “Nothing.”

Wendy gave her a pointed look. “Sabrina.”

She groaned, crumbling under the weight of her best friend’s stare.

“Ugh. I don’t even know where to begin.” Rina looked outside, where the two guys were now chatting.

“Look, I know I don’t talk a lot about my gift.

But I can see auras. On everyone . His aura is…

” She shivered. “I’ve never seen a color like that before. So… deep and angry. ”

My eyes widened. “You can? What does mine look like?”

“Green.” She turned to Wendy. “And yours is pink, before you ask. I’ll tell you more about it later. I just…” Rina looped her arms through both of ours. “Come on. Let’s get another drink. I need something to wash that feeling away.”

“Fine,” I started, “but I’m not finished with this conversation. We’re coming back to this eventually.”

She waived me off, ordering a round of shots when she got to the bar. After we all threw them back, we headed back to the dance floor.

The flood of alcohol running through my veins made everything brighter, more bubbly, and lighter. I let loose, swaying my hips back and forth to the beat of the music, only coming back to myself when I felt a warm body slide in behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“There’s my girl,” Barrett’s deep voice murmured against my ear. I instantly relaxed against him, leaning my head on his chest so I could look up at him.

My girl. Yeah, I was. I smiled.

“Hi,” I said, feeling cozy and content in his arms as he rocked me in time with the music.

“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 was very aware 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 he belonged there.

He watched me as I took him in—all of him.

Every last inch. Barrett was all muscle, six-foot-three and delicious, 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, to me.

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 something more.

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 him everywhere.

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 leaned forward, 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.

He grunted, as I started moving faster, combining the rocking motion with raising and lowering myself on his cock, riding it with abandon. I was lost in the pleasure, in all of the feelings that were taking over my body, desire and lust flooding through my veins and begging for more, more, more .

“I’ll give you more,” he promised.

I cried out as he timed his hip thrusts in time with mine, helping bounce me on his length. “Holy fuck,” I gasped, my orgasm already starting to crest inside of me. “ Barrett.”

Every single time I dropped back down on him, his knot pushed against my entrance.

I was so wet, my juices were dripping down his shaft.

His eyes were glued to the spot where his cock disappeared inside of me, fingers gripping my hips so hard I was pretty sure that I’d have marks tomorrow, and the entire scene was so erotic that I couldn’t hold my voice back.

“Ohmygods,” I sobbed as my climax hit me, wave after wave of pleasure bursting through my body as Barrett kept thrusting up into me and guiding my hips in a rocking motion.

“Knot me,” I begged him. “Please.”

He let out a guttural sound, his hand closing over the back of my neck and bringing my lips down to his. “Fuck,” he said against my lips. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, running my fingers up his chest as I kissed his neck, on the same spot he was obsessed with on me. “I want to feel all of you.”

Plus, after earlier, I was pretty sure there was no going back for either of us.

I was quickly growing addicted to the feeling of him filling me up, of knowing what it felt like to have his knot swelling inside of me.

He was as hard as steel, his tip pressed against the entrance to my womb, and each shallow hip thrust only seemed to nudge him in deeper.

“Come inside me,” I encouraged, tightening my muscles around his length. “Please.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded.

“I’m yours,” I promised. It surprised me how easily the words slipped out. How I didn’t even have to think about it. “I’m yours, Barrett.”

Barrett let out a grunt as he gave one last punishing thrust, and my eyes widened as I felt his knot pop into place, stretching me even further.

“ Oh,” I managed to squeak, feeling his warmth spill inside of me as he came. “Fuck. That feels—” I shut my eyes, letting all of the sensations crash over me. I was still overly sensitive from my orgasm earlier, but I couldn’t hold back, my body shaking as another one hit me.

“Eryne,” he moaned, clearly feeling the effects as my pussy spasmed around him.

“You’re so fucking perfect. So perfectly made for me.

Gods, you feel so good.” His hands cupped my ass, fingers digging into my soft skin, and I cried out again.

It felt like every part of my body was a nerve ending, coming to life with his exploratory touch as he filled me with his cum.

I cupped his face with my hands, pressing soft kisses to his neck, his face, the sides of his lips until he took control, capturing my mouth with his in a lazy kiss. The stretch from this position and his knot were almost too much for my body to handle, but I couldn’t stop now.

“Fuck,” Barrett said, letting out one last groan as he slumped back against the pillow. “You were…”

“Not bad yourself, Wolf-Man.”

He wrapped his arms around me, rolling us so we were both on our sides and stroked my face, pushing my hair off my damp forehead.

We’d worked up quite a sweat. I hummed, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his strong body wrapped around mine.

He’d always been like my personal space heater, but I definitely preferred cuddling with him like this, skin to skin, versus when he was a wolf.

“So, how long will we be…” I looked down between us, wiggling my hips with him still buried inside of me. “You know.”

He chuckled, kissing my forehead. “Maybe thirty minutes.”

“Mmm.” I laid my head on his chest, letting my eyes drift shut as he rubbed my back in soothing circles.

I must have fallen asleep, all warm and content, because I didn’t stir again until Barrett was tugging on his knot, like he was testing our connection. He rolled me over onto my back, letting my head rest on the pillow.

A rush of cum spilled out of me as he pulled his knot out, and his eyes darkened. Barrett scooped up his release and pushed it back inside of me, like he needed to make sure not a single drop escaped.

“B,” I groaned.

“That’s so hot,” he muttered, kissing my inner thigh.

Thank the gods I was on birth control, because I was pretty sure with that amount, I’d get pregnant no matter where I was in my cycle.

Before I could blink, Barrett scooped me into his arms, carrying me into my bathroom and turning on the shower, making sure it was warm before setting me down on the tile floor.

He carefully washed my body and hair, taking care to make sure he’d cleaned every spot before turning to the clean himself, letting the water rush over his face and chest. I watched, mesmerized as he ran his hands through his damp auburn hair, soap dripping off his chest hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, unable to keep my eyes off of him.

“I think that’s my line, sugar,” he said, his lip curling up in a smirk. He dropped a kiss to my lips before pulling me back under the shower spray, devouring my mouth.

We got out after the water ran cold, and he wrapped me up in one of my fluffy bath towels, insisting on drying me off before carrying me back to bed.

And then, curled up in his arms, our fingers interlaced, I could feel the drowsiness hitting me after he pressed his lips to my forehead. In his arms, because there was no place I’d rather be. A smile curled over my face, and I thought about what Willow had told me this morning.

I knew what I needed to do.

To figure out how to ask him to stay.

Because I didn’t want to give him up. Didn’t want to live in a world where he found a different mate, where I had to live with the idea of knowing he wasn’t mine.

After tonight, I sure as hell felt like I was his.