Page 33 of Bewitchingly Hers (Witches of Pleasant Grove #3)

Her eyes were heated as I looked up at her, licking and sucking everywhere except where she wanted it.

Finally, when neither of us could take it any longer, I dragged my tongue through her entrance once more.

“I need another one,” I told her. “Let me feel you come on my fingers.” I pushed one, then a second, finger in her entrance, her wet cunt clinging to me, sucking me in.

“I can’t,” she cried, shaking her head as I crooked them inside of her, massaging her insides gently. “I can’t come again.”

“You can,” I said, circling her clit with my tongue as I pressed on top of her stomach with one hand, my fingers pumping inside of her. “You can give it to me.”

She whimpered.

“Be a good girl and I’ll give you my knot,” I told her, blowing on her clit before sucking on it again. “I just need you to come for me one more time first. Get all messy for me, sugar.”

I kept up my ministrations, fucking her with my fingers as I circled that sensitive bundle of nerves with my tongue over and over, keeping one hand pressed over her womb. With gentle pressure, I built her up higher and higher, her breathy noises turning into cries.

“ Ohmygods ,” she let out. “Fuck. Barrett.”

I just kept licking her through it, tasting her orgasm on my tongue, watching the expression on her face as she let go.

She collapsed on the bed, chest heaving as she came down from the high.

Sitting up, I pulled my fingers out of her, wrapping my hand around my dick to coat my skin in her release.

I hoped sex between us would never stop being this explosive.

That I’d never stop having this desperate need to be inside of her, this overwhelming desire to knot her, over and over.

“Roll over,” I told her.

“Hm?” She asked, blinking up at me with those pretty blue eyes, .

I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it back off my forehead. “I’m going to knot you now, just like I promised, baby.”

Grabbing her ankle, I spun her around, giving me that perfect view of her backside.

Eryne laid her head against the bed, her ass high in the air, arching her back. I coated my cock in her slick before plunging into her again, slamming to the hilt.

She was so wet that every thrust inside of her I could hear it, her arousal dripping out of her pussy.

It was rough and messy and perfect.

“Going to fill you up, my mate,” I promised, squeezing her ass as I snapped my hips against her. “Need to keep you so full of my cum that it keeps dripping out of you. To keep you bred until you’re all round and carrying our child.”

Eryne let out a moan.

“Do you want that, sugar?”

“ Yes,” she cried. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”

I let out a grunt. “Fuck.” I pushed my knot into place, spilling my cum inside of her, feeling her come another time from the sudden intrusion of my hard knot as it continued to swell. We were connected so intimately, and I couldn’t stop, not until I’d poured every last drop into her womb.

Yes, my wolf agreed. Breed our pretty little mate.

Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to her back.

When we finally collapsed against the bed, breathing rough and spent, I gathered her up into my arms, her back pressed against my front, my knot still buried deep inside of her.

Splaying my fingers across her stomach, I imagined what it would be like to watch her swell with our child.

The idea made me half feral, and yet I couldn’t

“Did you really mean that?” Eryne whispered, interlacing the fingers of our free hands.

“Hm?” I kissed her neck, pressing my teeth over my mark.

“About getting me pregnant.” She turned her head to look at me.

I could feel the warmth creeping up my neck and ears. “Well—yeah. But only if you want that.”

She smiled, and the expression warmed my insides. “I love you, you know that, Wolf-Man.”

I nodded. “Of course I do.”

“Even if I hadn’t been your mate, I would have wanted a future with you. A life. A family.” She wiggled around my knot. “I’m on birth control, but whenever it happens… I want to have your babies.”

I hummed, banding both of my arms around her abdomen and holding her even tighter. “Maybe we should get married first.”

Eryne laughed softly. “Maybe we start with meeting your family, and then we go from there.”

“This doesn’t count as a proposal, by the way,” I told her.

“I’m already your mate,” she murmured, eyelids growing heavy. I yawned, feeling sleep coming on. My knot was still firmly lodged inside of her, and showed no signs of softening any time soon. “Everything else is just a bonus.”

“I love you, Eryne,” I said against her ear. “My little healer. You’re the best thing that ever could have happened to me, sugar. And I’ll never take that for granted. Not for one single moment. You have me totally bewitched, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We fell asleep just like that—wrapped up in each other, dreaming of a future that felt more in reach than ever.

“Where are we going?” I asked as Eryne pulled me along behind her. At least this way, I could appreciate the view. She’d pulled on a burnt orange sweater dress with thick black tights and my favorite heeled boots of hers, as well as a pair of pumpkin pie earrings.

She grinned back at me. “You’ll see.”

I knew how much she loved showing me around her town, so I didn’t ask too many questions. Fall in Pleasant Grove was… intense. I knew that more than ever after being here for the last months.

When we finally arrived at our destination—the pumpkin patch—I had a hard time not laughing. There was a tan banner hanging up overhead painted with pumpkins that read Pleasant Grove’s 250 th Annual Pumpkin Festival.

“That’s a lot of years of pumpkins, Sugar.”

She hummed in response.

The pumpkin patch to my right was massive—housing thousands of pumpkins of all shapes, sizes and colors, and, I had to admit—was the perfect setting for a pumpkin themed event.

“The market has all sorts of different pumpkin foods to try. Anything you can think of, someone’s made from pumpkin.

There’s a corn maze, too. And once it’s dark, there’s a dance in the barn.

” Her eyes sparkled. “They hang up all these lights and couples slow dance, and it’s so romantic. ” Eryne let out a sigh.

I tugged her to my side. “I can’t wait to see all of it, baby.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Where do you want to start?”

She bit her lip. “Well, honestly… This is my first year in a while enjoying the event. My ex didn’t really enjoy it, and the Witches’ Brew normally has a booth, so I’ve worked the last few.

I decided that we’d take this year off, though.

I couldn’t imagine doing it without Willow and Luna, and with their pregnancies…

” Eryne shrugged. “So, really, it’s a first for both of us.

” She turned to look at me, and I tugged on a strand of copper hair.

“Well, we still need to get our pumpkins,” I whispered in her ear. “We haven’t carved any yet.” They’d be our first of many, together. Just like today would be our first of many trips to the pumpkin festival. I didn’t have to be a witch or a seer to know that.

She looked up at me, beaming, and I knew it was the right thing to say.

Hand in hand, we headed towards the patch, determined to find the perfect pumpkins.

And I knew later tonight, we’d slow dance in that barn until the moon was gone from the sky and the stars twinkled above us, until I took her home, carrying her sleeping form into bed.

Then, I’d pull the love of my life into my body and whisper sweet nothings of love and adoration into her ears until we both fell asleep.

Eryne looked back at me, catching the sweetest smile on my face. “What?” She asked.

I grinned. “Nothing.”

I love you, I told her through our bond. That thread between us was shimmering gold, brighter and thicker than ever.

Her answering feeling of love, warmth, and acceptance was all I needed.

For now—and the rest of our lives.