Page 35 of Pirate Witch

In a move so fast I never saw it coming, Nilsa catches her foot under my arm and flips us. The wet sand makes contact with my back as she rises over me like an avenging angel.

“Your teasing”—she growls, shoving my kilt up, gripping my cock and pressing me against her entrance—“is going to get you killed.”

She sinks down on me just as a huge wave splashes across her back, making her tense.

Before she can lose her nerve, I buck up into her. She gasps, distracted from her fear by the unique friction, and I groan as she squeezes my dick so hard it’s like I’m being strangled.

Nilsa’s hands find my chest and she uses my body to support herself as she takes her first few experimental grinds against me. Her nails scrape my pecs with each one, and her eyes fall closed as I grab her thighs and help her, sliding her up and down over my cock. Watching her breasts bounce with every drop of her body is hypnotic.

But my view is interrupted as she stops moving altogether. Nilsa’s grey-blue eyes focus on me speculatively, then flick over her shoulder to the ocean.

When they take on a determined glint, I wonder what she’s got planned.

She doesn’t leave me in suspense for long.

My mate twists on top of me, rotating on my cock until she’s facing my feet and the ocean. The dark spill of her hair falls back, but can’t quite cover the breathtaking view of her ass as it bounces up and down on my dick. I thought the view was perfect before, but this…

Watching her move over me as she stares down the ocean like she’s daring it to take this moment from her is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The tiny noises she makes when our hips meet and she’s impaled fully on my cock drive me closer and closer to the edge until I can’t hold back any longer.

I spill inside her as her muscles clench around me and she comes with a scream, dragging the last drops of cum from me. Beneath my palms, her thighs quiver, and I frown as one of the tattoos on her hip seems to glow slightly.

“What’s that?” I ask, stroking a thumb over it and almost cursing as she clenches on me in response.

“Contraception sigil,” she mumbles, collapsing back against my chest. “I don’t want to become a mother until I’m at least four hundred, if ever.”

I smile, trying to imagine our motley crew as parents and failing.

No, we’re nowhere near prepared for that. Nilsa might never be, and that’s fine with me.

“Okay.”

“It wouldn’t work,” she continues. “The girls would be witches. They’d need to grow up in a temple circle to control their magic, and I’m a Shadow. We can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stay in one city for that long.”

I take her chin in my fingers and turn her face so I can kiss her silent.

“You don’t have to justify your choice to me, little warrior. I’ll support whatever you decide.”

She kisses me back just as another wave washes across us both.

The tide is up to my armpits now, and I know she’s noticed because she never fully relaxes. It’s a big step, and I’m honestly surprised that she doesn’t immediately stand and move away from the water.

“I love you,” I whisper, kissing her hair.

“I love you too,” she replies, snuggling deeper into my arms. “I can’t believe…” she begins, then trails off, losing herself in thought.

A big part of me wants to make her finish her sentence. To understand what’s going on in my little warrior’s mind. It takes everything I’ve got to hold myself back.

“Come on,” I say, after several long minutes. “Let’s get you dry.”

My brave mate has faced enough of her fears today.

ChapterTwelve

NILSA

Klaus’s soft mood continues for the rest of the night. He carries me back to the palace and washes and dresses me with the same delicate attention that you’d give a piece of priceless spun glass. I let him. Partly because it feels nice, but mostly because I think it soothes something in him to do it.

Klaus might be too much of a warrior to be considered a good male siren, but he still has a softer, caring side too. It must be easy for him to slip into the role, given how he was responsible for Cassie. He certainly seems content as he braids my hair back out of my face.