Page 26 of Cursed by the Love Witch (A Monstrous Holiday #2)

EPILOGUE

BAEL - FIVE YEARS LATER

T he bell rings as I give out twenty pages of reading and two at-home spell kits to be completed over the weekend.

Some of my peers have claimed I’ve lost my edge over the years, but never with take-home spellwork. The students rush out quickly as I remove the papers from my desk. I nearly sigh with relief at the day being over. Each hour seems to drag on for an eternity when I’m away from her—especially when I know this is her free period.

I glance into the mirror at the far end of the room. The graying hair at my temples and the faint wrinkles around my eyes are new. I remained unchanged for many years. Now, each day brings something different. I’m grateful for these changes, especially when Darcee told me the gray hair makes me look even sexier.

Darcee. My love, my mate, my wife—all of this is only possible because of her. We married four years ago under a new moon. It was a small ceremony with only Saege, Raen, her best friend Prue, and Prue’s fiancé Zander in attendance. She was a vision in her white dress—the white lacy undergarments she had on beneath it were even more delicious.

As if my thoughts had summoned her, I see her part through the crowd of my departing students. They whisper their hello’s to Mistress Fangborne before the last one trickles out. Her black pointed hat sits atop her curly pink head. A cloak drags on the floor behind her, and her heels click on the stone floor. Black gloves cover her tiny hands, and magenta eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks at me.

It didn’t take long for her to realize the apothecary was more work than it was worth. After our first night together, she took Saege up on her offer to teach. When she’s not teaching students love magic here at Axwyne, she works as a freelance love witch in her own store that I bought for her as our first anniversary present.

Speaking of presents, it’s no mystery why all my students were rushing to get out of here. It’s Lupercalia—a festival of love and devotion. Darcee and I have already been celebrating. She gifted me a new cauldron and fresh spell candles while I gave her the largest tower of rose quartz I could find. We made love until we had to get ready for the day.

A party is being held on the grounds tonight, but I have a more intimate evening planned with just my wife.

My wife—who’s standing a few steps away from my desk, looking very coy. A delicate flush breaks out across her cheeks. She catches my eye before shyly looking away. I smirk knowingly.

“Professor Fangborne,” she sighs, batting her pink eyelashes at me.

The blood roars in my veins, and my cock hardens instantly. She wants to play my wicked little witch. I morph my features into a steely mask of disapproval.

“Miss Thistle,” I say, watching her pupils dilate.

“I know my grade in your class isn’t up to standard.”

I shake my head. “You haven’t been applying yourself nearly enough, young lady.”

White teeth sink into her lip. Contrition spreads over her lovely face.

“I’m doing my best, professor, I swear.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean against the front of my desk.

“Perhaps you require extra tutoring.”

Her eyes widen, and fresh color swims in her cheeks.

“Would—would you be so kind as to help me?”

I nod once, itching to grab her.

“As your professor, I want to see you do your best.” I narrow my eyes. “You have a lot of work to do, and it won’t be easy.”

Darcee smiles and walks closer to me. The sweet scent of lilacs invades my nostrils.

“I have a lot of experience with hard things,” she whispers.

Swallowing my groan, I lean closer to her.

“Is that so?”

She nods, her gloved hand falling to the bulge in my pants. Giving it a rough squeeze, she looks up at me from under her lashes.

“Maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement.”

“What did you have in mind?”

She squeezes me again before untying her cloak. It flutters to the floor, and my mouth goes dry. Black leather boots end at her knees, revealing a long section of ivory thigh. Her pleated black skirt barely covers her ass. The square neckline of her top highlights the swells of her breasts.

Her grin is wicked as she licks her lips.

“Something like this.”

With fluid grace, my wife falls to her knees before me. I wave my hand, and the door to the room deadbolts. Darcee unzips me and frees my straining cock. A drop of come is already lingering at the tip. My wife moans, rubbing her lithe thighs together.

“Professor,” she sighs. “I had no idea you were so— so big.”

Tentatively, she runs her tongue along the side of my cock. My hands fall to the desk behind me, my knuckles turning white as she tastes me again. Wrinkling her adorable nose, she pouts up at me.

“I don’t think you’ll fit in my mouth.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Her face turns thoughtful.

“Well, I guess I could try. I want to please you, Professor Fangborne.”

“Good girl,” I snarl.

Darcee opens her mouth slowly as if she hasn’t wrapped those perfect lips of hers around my cock hundreds of times. She closes them around the head, running her tongue over my slit. Moaning against my hardness, her eyes pop open.

“You taste so good.” She smiles confidently. “I think I can do it.”

“I knew you could.”

Her soft lips skim up the side of my length before she opens wide. Saliva dribbles down my shaft as she takes me deeper into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Her gloved hands work me in tandem with her mouth, pumping me just right. Pleasure races down my spine.

Darcee’s other hand drops down to cup me. Spit coats her lips and chin as she continues to suck me. She takes me impossibly deep. The tightness of her throat makes my head spin. Coughing, she slides me out of her mouth as tears roll down her cheeks.

“Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes,” I snarl. “I see a passing grade in your future.”

She gives a proud little shake before resuming her task. Alternating between licking and sucking, my release dances dangerously close. My muscles begin to tighten as she works me over with the broad side of her tongue. I don’t want to spill into her mouth—not right now.

I pull her off my length, and she pouts.

“Professor—”

I cup her under her arms and toss her face down over my desk. My hands find the zipper to her skirt, and I pull it down. It flutters to her feet, and she kicks it off. I run my hands over the smooth cheeks of her ass before snapping the lacy thong she wears. Darcee gasps, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“I need to be inside you, Miss Thistle. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Her pink cunt is dripping with arousal.

“Yes, High Warlock,” she replies primly.

Bending down, I lick up her slit, desperate for a taste. The musky sweetness of her come sets my skin on fire. Gripping my aching cock, I line it up with her little pussy and fill her with one powerful thrust. Darcee moans, the silken grip of her cunt too intense for words. I power into her again as her hands clutch the desk's surface.

“Bael,” she cries, our game evaporating in an instant. “Fuck me.”

Lifting her leg, I prop it up on the desk beside her—allowing me to go deeper inside my wife’s wet depths. Gods, she is beyond compare. Our souls are tied together, and our hearts beat as one. I’ve never felt more whole than when I’m inside Darcee.

Her mewls of pleasure spur me to fuck her hard. My cock drags along that hidden spot inside of her that makes her go wild. I reach under her hip and find her greedy clit. I give the bundle of nerves a few tight circles with my finger. Darcee begins to tighten on me, her words becoming incoherent. My grip on her hip never loosens as I fuck her mercilessly.

“I’m coming!” she wails.

The deliciously tight grip of her pussy forces my climax. I slam into the globes of her ass and empty myself. My seed fills her. I watch her twitch atop my desk with aftershocks of pleasure. Pulling out, her leg slides to the floor, and I watch our mingling come dripping down her thighs.

Reaching for a discarded rag on my desk, I quickly clean her up and help her back into her skirt. She turns in my arms, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Happy Lupercalia,” she says. “We should fuck in here more often.”

I chuckle and secure her cloak around her shoulders.

“Does sneaking around remind you of when we were first together?”

Darcee grins.

“I love playing that game with you. Nothing turns me on like when you're my disapproving, grumpy professor.”

I kiss my beautiful wife before taking her hand in mine. Leading her from the classroom, we pass through the courtyard. Mistress Saege and Head Mistress Raen wave at us. A few students stop us as we pass, asking for help with various assignments. The bonfires are all burning high as we make it through the clearing. We journey back to my cottage every night, but this evening feels different.

The moon glows brightly up ahead. Something dances in the air. Each time I look at Darcee, her smile is a little more secretive than usual. Once we stomp up the front steps of the cottage, we both shed our cloaks and bags. I drag her into my arms again, relieving her of her hat and running my fingers through her soft curls.

She giggles, her hands curling into my chest.

“Do you want your real Lupercalia gift now?”

“You’ve already given me more than enough today. Just like you do every day. You are everything to me.”

I kiss her lips, and when I pull back, I see tears gleaming in her eyes.

“Even as a love witch, the depth of our love still seems impossible.”

Laughing, I kiss her brow before walking towards the kitchen.

“Do you want some wine?” I call.

There is a pause before she answers.

“I can’t.”

Can’t? What does that mean?

It all clicks at once. My hands begin to tremble, and the blood rushes in my ears. I walk slowly back out to the den. Darcee is there—glowing in a way I hadn’t noticed before. Tears glide down her cheeks as she lets out a watery laugh.

“You—you’re?—”

“I’m pregnant, Bael.”

A howl echoes from my chest as I rush towards her. I take her in my arms, twirling her around in a circle. We decided to start a family a few months ago. It’s been more challenging than I thought for her to fall pregnant, and it isn’t for a lack of trying. I can’t keep my hands off of her. Saege had been giving her some fertility brews to help.

It would seem they’ve worked.

“Pregnant,” I repeat. “A baby.”

“Are you happy?” she asks.

“More than I ever thought possible.” My eyes scan the room, a new sense of fear threatening to sour this wonderful news. “This cottage is not fit for a child. Nor is the Bog . We’ll have to move. Yes, we’ll?—”

Darcee silences me with a kiss. Her lips are soft on mine as she brings me back to my body.

“We don’t need to do anything right now.” Taking my hand, she leads me up to our bed. “It’s Lupercalia—I’m a love witch, so this is my favorite day of the year. I want to spend the rest of it in bed with my mate.”

Kissing her again, I nod.

Together, we shed our clothes until we are facing each other naked. My hand falls to her flat stomach, which will be growing soon. What will our child look like? Will it be male or female? It hardly matters to me as long as they and Darcee are healthy.

My heart is so full I could burst. Scooping her in my arms, she giggles as I deposit her in the center of the bed. I crawl between her spread thighs, the scent of her arousal already teasing my madness.

“I love you, Darcee.”

“I love you, too,” she says. Her small hand pumps my cock. “Now make love to me.”

Sliding into her, I can already feel her body on edge. I retreat my hips only to thrust in again deeper. Her legs slide further apart, welcoming me as she always does. My lips find hers, and swallow each of her delicious moans. This is how things will always be between us—perfect and all-consuming.

With each thrust into her, the bond between us solidifies. Our love is more powerful than any love potion.