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Chapter

Thirteen

LOGAN

I ’d never laughed before as I made love to a woman, but there was a first time for everything. As slowly as my overexcited cock would allow, I pressed forward, stopping to breathe as the intense pleasure washed over me with every inch. “Are you okay?” I grunted as I fought to gain another inch.

“Are you all the way in yet?” she whined and shifted her hips, making me groan and close my eyes.

I didn’t even have to look. “Not yet.”

“What the fuck, Logan!”

My shoulders shook as I buried my face against her neck. Everything about the woman did it for me. Her humor, her fierceness, that she hid behind her charm. I raised my head and gazed down at her, smiling at her frowning face. “I’m going to push the rest of the way in. Are you ready?”

Her little growly, “No!” was accompanied by her widening her legs as she lifted them and wrapped her calves around my waist. “Just do it!”

Instead of plunging deep inside her like she expected me to, I leaned into her, taking her lips with a kiss. As we tangled our tongues together, she sighed into my mouth, her whole body relaxing under me. As she lifted her hands from the death grip she’d been holding onto my shoulders and tangled them in my hair, I gave her a silent apology.

With one final thrust of my hips, I seated myself fully inside of her. With our bodies pressed so close together, I would have sworn our hearts beat to the same rhythm. Bridgette only grunted as her eyes popped open. Instead of the accusatory glance I was expecting, she wore a look of wonder.

“Oh. I’m so full!” she breathed out against my lips.

“I’m going to move now.”

“Yes, please!”

“So polite,” I grinned, then couldn’t help but kiss her again as I slowly withdrew. Once I was almost entirely out of her snug channel, I plunged back inside until our hips were flush. “Again?” I asked her, my own voice sounding breathless. She nodded her head emphatically, shifting her hands back to my shoulders.

Without another word, I withdrew and paused only briefly before thrusting in hard. Then I did it again. And again. Slow withdrawals followed by slamming back inside. Over and over, I took her as we both lost our breaths. Her cries echoed around the room, mingling with my grunts.

“You’re mine, little witch. My mate. My woman. Mine! Say it!” I demanded. I didn’t know where the words were coming from. I had never felt so possessive over a woman before. But I knew that there was something very different about the one I held. My witch was my mate. But more than that, I knew without a doubt, she would be my everything. “Say you’re mine!”

“I’m yours! Oh, goddess. Logan!”

“That’s right. You’re mine, Bridgette. And I’m yours. Today.” I thrust hard. “Tomorrow.” I withdrew then slid my hand down to her ass to grip tight there as I slammed back into her. “Forever.”

“Yes!” Bridgette threw her head back on a scream, and I took advantage, sliding my tongue over her throat, tasting the sweat on her dewy skin. I licked over to her ear and bit down just hard enough to make it sting. “Now come for me, little witch.”

I pounded into her, feeling her walls flutter and clench around my aching cock. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. I released my hold on her ass, and slid my hand between our bodies until I found her clit. Holding it between my knuckles, I squeezed. “Come for me, now!”

Watching Bridgette fall apart while I ate her pussy was a beautiful sight, but watching her scream and writhe while coming on my pounding cock was fucking amazing. I hadn’t even come yet, and I couldn’t wait to see it again.

I threw my own head back as the base of my spine tingled, shooting sparks of electricity through my entire body as my cock swelled impossibly bigger. Then, finally, I allowed myself to release. As I felt jet after jet of come shoot out of my aching cock, I wished for the first time that I wasn’t using protection. The thought of filling Bridgette with my seed had another spurt leaving me.

Breathlessly, I collapsed, making sure I didn’t crush her smaller body, and rolled us until she was sprawled across my chest, her legs straddling my hips. Somehow, we were still joined, and I had the brief thought that I needed to take care of the condom, but as both of us gained our breaths back, our breathing returning to normal, we both fell asleep.

A quick movement jolted me awake, my hand immediately shooting out to my nightstand for the gun I always kept there. Coming up empty, I looked around the room in confusion, seeing bright colors on the walls and wondering why I had slept with the lights on. Bridgette scrambled out of my arms, making the whole night come back to me.

“What’s going on?” I asked, noting the alarmed expression. “What’s wrong?”

I sat up and watched as she snagged a long, silky robe off the back of her bedroom door and jumped off the bed. Reaching down, I grabbed my jeans with one hand and struggled into them while reaching for the pistol I kept in my jacket pocket. With a curse, I ripped the condom off that had leaked all over my dick. Without anywhere else to put it at the moment, I shoved it into my pocket and ran out the door.

Before I could make it down the stairs, Bridgette was already in the shop, flipping the lights on. I came to a sliding stop beside her, my gun at the ready. “What’s wrong? Where’s the danger?” I barked out, surveilling the room, immediately confused because nothing seemed out of the ordinary except her large black cat blinking at me with round yellow eyes from the top of the glass case where the cash register sat. It let out a long, loud meow that had me wincing.

Bridgette turned to look at me, then did a double take when she saw my weapon. “Where did that come from?”

I just looked at her. “Babe.”

She waved a hand in the air. “Never mind. My, I guess you would call it an internal alarm, went off and woke me up. It’s the wards. Something happened to make the wards activate.” She looked around again, then back up at me and shrugged one shoulder, causing her silky red robe to slide, revealing her creamy, smooth skin dotted with a few cinnamon colored freckles. It reminded me that I hadn’t done what I’d promised yet and licked every freckle on her body. I mentally shook my head so I could focus.

“So this internal alarm went off, waking you up, and you thought running into the shop barefoot and weaponless was a good idea?”

Bridegette narrowed her eyes at me, then held out a hand that suddenly held an orb of what looked like blue flames inside of it. “I’m never unarmed, Detective.” I could do nothing but grunt because she did have a point. The woman was likely more capable of protecting herself than I could ever be.

“Fine. But you have me now, so let me help you, okay?” I waited until she gave a grudging nod of agreement, then looked back around the store, taking in everything. Wait. “Is that a fairy hanging from the light fixture?”

I stared in what I imagine looked like dumbstruck confusion as a pink and purple fairy that I remembered glancing at the other day seemed to be gripping onto the metal pole of the chandelier type light that hung over Bridgette’s display of gemstones and rocks.

“What. The. Fuck.” I looked down at Bridgette, then back up at the fairy. “How did she get up there?”

“Flew, would be my guess,” she said nonchalantly as she reached over and picked the still yowling cat off the counter and walked him over to the cat tree in the corner before dropping him down with a scratch behind the ear. “Hush, Mortimer. I can barely hear myself think,” I chastised. “Sometimes the fairies like to pretend they are pole dancers and put on a show for the dragons. Most of the time, the dragons don’t care, though. They are only interested in finding all the best, shiniest stones to add to their collections. I hate having to take their hordes away from them, but if I let them, they’d keep them all, then I’d have nothing left to sell.”

I shook my head, wondering if I’d woken up in a new reality where inanimate objects could fly and apparently get into mischief. I started walking toward the front door to check the lock when a loud caw pierced the silence. I swung around, my gun back in place as I searched for the cause of the sound.

“Careful!” Bridgette scolded me as she walked past me and ran a hand over the door frame. “You’ll scare Frank.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Taking a deep breath, I counted to three before giving in and turning to my new mate. “Explain.”

“First, put your gun away. There’s no danger here, or I would have sensed it. I don’t know why the wards woke me up, but whatever it was, it’s over.”

With a frustrated growl, I lowered my pistol to my side. I wasn’t going to shove it into my jeans. That was a good way to shoot your cock off. I liked my cock. “Little witch…”

“Okay, okay. Keep your pants on.” She looked down at my jeans that were barely hanging on with just the zipper up and unbuttoned. She licked her lips. “Or maybe don’t?” She looked back up at me with a half smile and a hopeful gleam in her eyes. My cock twitched behind my zipper. Nope.

“Focus. What’s going on here, Bridgette? Your shop comes alive at night? Is this like that toy movie where when the humans leave the room they talk and shit?”

She laughed, then turned to face the majority of the shop. “Kinda in a way. Isn’t it amazing?”

I grunted. It actually was, but I still needed answers. “Okay, but how?”

“Well,” she began as she walked through, moving figurines back to their places on the shelves and occasionally wiping glitter off random items. “I’m a witch who owns a witchy shop. A little spark of my magic is imbued in most of the stuff you see. Since I believe in magic, it allows them to move, dance, play… get into mischief.” She turned to face the large glass window with the store’s name and logo painted on it. “No one can see it from the outside. Not unless they are magic users too. A demon might be able to see, if they are a magic wielding demon. But vampires can’t. At least, I don’t think so. I haven’t seen many vampires to ask them.”

“Wait,” I shook my head, then decided that talking about vampires and demons could wait for another time. “What happens when they are bought by someone? Do they move around the house when their new owner is sleeping?” My mind whirled at the possibilities.

Bridgette frowned, and her eyes turned sad. “No. Once they leave, my magic is withdrawn, and they become nothing but plaster and resin again. Unless someone with magic can imbue them, they are just objects. They aren’t really alive right now. I don’t know how to explain it, other than to say they are animated.”

“Fascinating,” I murmured as I looked around and caught a black skull grinning at me. “If you wanted to leave a spark of your magic inside, could you?”

She nodded with a small smile. “I could. But that would be irresponsible. Who knows what would happen? Though I have been telling my friend Shayla that she should take Mildred home with her.” She pointed at the black skull that clattered her teeth together in what I could only guess was its version of laughter. “They have a love/hate relationship.”

Together, we walked back toward the counter where the cat was once again meowing loudly and pacing back and forth, his tail twitching in agitation. Bridgette shook her head and walked past him instead of trying to place him back onto his tower.

“Honestly, I have no idea what has gotten into him lately. I wish Grandmother were here so she could ask him what’s up.” She flicked the switch, and the shop lights turned off, leaving only a few accent lights still softly glowing.

“Your grandmother can talk to cats?” After finding out about dancing fairies and hoarding dragons, I didn’t know why a lady who could talk to cats was the hardest to believe.

Bridgette laughed as we started walking back up the stairs. “Not all cats. Though that would be interesting, I’d think. And exhausting. No, Mortimer is her familiar, so they can communicate telepathically.”

“You don’t have a familiar?” She shook her head.

“No. I haven’t found mine yet. When a witch finds their familiar, they form a bond. Almost like a mate bond, I guess. The witch will give the familiar a spark of her magic, and in return, the familiar lives as long as the witch does. Their bond is unbreakable, and the loyalty to each other is truly remarkable.”

“Why didn’t your grandmother take her cat with her?”

“She wanted to. She even found a few cruises that would allow animals. But in the end, she couldn’t do that to Mortimer. Leaving him locked in a tiny cabin for months would have been torture for him.”

Bridgette took her robe off, leaving her in nothing but her lacy bra and freckles. I could see a few slight bruises on her skin where I’d been a little rough with her, and between her thighs was red where my stubble had irritated her skin. My dick grew instantly, knowing that I had claimed her by loving her body so thoroughly. I wanted to do it again and find all the places I’d missed. Starting with her breasts.

I tugged off my jeans and gave myself a long stroke with my fist. “Come here,” I growled before grabbing her hand and pulling her into me. As soon as her body crashed into mine, I lifted her by her thighs and grunted my approval when she immediately wrapped those strong legs around my waist.

I took her mouth with a hungry kiss and walked over to the bed, where I leaned over until her back was against the mattress. I reached under her back and unsnapped her bra before tugging it off her arms and tossing it away. “Finally,” I breathed and leaned back far enough that I could get a good view of her rosy tipped nipples. Without hesitation, I swooped down and took one breast in my mouth, sucking long and hard, careful not to hurt her, but showing her how good it could feel.

I felt my leaking cock at the entrance of her cunt, feeling how drenched she was as she let out gasps of pleasure. I switched to her other breast, not wanting to leave it lonely. I thrust against her wetness and groaned at how good it felt, and remembered at that moment that I didn’t have any more condoms with me.

“Fuck. I want inside you so bad it hurts.”

Her voice was raspy when she spoke. “Do it. I want you, too.”

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on her chest while taking deep, calming breaths. “I only brought one condom.” I couldn’t stop myself from giving another small thrust, feeling my aching cock slide through her folds.

“Maybe you could pull out?” She suggested a groan.

I’d never taken chances before. Not with anyone, but as I felt the heat of her cunt against my cock and opened my eyes to see the nipples I’d just sucked, darkened to an even redder shade of pink, I gave up.

Pulling back my hips as far as her tight grip on me would allow, I felt my cock make connection with her entrance. Then, without any further hesitation, I pressed forward. The feeling of being inside a woman without a single barrier between us was a type of magic all on its own.

I felt almost drunk on my little witch as I took her roughly again, pounding into her depths as if I could imprint my soul onto hers.

In the end, when she started screaming my name, it was nearly impossible to withdraw from her tight grip. It was certainly a close call as my cock hardened painfully and began to shoot just as I started to pull out and painted her belly as we again collapsed into each other and fell into an exhausted sleep.