Page 29 of The Witch’s Shifter (Season of the Witch #3)

I stand and move to the armoire, then open the bottom drawer. And sure enough, I find one of Aurora’s soft scarves tucked away there. Returning to her, I gesture for her to stand.

“What’s that for?” she asks suspiciously, but I can hear the hint of excitement in her tone.

“Turn around, and close your eyes.”

With an arched brow, Aurora does as I say. When she’s facing away from me, I lift the scarf and place it delicately over her eyes, then tie it off.

“Can you see?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Perfect.” My fingers slide down either side of her neck, tracing her soft skin, and a visible shiver goes down her spine.

Continuing down her back, I take hold of the ribbons tying Aurora’s dress taut and give them a light tug.

“Do you still want to be distracted?” I whisper, my voice barely rising above the crackling flames.

Aurora lets out a breath. “Please.”

I loosen the ribbons the rest of the way, and her dress softens about her.

Slowly, I ease one sleeve off her shoulder.

Her skin is beautifully freckled, and I take my time kissing each constellation before moving to her other shoulder and doing the same.

When I’m done, I let her dress slip slowly down her body and come to rest in a puddle upon the floor.

The chemise she wears beneath it is next, and my cock twitches at the sight of her gorgeous naked body.

Standing close behind her, I allow my hands to drift across her skin, then down to her swollen belly, which has begun to lose some of its softness, becoming firmer as the weeks pass.

I find the pink marks that pregnancy has gifted her.

They’re such a beautiful reminder of the life growing inside her, and I trace them with reverence as my lips press kisses along the column of Aurora’s throat.

“Face me,” I say into her ear. Once she does, I help guide her back onto the bed. She takes a seat on the edge of the mattress, which dips slightly beneath her. Kneeling before her, I reach for one of her feet, and she shifts her weight to put her foot in my hands.

I begin massaging her foot, rubbing my thumbs in a circular motion, focusing on her arch and heel, which she’s told me before get sore during the day.

My fingers press along her ankle at the same time, and I roll the joint out gently.

When I’m pleased with my work, I then lift her toes to my lips.

She lets out a little gasp when I press a kiss to the bottom of her big toe, then relaxes further as I make my way to the other four.

By the time I’m done massaging and kissing both her feet, she’s leaning back on the bed, still blindfolded, breathing deep and easy.

I think my distraction is working.

With her feet back on the floor, I grab her calves and begin squeezing softly. She lets out a moan. Guess her calves are sore too. Seems pregnancy makes her hurt everywhere .

Slowly, I work up her calves and around her knees. When my hands move to her thighs, her breath catches. And now that I’m on my knees before her, peeking between her legs at the soft pink warmth waiting there, I can barely hold back from stealing a taste.

But no. Not yet. I still have so much left of her to worship.

Standing, I once more ease Aurora back onto the bed. I place one pillow beneath her head, then tuck one under her knees. Draped across the bed, her pale skin glowing in the firelight, she is a vision of beauty.

Sitting beside her, I start massaging her thigh. She wiggles a bit, her lips pulling into a smile.

“Ticklish, my queen?” I ask.

She nods, and a little giggle slips out as I press my fingers into her thigh.

“How about this, then?” I soften my touch, and her body responds instantly, as if she’s melting right into the plush blanket beneath her.

A softer touch helps her relax further, and she’s breathing deep and easy as my fingers glide slowly up her thighs, until they graze the soft hair between her legs. Now her breath hitches.

“I want to worship you, my queen,” I whisper over the crackling of the flames. “Will you let me?”

“How will you worship me?” she asks, voice so light and breathy I almost don’t catch it.

“Like this,” I say, gliding my fingers up and down her slit slowly. Then I prop her legs up, putting her feet flat on the bed, and begin placing kisses along her inner thighs. “And like this.”

Aurora’s hands curl into the bedding, and she spreads her knees, making room for me to put my head between her legs and press a kiss to her folds.

“And certainly like this.” My tongue darts out to taste her, and she’s already soaking wet, a moan drifting from her lips. I’m imagining how it would feel to press myself into her, to be wrapped in that warm embrace only she can give me. My cock wants badly to be buried inside her, but I hold back.

She’s the one being pleasured tonight.

I drag my tongue slowly— very slowly—from her entrance to her clit. When I touch it, she whimpers, hips lifting from the mattress so she can press herself more firmly against my mouth.

“Be still, my queen,” I say, head still between her legs. “Allow me to take my time. I wish to revere you properly.”

Her groan is a mixture of pleasure and perturbation, but she doesn’t voice a complaint. And she lies mostly still while I lick her, tasting her inside and out, letting my tongue explore. With my hands wrapped around her thighs, I can feel her body shaking, begging for its release.

“Rowan,” Aurora pants, face tipped toward the ceiling, eyes still hidden beneath the blindfold.

“Not yet,” I whisper, my lips slick with her wetness. “But almost.”

She whimpers longingly as I slip one finger deep inside her, followed by a second. Her walls squeeze me tight. I ease my fingers slowly in and out, continuing the rhythm as I return my focus to her swollen pink clit. It’s firm and warm beneath my tongue.

“You taste divine,” I whisper. From my position between her legs, I can just see the corners of her mouth tip up. And I decide I love this—worshiping her, denying my own pleasure in order to heap it upon her. My cock is throbbing painfully, but I resist the desire pulsing through me.

“Please make me cum.” Aurora’s voice is breathy, punctuated with gasps as I continue working my fingers into and out of her warm, wet pussy.

And I suppose it’s time—I’ve been massaging and licking and sucking her for so long that the bedroom has grown warm, the fire having chased the cold away.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

I put my lips around her clit and suck it into my mouth, using my tongue to massage it while my fingers curl inside her. Her legs are shaking harder now, and she arches her back, a moan rising in her throat.

As the fire sends our shadows dancing along the wall, she cums around my fingers with glorious fanfare, her moan rising into a beautiful cry.

Her clit throbs in my mouth, her walls gripping and pulsating around me as she grows wetter.

I keep working her, touching her more gently with my tongue now, but pushing my fingers as deep as my knuckles will allow them to go.

I’m going to carry her as high as her body will allow.

Only when Aurora lets out a tired sigh and her legs start to go limp do I finally pull my fingers out of her and allow myself to come up for air.

She lies there on the bed, her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, breasts rising and falling as she takes deep breaths.

I lick my fingers clean of her, then stand from the bed and remove my clothing, being particularly careful with my raging hard-on.

It leaps free with such demand that I wince.

Behind me, there’s a rustling of fabric as Aurora shifts on the bed.

I turn to look over my shoulder and find she’s peeled off the blindfold and is rising onto her still-trembling knees to ease herself up behind me.

Her tiny breasts press against me at the same time I feel her swollen belly grazing my low back.

“What are you doing?” I ask as she reaches around me, fingers brushing my low abdomen. “I intended for tonight to be about your pleasure.”

“And it was.” Her voice is a fluttering whisper. “But I certainly can’t leave my knight in such a state, now can I? Especially after he served his queen so valiantly.”

My breath hitches in my chest when her hand wraps around my cock. I’m so hard and worked up, I could probably cum from her gentle grip alone. She starts stroking me from base to tip, her breath tickling me as her tongue darts out to trace the shell of my ear.

“Sir Rowan?”

“Hmm?” I grunt out, eyes closed, my body already starting to vibrate, nearing release.

She nuzzles her nose into the crook of my neck, then whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear her, “I love you.”

And that makes me cum all over her hand and the hardwood floor, dumping everything I have as my muscles tense and my knees shake.

Aurora keeps stroking me, coaxing out every last drop, rewarding me with my release. When she finally frees me, I turn to face her, and she’s wearing a shy smile, cheeks tinged with pink.

Goddess, she’s radiant.

I put my hands on either side of her head, then lean over her to press my lips against hers. They’re warm and soft and plush, the perfect fit for mine. Pulling away, I lean my forehead against hers, and I say with no hesitation, “I love you too, my queen. More than words can ever say.”

She begins to cry, and I wipe the tears away with my thumbs. After fetching her a cloth on which to wipe her hand, I help her under the blankets and then slip in beside her. Her body is just the right size for me to curl around her and pull her flush against my chest.

We lie there for some time, listening to the flames and the occasional creak of the house as the night grows cold.

And I’m grateful that Aurora falls asleep, her breathing becoming deep and even, just before I hear a far-off howl.

It just makes me pull her closer, as if I can keep her all to myself.

As if I don’t know he’s out there, waiting, wanting to make her his.