Page 32 of Bewitchingly Hers (Witches of Pleasant Grove #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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N ow that the imminent danger had passed, I just wanted to spend time with my mate, to curl my body around her and wring orgasm after orgasm out of her body until she was crying for me.

Unfortunately, that hadn’t happened yet.

Ezra, Damien and I were all around the table, discussing how to keep the town safe now that it was open to any number of paranormal beings.

“I think I’ll stick around,” Ezra was saying, adjusting his sleeve.

Cassius’s dark eyes seemed to wander over to the couch. “I will as well. There’s a chance that there are still more nearby. It would be neglectful of me to ignore my duty again.”

I frowned. “But didn’t you just say?—”

He glared at me. Shrugging, I gave up on that. If he wanted to stay, who was I to stop him?

The witches hadn’t known what to make of Cassius’s being, and it was clear there was still so much they needed to know about other paranormal beings and this world they’d just opened themselves up to. Baby steps.

I wasn’t going anywhere. My job, being a hunter, meant I normally traveled, but I had more important things to keep safe here. My mate, and her family. This town that she loved.

And from Ezra and Cassius’s expressions, it was clear they felt the same. I didn’t pry, but I wondered if it had something to do with the two witches in the other room.

Maybe I’d been right, posturing that there were witches here who had never found their fated mate because the town was closed off. Maybe they’d find the same happiness Eryne and I had. Only time would tell.

Eryne’s eyes drifted shut again, and I stood up. “I should take her home,” I told the table. “It’s been a long day.” Most of the coven had already left, leaving Rina and Wendy curled up on the couch with Eryne, and Willow had gone to bed an hour ago after one too many yawns.

Even Zain had departed, saying he needed to return to his wife and their newborn twins.

I understood—I couldn’t imagine leaving my pups after becoming a new father.

Eryne and I hadn’t talked about having a family yet, but I hoped she wanted one.

I already couldn’t wait to get her pregnant, to see her grow round with our pups.

“That’s an understatement,” Damien said, gripping the back of his neck. “But I agree. My mate’s exhausted, and I want to hold her as she sleeps.”

I looked at all of them, feeling more grateful than I could ever put into words. “Thank you for helping me find my mate—for not hesitating to risk your own safety for hers. I’m forever in your debt.”

With that, I went and scooped up my sleeping mate, letting her rest her head on my shoulder as I carried her back to my car, buckling her in and driving us back to her cozy house.

As I stepped onto the porch, I marveled at the thought that in such a short time, this felt like my home, too.

That as long as she wished it, it would be our house, the place where we started our life together.

And every step felt monumental. Like the world was changing, rearranging itself beneath my feet to fit this new life we’d created together.

Eryne stirred in my arms before I crossed over the threshold, sleepily blinking up at me before her eyes lit up, a soft smile curling over her face. “Hi.”

“Hi, Sugar,” I said, taking another step. “We’re home.”

“Mmm.” She cuddled into my chest. “No place I’d rather be.”

I couldn’t agree more.

“Thank the moon,” I said, wrapping my arms around my mate’s waist from behind after she walked in the house, dropping her bag on the counter. “I finally have you all to myself again.”

“Barrett,” Eryne laughed. “I’ve only been gone for a few hours.” She had her weekly coven meeting with the girls today, and I’d pouted all morning when she had told me no boys allowed.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “It was a long few hours.” I’d never really appreciated the passage of time before, or how fast it seemed to move when all I wanted was to slow down and savor every moment.

It had been a week since we’d restored the town wards. A week since we’d officially been mated. A week since everything had settled for the better.

A week of officially being together. I was happy and content here, living with her, but I knew I had to have some serious conversations about the future before I could put down actual roots.

Plus, I needed to go home—to stop living out of my car and feeling like I was just living off of my mate.

Not that I minded her home, the bed that had become ours.

The promise of a lifetime together should have been enough, but I wanted more. Wanted a ring on her finger. Wanted everything .

Eryne hummed as I slowly swayed us back and forth in the kitchen, leaning her head back on my shoulder. She let her eyes drift shut.

“Come home with me,” I whispered against her ear, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “I want you to meet my family.”

She looked up at me, a soft smile on her lips. “Are you sure?”

“That I want them to meet my mate?” I said. “Absolutely positive. I want them to know the woman I’ve fallen in love with.” I kissed under her ear.

My mate blushed. “When?”

“Sometime next month, maybe?” It was only a week until Halloween, and I knew how excited she was for it. Plus, as much as I knew she would love fall in Walnut Ridge, winter was even more beautiful. Maybe I could take her to my family’s cabin up in the mountains when we visited.

I knew she’d like it up there, and I couldn’t wait to show her the place I’d grown up, just like she’d shown me around Pleasant Grove.

Her eyes fluttered. “Okay.” The word was a whisper.

“Okay?”

Eryne nodded. “Okay. I’d love to come home with you.”

“Good. Because I don’t want to be apart from you.” I nuzzled my face against her neck.

She giggled. “No one told me that becoming mated would make you a stage five clinger.”

I playfully rolled my eyes, though she wasn’t wrong. After almost losing her, it was hard to let her out of my sights. Part of me still couldn’t believe I’d almost lost her before I’d had a chance to tell her how I felt.

Eryne wiggled out of my arms, going to check on Nutmeg. The hedgehog was just happy to be around our witch, and I knew it comforted her to have her familiar even just sitting on her shoulder.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” She asked, setting Nutmeg back in her enclosure.

I licked my lips. “I have some ideas.”

“Oh?”

Nodding, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. Our bedroom. “I want to eat you.”

“Oh, the big bad wolf has me in his clutches, hm?” Eryne said, running her nails along my scalp.

I grinned. “That’s right. And I’m never going to let you go.” I set her down on the floor, slowly stripping every piece of clothing from her body before she did the same to me. Pressing a kiss to her mating bite, I let my hands wander down her body.

My mate climbed on the bed, scooting until her back rested against the pillows as she parted her thighs for me.

“Mmm.” I licked my lips. “Look at that perfect pussy, all spread out for me.”

She ran her fingers up her thighs, circling her clit. “Are you going to come have a taste, or just leave me to take care of myself?”

I groaned, watching her dip her fingers inside her entrance. “Fuck, baby. I want you to ride my face.”

Her lips formed a small o as I laid down on my back, helping guide her onto my mouth. Her thighs rested on either side of my head, but she was hovering above me, like she was hesitant to suffocate me. I didn’t care about that, though—I’d do anything for this woman.

“Sit,” I commanded her, gripping her thighs before pulling her down so all of her weight rested on me, every bit the alpha wolf who wanted to take care of my mate. “Let me taste that sweetness, sugar.”

The first taste of her on my tongue was always like heaven, and I moaned as I lapped at her entrance before burying my tongue inside her warm cunt, thrusting it inside of her as she rocked her hips against my face.

My fingers dug into her thighs, and each time she let out a cry, all it did was spur me on.

She was moving frantically, and I knew she was close when she whined my name as I feasted on her pussy.

Fuck , she was perfect, and all mine. I hummed against her clit as a flood of release coated my face, flattening my tongue over her entrance and drinking it all up as she rode out her orgasm.

Without warning, I lifted her up, moving her down my body and lining up my cock with her entrance before sinking inside of her.

“ Oh ,” she gasped, splaying her hand over her stomach, like she could feel where I was buried inside of her. “Fuck. Barrett.” Eryne tightened around me. “You feel so good.”

I pumped into her from below as she rocked her hips, bouncing on my cock as we both worked ourselves higher and higher.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I gripped them tight, helping her move up and down on my length before adjusting our positions and laying her on her back, allowing me to take over.

Blinded by lust, I couldn’t help but thrust with abandon, rutting inside of her.

“Baby, please,” she cried, dropping her head back. “I’m so…” She let out another moan. “I’m so sensitive.”

Reaching down to suck her nipple into my mouth, I circled it with my tongue, lavishing both sides with equal attention. My little vixen wrapped her arms around my back, digging into my skin with her freshly painted fingernails, and I cursed, feeling my knot inflating.

I pulled out before I could come, squeezing my dick as she practically panted watching me fisting my cock. “What do you want, mate?” I asked her as I slowly pumped my dick.

“Your knot.” She fluttered her eyelashes as she cupped her tits, biting her lip as she looked up at me. “Please.”

Humming, I positioned my head between her thighs and nipped at her skin. I wondered what it would be like to mark her here, too. To have my bite all over her body, some of them just for us.