Page 32 of Spellbound & Speechless (Witches of Starbrook #2)

Mac

This is my first night alone since moving into the Hawthorne house. Aspen insisted on sleeping in her sister’s room before our party, saying it would make the event even more fun—and she promised a lot of fun after.

I go along with it to make her happy, but nothing can make me more excited to celebrate our bond.

She may be pleased with the arrangement, but I’m losing sleep. Only two things worry me: celebrating our bond in front of the entire town and celebrating in front of my mom.

My mother hasn’t been in contact since our phone call, but she’s a woman of her word. If she says she’s coming, she’ll be here. I haven’t told Aspen about the call, even though it may not be the most welcome surprise.

Explaining my relationship with my mother will be easier when she meets her. Aspen already knows about my past, but she can’t understand everything I’ve been through until she meets my intimidating mother.

It’s only one night apart, but I miss Aspen. Sleeping on a bed a few feet from her was better than being apart like this. I can still feel her through the bond—the soft excitement and anticipation that keeps her up as late as I am.

I keep my ears perked, ready to run through the house and pounce if she lets out a scream, a yelp, or anything that seems unusual. Nothing is allowed to ruin our day. Even though I fall asleep, I’m on high alert, waking up every few hours to make sure I can still feel her.

She’s safe. She’ll always be safe with me.

The day of the event is wild with preparations. Family members amble around the house, and I stay in Aspen’s room as I get ready for the event. I won’t see Aspen until it comes—the time to announce our bond in front of the world. Or at least in front of Starbrook.

There’s a soft knock at the door.

I expect it to be one of her sisters. Laurel, probably, or even Ozan. It may be a lost family member—they’ve knocked on the wrong door too many times.

Instead, Aspen pokes her head inside, and I’m on fire. Her lids shimmer with a soft, pink eyeshadow, and her hair is in perfect, loose curls.

“Great. I’m hallucinating.” I sigh. “There’s an angel in my room.”

“You’re not.” She shuffles inside and shuts the door, locking it behind her.

“Then what are you doing here?”

She trails closer to me, wearing a mischievous smile on her painted pink lips. “I thought you might need help getting ready.”

I stand and move closer, still leaving a foot of space between us. “You think I can’t dress myself? Ouch.”

“No! That’s not it.” She giggles. “Just… you know…”

“I don’t know.” I lift a brow. “Let me repeat myself: what are you doing here, wife?”

Her cheeks darken. “I wanted to see you. Is that so hard to believe? ” She steps forward and plucks at my T-shirt. “You don’t seem too excited to see me, and look at that—you’re not even dressed yet. The party is in an hour, you know.”

“I know. I’ll be there.”

“You’d better be.” She unbuttons my pants. “There’s no party without you. Come on. Let’s see what you’re wearing under these.”

I let out a shocked laugh. “Aspen!”

“What?” She lifts her hands in a display of faux innocence. “I’m helping. Don’t you think I’m helpful?”

I turn to the closet, bringing out the suit I rented from a nearby boutique. Aspen already helped me pick it out. “Doubt I need your help. It will only take a second to put this on.”

“And it looks as good as I remember.” She nods approvingly. “Let’s see it on.”

Aspen isn’t wearing her dress yet, and I’m grateful for that. Maybe I’m too traditional, unlike the celebrations the witches throw, but I want it to be a surprise. I know she’s been making the dress herself. It’s important to her, which means it’s important to me.

She’s wearing a silky white robe like the one she wore when we first slept together. Everything is coming full circle.

I don’t need the help, but I let Aspen undress me. I spent a lifetime taking care of myself and living alone. Now, I want someone to touch me like I’m soft… and she always does. Aspen never disappoints. I don’t want to disappoint her in return.

I washed my hair, styled my curls as much as possible, and even put on some moisturizer. It’s more than I would do daily, and it’s all for her.

It’s nothing compared to the effort Aspen is putting in. She’s an angel incarnate.

“You already look so handsome,” she says once she’s stripped me down to my boxers. Her hands graze over my thighs; the touch alone is enough to rouse me.

I grab her wrist. “Aspen…”

“What?” She offers a sweet, innocent smile. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” I push my face to hers, our noses brushing. “You can’t wait for tonight, huh? You know I’ll take care of you later.”

“I don’t know.” She bats her lashes. “What’s happening tonight?”

“Tonight…” I sigh and brush my thumb against her wrist bone.

“Tonight, we’re going to a hotel I rented—thirty minutes from here, nicer than the motel—and we can spend the entire night together.

Just us. We don’t have to worry about anyone hearing you scream for me.

” I slip a hand under her dress, my fingers grazing against her heat.

“I’ll remind you who this pretty pussy belongs to. ”

Her eyelids flicker. “How will you do that?”

I chuckle softly, circling my fingers around her clit. “I’m fucking you raw tonight, mate. You’ll spend the night dripping with my cum. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“It does.” Her lips form a slight pout, and I already know I’m melting. I’ll do whatever she asks. “But what if I can’t wait that long? ”

I plant a soft kiss on her mouth. “I don’t want to ruin your makeup.”

“Hm…” She pulls away, and I let her, but I miss her warmth radiating onto my fingers. “That’s very thoughtful of you, but what if I want you to?”

I press my lips together.

Aspen props herself up on her desk and spreads her legs, revealing her bare pussy. The scent of her arousal hits me. My wolf growls, already hungry for a taste. He’s the one leading me there when I fall to my knees.

“You’re so needy.” I grip her thighs hard and drag her to the edge of the desk, pressing soft kisses to her warm thighs. “Fine, wife. I’ll give you what you want.”

“Thank you,” she breathes.

“That’s right. You’ll be a good girl. Thank me every time I make you come.” I bite her thigh. “And I will make you come—again and again, until you have to leave.”

She spreads her legs wider. “Without ruining my makeup?”

“I’ll do my best.” I bury my face in her cunt, drinking in her arousal.

This is for her. I don’t need a damn thing in return. All I want is to make her come, to taste her, and to strengthen our bond again and again. This is one small way of doing that.

The house outside is a mess of laughter and talk, but I tune them all out, focusing on Aspen. She covers her mouth. Pleasure comes from her side of the bond as I circle her clit with my tongue, moaning against her heat.

When my fingers slip inside, she’s already clenching around me.

“Mm…” I lick her repeatedly, right in the spot that always makes her toes curl .

Her fingers grip the edge of the desk, back arching to show off her perfect, round breasts.

My wife… my mate… mine… all mine…

Every drop is mine. I growl against her, the wolf in me awakened, my claws scraping her thighs as I lick her through her first orgasm—the first of many, if I have anything to say about it.

My cock is throbbing, fully aroused and erect without a touch, just from tasting her. Feeling her pleasure through the bond is enough to make me spill over the edge, and I’m too lost in her to care.

Her legs wrap around my head, pulling me closer, forcing me to keep tasting until she shakes out another orgasm. This time, her pleasure becomes mine, washing over me with a shuddering moan.

Heat warms the fabric of my boxers as I spill my seed onto nothing.

I pant against her, kissing the side of her thigh and closing my eyes as her vise grip on my head releases.

“Mac,” she whines. “My mate. I need you to fuck me.”

“I can’t.” I stand up, guiding her hand to my wet underwear. “Look what you did to me.”

“Oh!”

“You’re just going to have to wait.” I smirk and lean down, kissing her on the mouth. “Tonight. It will be worth the wait, I promise.”

Tonight, when everyone knows she’s mine, and that I’m hers. I can fuck her without worrying about anyone hearing. I can claim her as many times as she’ll let me.

It will be worth it for me, too. Soon. So soon.