Page 87 of Charmed, I'm Sure

“Oh,” she gasps when I push the tip into her.

Her legs come up and bracket me in front of her. There’s nowhere for me to go but forward, something she’s making more obvious as she pushes my ass with her ankles. I push forward, slow and careful, until her heat surrounds me.

She pulls me in so tight I swear I can see stars dancing in my vision. Her walls pulse around me and even with my lack of experience, I know we won’t last long.

“Bellamy,” I choke out. “Fuck. You feel amazing wrapped around me. You feel like you were made for me.”

I don’t dare move, waiting for her to adjust to the fullness. For me to grab my bearings, or at least attempt to.

“Good boy, now move. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

And when I finally thrust forward, her heat wrapping me in velvet fire, my wolf claws his way free. My fangs drop as I sink them into the curve of her shoulder, claiming her inevery way I can.

Her cry rips through the room, filled with pleasure, shock, and magic. The purple haze explodes outward, lightning cracking around the room. It sears into my skin, branding my chest in a glowing purple mark. I howl in pain and pleasure as it washes over me. When the haze clears, I glance down to see it. A small crescent moon and a scattering of stars etched right over my heart. It’s as if her magic claimed me the same way I claimed her.

She pants beneath me, equally in awe and shock of the mark on my chest. “Looks like you truly are my moon and stars now.”

Between the sight of her naked body laid out in front of me, the feel of her wrapped around my cock, and now the bond burning between us–I’m completely lost in everything Bellamy.

She whispers, voice trembling but certain. “Miles, please move. I can’t wait any longer.”

And as I obey her command, lost in her very essence, I know one thing for certain.

We’ll never survive each other.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The Puppy Collar

Miles

The first thing I notice when my eyes finally crack open, besides Bellamy peacefully sleeping on my chest as if it’s her personal pillow, is that my skin is still glowing where she marked me last night.

The crescent moon and stars shimmer faintly over my heart, twinkling like the stars themselves. The mark has a rhythm similar to her heartbeat, almost like a beacon announcing to the world: yep, he’s claimed and he’s mine.

“Bellamy.” I nudge her, waking her from her slumber. “Your mark is still glowing. Should I be concerned?”

Her eyes blink open as she squints and groans. She lifts herself up on her elbow, really looking at it as her eyes widen. The purple shimmer reflects in her eyes as it seems to flash faster. “Oh no.”

“Oh no? What do you mean, ‘Oh no’?” I ask, panic rising. “Is that ‘oh no’ we should go see someone or ‘oh no’ like I’m dying?”

She rubs her temples. “It’s…neither? I mean, yes, we should go talk to my coven leader, but you aren’t dying. At least I don’t think you are.”

“You aren’t reassuring me at all.”

She puts her hands on my shoulders, her eyes flicking between mine. “Miles, I’m going to need you to breathe. It’s going to be fine. I’ve just never seen a magical marking likethis before. I’m more concerned about what the gossip mill will spread than what will happen to you. Breathe for me, big guy. We will go see Mabel and see if she knows anything about it.” She claps my chest a few times before climbing out of the bed.

“Fuck,” she grumbles before she rushes towards the bedroom window. “Get out of here.”

I glance over and see one of the crows look right at me before flying off. I swear it winked before chanting,“The puppy has a collar! The puppy has a collar!”

Groaning, I rub my hand down my face as Bellamy stomps across her room before flinging open the bedroom door. Oh boy, I fear there might be another crow incident today if I don’t slow her down.

I damn near fall in my horrible attempt to scramble out of the bed. The top sheet tangles around my ankle, my shirt’s lying on the floor exactly where I step down, and before I break my neck, I thankfully get my feet underneath me.

I’ve never been more thankful that I sleep in joggers than I am right now as I chase after my angry witch. Jogging through my cabin, I catch her right as her hand clasps around the doorknob of my front door.

“Wait,” I gasp out.