Page 22 of Spellbound & Speechless (Witches of Starbrook #2)

Mac

My thoughts fade into nothing as I kiss my way down her body, biting any inch of flesh my lips touch. I need to mark her as mine. My teeth dig into her hips, and my eyes sparkle. I’m infatuated with the squeal she lets out under each bite.

Marks already litter her neck, purple bruises I know she can cover with a potion. I don’t want her to—at least, the wolf in me doesn’t. I want the world to know she’s mine. By the end of the night, she’ll smell like me. She’ll belong to me.

I want her to.

She’s already come under my tongue multiple times, enough that I’ve lost count, and I don’t intend to stop until she tells me to.

My mate… my mate…

Tonight, my wolf and I are one. The full moon bridges the gap between us. Aspen can’t understand that. I worry she doesn’t know what she’s asking for when she begs me to fuck her, no matter how many times she insists that she does .

She’s soft, sweet, and always pristine. My touch will only taint her, but how can I deny it when she’s begging for me? And, gods, how badly I want to give in. I’m the only thing holding myself back, and I’m not strong enough anymore.

My tongue laps against her core, and I relish in the sound she makes and how she twitches beneath me. Her hips grind into my face, and I use my strength to pin her down, my claws lightly digging into her flesh.

“Yes!” she cries, causing my eyes to roll to the ceiling.

As delicate as she may be, she’s begging me to fuck her like she isn’t. My wolf is happy to oblige.

I could smell her arousal the second I entered the room, and I can still smell it now. It’s heady, sweet, and all-encompassing. It’s more than the taste of good pussy—it’s the flavor of my mate, and every drop is for me. Only for me.

I slide my long tongue into her hole, desperate to collect more of her arousal, as my thumb dances circles on her clit.

Aspen is already a quivering mess beneath me. How long has it been since she’s been touched, licked, and fucked? Too long. She should get to feel like this forever. How could I keep pleasure from her, a goddess of love, for this long?

Comparing her to a goddess is blasphemy, and I know it, but there’s no other way to see her when her blonde hair splays among the sheets. She looks down at me through heavy lids, and I know she’s fucking divine.

“Need more.” I lick her clit. “Every drop. I want you dripping before I drive my cock into you.”

What comes from her is wordless pleasure, and it’s all for me. With careful effort, I retract my claws and slide two fingers deep into her warm, wet cunt. The thought of her, of this sensation, wrapping around my cock draws a low whimper from me.

“Need you.” I nuzzle my face against her throbbing, sensitive pussy.

“Take me.” Her eyes lock with mine. “I’m ready. Please.”

“You’re not ready.” I curl my fingers into her, trying to find every spot that makes her squirm and cry. To know the body of my mate is a sacred thing, and even if it’s for one night, I won’t take it for granted. “You need to give me one more. Please. Come one more time.”

“Goddess.” She shakes her head and writhes beneath me, her legs spreading wider. “I can’t.”

“You can.” I thrust my fingers into her, stroking her inner walls. “You fucking better. Unless you want me to stop?”

“No!” Her fingers curl into my hair, and she presses down, forcing my face into her soaking cunt.

My retort is muffled against her heat, but my words don’t matter. Not anymore. It’s my duty to make her feel like this, to show her every edge and how to fall off it. It’s not a duty I take lightly, my lips wrapping around her clit as my fingers curl into her.

“Mac! I’m going to?—”

My name sounds perfect on her tongue.

“Gods!” she cries.

“That’s right,” I mumble. “Let your gods hear you come.”

For a moment, I can feel her. It’s our mating bond, threatening to snap into place. For the first time, I don’t care, sucking her harder, thrusting my fingers faster.

Her pleasure is mine, and I feel the pressure in her abdomen like it’s in my own .

“Mac! Mac, I’m going to?—”

The screams and squeals are another warning, but I ignore them. Arousal gushes from her pussy, wetting my face. Her body shakes and twitches. I groan, slumping against her, my fingers still in her tight cunt.

“I’m so sorry!” Her cheeks flush a darker shade of red. “I’ve never… I didn’t know I could do that.”

I sit up and remove my fingers, ripping off my newly damp shirt. “Never… and I mean never , apologize for your pleasure.”

“But—”

I hold her jaw in my powerful hand. “You gave me everything I wanted. Everything.”

“Everything?” She pushes into me, soaking my sweatpants in her cum as she grinds against my needy cock.

I hiss, closing my eyes. “Aspen…”

Is she ready for more? Is she prepared for me? Her cunt is soaked with her squirt, and I want to fill it— need to fill her.

“Please?” She pushes my pants down, finally freeing my cock, only to wrap her delicate hand around it.

“Careful,” I murmur. “One touch from you is enough to push me over.”

I need to fuck her. I can’t rest until I know what she feels like pulsing around me, until her sweet heat is taking me in. Aspen is perfect. She’s made for me. I need to feel her. It’s dangerous, but if she wants it, I’ll give her what she asks. Just once. One time is all we need.

She smiles slyly. “You’re giving me too much power.”

“Good.” I press my forehead to hers and grind my cock against her wet heat. “You are powerful. Don’t fucking forget it.”

Anyone who can push me to this—seconds from going feral, and giving into carnal desires I usually avoid—holds power. She has power, and on some level, I think she already knows. She must know she glows with the light of Aphrodite herself, pink hues floating around her as if she’s at home in them.

Being with Aspen makes me feel like I’m on a cloud. How could I ever get enough of her taste and how she feels?

She’s the one who guides me to her entrance, a reminder that the power is all in her hands, no matter how much she asks me to overpower her. No matter how hard she wants it or the marks she lets me put on her body, she is the one in control.

I’m happy to give it to her.

My tip presses against her entrance, and I let out a whine, a whimper, my need becoming all too apparent.

She gasps as I sink into her, only giving her an inch.

“C’mon.” She runs her fingers through my curls. “I know you have more than that. You must.”

I narrow my eyes and push in, giving her more. “Don’t taunt me.”

“Or what? What will you do?”

I push my hips hard enough to draw out a tiny gasp.

“You’re just asking for a punishment, aren’t you?” A smile curls on my lips.

“I’m asking you to fuck me. Don’t hold back.”

I pull out, only to sink into her again, harder this time.

“Yes!” she cries.

“Don’t test me. You don’t know what I want to do to you.” I repeat the motion, pulling out and thrusting in. “How hard I want to fuck you. How I want to make you lose your mind and”—thrust—“find me. Find us .”

“Mac… I’m so full… too full…”

I lean in to brush my lips against her ear. “That’s not everything I have, little love witch. Do you want to keep taunting me?”

A gasp falls from her lips, and she shakes her head uselessly. “Mac… I don’t think it can fit…”

I chuckle and push in, giving her more. “We’ll make it fit.”

We’re mates. She’s a perfect fit for me, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Her eyes roll back as I rotate my hips, letting her feel me all around.

“Yes!” Her legs spread wider, accepting everything I give her.

“That’s my good girl.” I kiss the side of her neck. “You feel perfect around my cock just like this, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”

She nods wordlessly, her nails digging into my back. She’s marking me as hers now, and I chase the feeling.

Hers… hers… let me belong to her.

I pull out and drive in again, giving her more, and then I come to a stop, letting her adjust to my length. My hips move slowly, rocking back and forth, and I slide in again. She lets out a scream, one I should encourage her to hold back, but I can’t.

I need this as much as she does. I need more. More of her pleasure, more of our connection, more of this.

How much longer I can last, I can’t say. I’m moments from filling her with my seed. The thought alone could push me over the edge. My mate. I’m going to spill inside my mate—if she allows it.

I press my forehead to hers and thrust into her slowly. “Look at me, Aspen. Be a good girl. Do what I say.”

She forces her eyes open and locks onto me with intensity. Pleasure. It flows between us through the mating bond, and I need to know if she feels it, too. Can she feel how perfectly she wraps around me? How fucking her once can awaken my spirit in a way it’s never been?

I’ve been asleep for so long, for my entire life, and tasting her once is changing me from the inside out.

“Let go.” She brushes her lips against mine. “Fuck me. Fill me. Make me yours.”

The restraint I’ve been holding on to snaps in two, and my hips thrust into hers hard enough to make her words fade away. Her eyes widen. She holds on to me, digging her nails hard enough to draw blood. Pain and pleasure mingle.

My hand moves to her thigh, hitching her leg up as I drive into her again and again. My growls are feral as the wolf takes over, my eyes flashing red. The room blazes along with me.

“Mine,” I grunt. “You’re going to come again. Take my seed. You’re going to take it all like a good fucking girl. I want that pussy clenching around me, taking everything I have. Do you hear me?”

“Yes!”

We shatter together, and I spill into her, as promised, my hips never pausing until she goes limp. I’ve given her everything. My mate . My mate is full of my seed. I could nearly get hard again at the thought.

I slip out of her pussy, and watch my cum drip from her sore hole.

“All stretched out for me.” I push my fingers in, whimpering at how easy it is. She’s filled with my cum. “Fuck.”

“Yes. All for you.”

My eyes flicker up to meet hers. I take in the sight of her red lips and cheeks, messy hair, and how she flops uselessly against the bed. Boneless.

Aspen still doesn’t know what she means to me, but I intend to let her know. She spends the night in my arms, and I whisper sweet words to her, kissing every inch of her, making sure she feels warm and safe.

I can’t tell her what she is to me. Not yet. Not until I know I can truly keep her safe—not from me, but from the threats outside our door. No one, corrupt or otherwise, will touch my mate without her permission.