Page 24 of Unhinged Magic (Cutters Cove Witches #2)

I hadn’t told Wesley he was the first man to see me like this. The first man I had taken into my mouth. I had fooled around with guys before, but nothing like this. I hated that he was so experienced, and I was not. It had every edge of my nerves unhinged and twisted in knots.

Wesley went to stand, the slide of his hand as it travelled up my calf, then over my knee, holding my attention as he did so. His gaze slid over every inch of me until they landed on mine again, our foreheads rested together.

He released the clasp of my bra, and cold air hit my breasts.

His demand came out low, but it reached me as an invocation. “Eyes on me,” he murmured. I did as he asked, finding enchanted green orbs swelling with awe. “There’s my girl.”

Gathering his top in my hands, I pulled him close, pressing my lips against him, for if I didn’t, I was scared he would know everything . My inexperience, the nervous tremor in my hands every time he looked at me the way he did.

Our kiss turned my insides out. Oh, how this man could kiss.

His tongue lapped mine as he lifted me into the air, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us to the bed where we fell, tangled limbs giving way to hungry hands.

He discarded his top, and I couldn’t stop touching him, fascinated by how soft he felt under the palm of my hand.

Every part of me wanted him. The throbbing at my core, a constant ache only he could mend.

His fingers slid into the front of my panties, diving between my thighs, one finger, then two, pushing into me.

I drew in a gasp as his fingers slid out of me again, gliding through my arousal before circling the most sensitive part of me.

His lips scraped my ear. “You’re soaked for me, Skip.”

Skip.

When he said it like that , I could get used to it, learn to like it even. “Say that again,” I whispered.

Wesley pulled away, never stopping the spine-gripping roll over my clit. “So wet,” he murmured.

“Not that,” I whimpered as his touch intensified, zoning in on where I needed it most. I was dizzy, drowning from both his touch and the severity of our connection.

He lowered his lips until they dusted mine ever so slightly. Sex drenched his tone. “Skip.”

That name.

Something I had previously detested, now burned deep in my core in the most exquisite way. Maybe this entire time I had secretly liked it.

His mouth claimed mine, harder this time. Potent and demanding. I couldn’t speak, barely noticed the slide of my panties until they were at my ankles.

He lifted my leg, his lips finding my ankle as he moved closer, resting it to the side to expose me to him.

I would surely die of embarrassment.

Wesley looked starved, a hungry man ready to devour me.

He lowered, kissing the insides of my thigh, holding eye contact.

When he moved to my center, his hot breath coasted over my sex. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” His nose drew a line straight up my seam. “You smell like heaven.” His hands slid underneath me, pulling me closer.

Holy shit.

When the swipe of his tongue made contact, something between a mew and a moan escaped me. I fisted his hair as he lapped at me, slowly at first until he settled into a steady rhythm that I knew would send me over the edge.

My bet was he knew this, too. Oh, how he just knew .

Every touch was deliberate. Every lap of his tongue refined.

The perfect mixture of exploration and a perfected art.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me at his mercy as my clit became his new favorite addiction.

He gently suctioned his mouth over it, and if it wasn’t for his firm grip on my thighs, I would have bucked him off the bed.

“Oh, my!” I cried out, unable to hold back.

My fingers clenched the bed linen as I accustomed myself to the new, raw sensation.

“Wes…” My thighs lifted involuntarily, grinding unashamedly against him, searching for more.

I felt myself twisting under his grip, tightening inside as he drew me closer to something only he had ever given me.

Without warning, he replaced his tongue with his finger. Moving over me to tease the spot below my ear with his lips. “Your taste is my new drug of choice.” His voice had deepened, a huskier side to it now.

I couldn’t help the whine at my clit's constant attention, and, as he knelt back on his knees, he circled it with his thumb. His gaze raked over me as he took his cock in his free hand, the mesmerizing way it moved through his grip so effortlessly was something I couldn’t pull my eyes from.

His hands were much bigger than mine, able to wrap the entire way around.

Veins popped on his forearms as they flexed with every movement.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I can stop, just say the words,” he assured me, rubbing us both simultaneously.

I wanted this more than anything in the world. I had never wanted something so bad in my life.

“I want this. I want you. All of you .”

A moment of recognition passed over his features. “Have you taken the monthly tonic?”

“Always,” I insisted, trying to control my breathing at the constant swipe of his thumb on me. Scar had made sure I got access to the contraceptive tonic. Perks of knowing the local herbal witch. “Only…” A rumble of words I didn’t know how to say lodged deep in my chest.

Wesley slowed his movements. “What is it? We’re not doing this unless you one hundred percent want to.”

It baffled me how he had earned his reputation in town. This man, who was so close to breaking me in, was also willing to stop at a moment’s notice when he already had me naked on my bed. Unbelievable.

“It’s just…” I stared at him above me, my childhood friend-come-mate. Or mate to be, whatever. “I haven’t done this before, and that ,” I motioned to his cock, “will never fit.”

What I thought would be an awkward moment was the complete opposite. No shock horror on his face. No mocking.

He appeared speechless before collecting himself, a predatory, wolfish look taking over.

“That’s ok. Thank you for letting me know.

” As if to convince me of this, he continued.

“You were made for me, Skip, and it’s my duty to make sure you’re ready for me.

” He kissed me until my core ached for more of him, my hips bucking, searching for his length.

“I’ll try to be gentle, but…” He looked down at his solid cock nestled at my entrance, a sheepish look spreading over his face.

He didn’t need to say it. Not that I had much to compare him to, but my limited amount of fondling prior to him led me to believe he was blessed with a larger than most cock and he knew it.

“Okay.” I let out a relieved breath, staring at his length again, still unsure about the size to fit ratio.

Held above me on one arm, Wesley slid through my center a final time before pressing slowly at my entrance. It was like nothing I could have imagined, the sharp stretch of him stealing my breath.

“Are you ok?” he rasped, his head falling beside mine.

The fit of him drew something between a whimper and a plea from me. I couldn’t sort the pain from pleasure.

“I need words.” Wesley’s guttural tone spoke of the restraint wracking him. He remained still, nestled deep inside me, his deep, controlled breaths warming my ear.

“More,” I gasped, needing him to move.

I wanted him to move. He needed to move now.

A chuckle sounded in my ear. “My girl wants more?”

“ Please.”

He pulled out slightly before pushing back in again, burying himself inside me, deeper this time.

Oh, the stretch. The feeling of being filled with him.

I bucked my hips up to meet him, yearning for more. Each move pushing away pain and morphing it into something more pleasant.

“You need to keep moving,” I pleaded.

My words snapped his self-restraint, and he threw my leg over his shoulder, pulling out, only to push back inside me again.

“Wes!” I cried as the new position sent him deeper, somehow more connected than we already were.

He moved in a way only Wes could. His hips doing some ungodly thing, rolling, grinding. The flex of his hips, the tightening of his abs with each thrust, was something I couldn’t stop watching as we come together repeatedly.

Holy shit, he knew what he was doing.

Wes tipped his head back. “You’re so damn tight. Your pussy’s clinging to me,” he groaned.

He hooked my leg around his waist, moving further over me, adjusting us until our foreheads rested against each other, his free hand nestled in my hair.

From this close, his eyes had never looked so green. Suddenly they widened in a way that worried me. His forehead pressed into lines as he slid into me repeatedly.

“Wes?” I breathed, worried something was wrong.

“It’s happening again.” He rushed the words, his forehead beading with droplets as he slowed his rhythm.

Suddenly the mate bond forced into me again, an immeasurable pleasure tearing through me, dancing in every follicle.

Oh. My. Fucking. Shit.

I was delirious, drunk on this bond that I had only ever felt moments of before. I felt him everywhere, in my veins, in my mind.

“Feel us, Skip, we’re insatiable.”

He stared down at me in awe as the bond pressed forward, somehow spreading from him to me. Some form of unhinged magic defying its submissive confines.

“I feel it all,” I whimpered, as overwhelming emotions rolled over me.

Wes held his hand in my hair, gripped it, afraid to let go.

“Come with me,” he urged, letting go of my leg, and it dropped to the bed.

I wrapped it around his waist as his thumb nestled between us, circling.

Static warmth grew inside me, tightening and igniting me in a way I had never experienced before.

I clung to him as our bodies connected in a way we were made for.

The mate bond, ripping through us, embedding its essence in our senses.

He pulled back, staring down at me. “Look at me. Let me watch you come, baby.”

He picked up his pace again, the delicious burn of our connection numbed by the distraction of his thumb’s constant drag over my clit.

“Wes!” I crested over the edge into utter bliss, finding his emerald avalanche hurling toward me, our gazes locked as we fell apart. “I’m coming,” I whispered against his lips.

His cock hardened further inside me, my pussy clinging to him as he came with me.

He cursed, crashing his mouth against mine.

As our movements slowed, he pulled out of me, his lips in the crook of my neck.

We lay together in a tangle of limbs. Two souls beating as one.

I had never felt more complete as I did in that moment.

I stared at my delicious sensor mage. My gorgeous mate, his chest rising and falling beside me as I lay cradled in his arms. His hands had left my hair, and the mate bond was once again a distant memory.

He lifted from the bed, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, running it between my thighs before discarding it in the bin.

He lay down beside me again, his hand tracing lazy circles over my hip. I nestled into his neck, circling my thigh over his waist as he kissed my forehead.

“That was magic,” he murmured into my hair.

I couldn’t agree more.

It seemed the more time I spent with Wes, the more the mate bond wanted to be free, showing us what we could be like. Silence passed between us, an understanding of what had just happened. Of what needed to happen now.

“It was,” I said simply, not wanting to spoil the moment. Because what happened next, I wanted so badly it hurt my chest.

We needed to say goodbye to Landon.

For good.