Page 85 of Charmed, I'm Sure

I lean in close, voice rough and too honest. “I’ve only ever wanted you and will only ever want you.”

Her breath stutters, and then her hands are all over me—exploring, testing, nails digging into me. Milo is practically clawing at my insides, begging me to claim her, to make her ours. To sink our teeth into her creamy, white skin forever marking her. It would be so easy to give into my baser instincts, to let him take over. To feel her skin giveaway against my sharp canines as I claim her for everyone to see. This is more than our bond and the claim I’ll have over her, it’s all about this gorgeous woman and seeing our bite marring her silken skin.

But I force myself to stop wanting to ensure she’s okay, that she is ready, truly ready, for this. “Tell me if it’s too much. Tell me if you need to stop.” I don’t wait for her. Kissing down her jaw, along her throat, watching her skin pebble as I go. My fingers tremble as I try to memorize every inch of her.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she says as she tugs on my hair, pulling me back to her, swallowing my whimper as her lips crash against mine.

And just like that, every nerve in my body sings. I’m clumsy, overeager to taste her. Probably kissing her like a man drowning, desperate for oxygen. But she doesn’t push me away, instead she clings tighter. She whispers a soft praise that shreds the last of my control.

“Miles, be a good boy, and take me.”

I groan, completely wrecked. Every muscle in my body locks, torn between dropping to my knees to thank her and throwing her over my shoulder like a caveman to do exactly as she’s asked.

Thank you Moon Goddess, for giving me this impossible, beautiful creature—with all her sharp edges.

If this is fate’s leash, then go ahead and buckle the collar around my throat because I’ll do anything to hear her call me a good boy. I never imagined that would be my thing,but I’m here for it. Because Goddess help me, I’ll be her good boy forever.

Her command echoes around my skull, something I never thought she would say to me.Be a good boy and take me.

Every single cell in my body is zinging with electricity. My wolf is howling, demanding I obey this one command. He’s pleading with me, even offering to be quiet for a week. My hands shake as I cup her face in my palms. I kiss her as if she’s the only thing keeping me alive, my only reason for existing. And maybe she is because I can’t think of anything other than her.

Her legs shift, bracketing my hips, and suddenly all thoughts cease to exist when I’m pressed against her in a way I’ve only fantasized about. Heat sears through my jeans and directly to my dick that pulses in response.

“Bellamy,” I rasp. “Tell me what you want. Please, for the love of our Goddess, tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

Her smile could stop my heart as it spread across her face, her bright green eyes glowing. “Clothes off, puppy. Unless…I need to use magic to remove them.” Purple lightning cracks along her arm as she snaps her fingers.

My eyes widen, and I’m half tempted to try it out for the sake of research. She smirks and I almost believe she read my mind when she snaps her fingers again and my jeans disappear into thin air. As if they didn’t exist in the first place.

“Whoa! That’s a neat trick. What else can you do?” I might be losing the plot here, but magic is still so new to me, I can’t help it.

She laughs, the sound sinful and sultry as she falls to her knees in front of me. We should probably move to the room, but I won’t dare stop her or what we are doing to say anything.

“You’re hopeless,” she teases, scooting between my spread legs. They are trembling, my nervousness and excitement are bleeding out of me. I watch in rapt attention as she leans over them, moving up my body as I lean back. Goddess I can’t believe I’m here, but don’t wake me up if I’msleeping.

“So hopeless,” she purrs as she walks her fingers up my stomach. My muscles twitch with every touch.

“Yeah…well,” I manage, my throat squeezing as I watch her. “First time jitters and all that. Speaking of that, why aren’t you nervous? Shouldn’t you be?”

“Mm,” she hums as her finger swirls through the hair below my belly button. “I’m plenty nervous puppy, but I’m enjoying this too much to stop now. Watching you all needy and all mine might be my new favorite pass time. In the name of learning, let’s find out how much I enjoy it.”

I whimper, loudly as the blush spreads. I can’t even feel the shame of it anymore. There’s none left, just pure need.

She sits back on her heels, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress until the loud zip rings around the room. Her dress falls to her waist and I forget how to breathe. Pale skin with purple lines zig zagging across beneath it. Soft curves giving her a sweet, beautiful shape. All that dark magic, snark, and jagged edges pieced together to make the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.

Sitting up, my hands hover over the sea of bare skin in front of me. I’m so tempted to touch her, I want to feel her beneath my fingers. But a part of me is scared to touch it, to mar her unique skin with my touch.

“Goddess Bellamy,” I whisper. “You’re—” My throat locks, I can barely squeeze the words out. “You are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen. I’m the luckiest man alive. You’re everything I dreamed of and more.”

Her dusty-rose nipples tighten under my gaze. All thoughts vanish from my mind as I stare at them, trying to convince myself to touch them, but worried it’s too soon.

“Still fumbling?” she asks with a soft chuckle. Her head tilts, and I can’t help but wish I was as put together as she is.

“Always,” I say, my swallow audible enough that I duck my head.

She laughs, reaching towards me as if to guide me, but instead I gather the courage. Her laughter melts into a gaspas my fingers clamp down on her hardened nipple. Pressing down until she hisses. Moving away from her nipples, I glide my fingers around the curve of her breast. They aren’t large, nothing more than a b-cup, but to me they are perfect. Just like her.

My hands trace down her ribs, gripping her by the hip, I nudge her backwards. It’s my turn to have the confidence.