Page 25 of Unhinged Magic (Cutters Cove Witches #2)

Wesley

I woke to a sparkling cluster of blue-green staring at me through dark lashes, and right then I knew I could happily drown in them and die a happy man.

“Good morning.” Skye’s breath warmed my skin from where she snuggled against my chest, a leg draped between mine.

Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pulled her closer, her soft skin against mine, something I would never take for granted. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Someone’s happy this morning,” she cooed, staring at my dick currently pitching a tent beneath the sheet draped over us.

I chuckled, not bothering to hide myself.

“How could I not be? Last night was incredible.” I ran a finger down the length of her arm, the motion sprinkling her skin with goosebumps.

She adjusted herself to face me, our bodies still tangled together like we couldn’t tear ourselves apart.

I placed a kiss on her forehead before nuzzling her nose. “I didn’t realize I was your first.”

Knowing that information caused a predatory rift within me. It buried into my marrow like a demonic, possessive thing. To know I was the only man to have had her in such an intimate way was nothing I could have prepared myself for.

Skye shrugged in an attempt at playing it down. “Yeah well, surprise.” Her cheeks flushed, and I realized I had never seen her embarrassed before, always coming across as so confident. “You certainly know how to please, ” she said with a coy smile.

A huffed a laugh. “There’s an intense connection between us Skip, how could I not?”

She pursed her lips together as if holding back words, curiosity snagging me as she locked away her thoughts.

I laced my fingers through hers, my thumb caressing hers lightly. “What is it?”

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes foreshadowing uncertain words to come. “I just,” she chewed her bottom lip. “How many others have there been?”

I arched a brow. “Others?”

Her breath shuddered as if gathering confidence. “Woman. I mean, Scar told me…”

I knew exactly what Scarlet thought of me. In fact, most of Cutters Cove thought they had me figured out. Wes the womanizer. Well, fuck them. Just because I liked to flirt didn’t mean I would get my dick wet for just anyone.

I cupped the side of her cheek, capturing her gaze. “Don’t take Scarlet’s words for gospel.”

Confused irises stared back at me. “I don’t understand.”

I dropped my hand back to the bed, fighting the need to pop my knuckles. This wasn’t something I talked about. Ever. “I mean.” I sifted my hand through my hair, brushing it from my . “There have been girls, but not like that. Not in a long time.”

“ That?”

“As in sex,” I clarified. Pulling myself upright, I adjusted the pillows behind me, and she followed suit, turning to face me. “I haven’t slept with a woman for years.”

She screwed up her nose. “I don’t get it.”

I dipped my head before looking up at her again.

“No one knows that… except you.” I stopped, not sure if I could say what I needed to next.

Nerves buckled my confidence, its strap tightening around my chest. I had told no one this, it was something I had held in for years now.

“I was taken advantage of… in my early twenties.”

Skye’s stare widened. “You mean…” Again, she didn’t finish her sentence, but I wouldn’t say the words for her.

I continued, pulling her close again. “I haven’t drunk whiskey since, and don’t drink spirits now unless in familiar company.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” A lone tear slid down her cheek, and I swiped it with my thumb. The mattress dipped as she moved to straddle me. She cupped my jaw in her hands. “I’m so sorry you went through that.”

I didn’t need nor want her pity. Pity could choke a man. Take its hand firmly around one’s throat and squeeze every inch of self-worth into hollowed air.

“Let them think what they think.” My hand skated up her side until it cupped her breast, barely a handful, but fuck it molded to my hand just perfect.

“It’s not something I talk about,” I murmured, moving to take her nipple in my mouth.

I circled it with my tongue before grazing it between my teeth.

She let out a soft mew, her next words all breathy and light. “This stays between us.”

I pulled away, a silent understanding settling between us. “Thank you.”

She lowered her lips to mine, her tongue a gentle caress.

Desire tore through me, and I deepened the kiss, a moan rumbling from me as my dick slid between the apex of her thighs.

She subtly moved against me, an exquisite tease as she rocked in a way that wouldn’t allow me entry yet mimicked the motion completely.

I wrapped my arms around the curves of her waist, assisting her, molding into the palms of my hands as if made for me, my firm hold leaving indents on her hips.

“Can I try something on you?” she whispered against my lips, her fingers sinking into the hair at the base of my neck.

I pulled away, my brows raised. “Sure.”

A moment later she took a deep breath, splaying her hands on my chest, the imprint of heat instant.

“Woah.” I stared up at her in surprise. What did my petite little mate have in mind here?

Skye’s brow furrowed. “Good or bad?”

I answered honestly. “Good.”

She nodded, her palms growing hotter as they roamed my chest, moving down to the ridges on my stomach. They glided over me, sweeping lower, until they rested under my navel, pausing.

I could see where this was going and fuck me, I was on board with it.

“Lower,” I ordered, watching her movements.

The moment she wrapped her hands around my dick, my world spun.

“Fuck,” I hissed, giving in to the overwhelming heat smothering me.

Skye’s palms burned with magic, hotter than I had expected.

“That’s so fucking good. How do you do that?

” I rasped through uneven breaths. I couldn’t help the rise and fall of my hips as she slid her hands over me repeatedly, corkscrewing her magic around me in some insane sorcery I’d not witnessed before.

Her eyes shone florescent above me, her fire element coming forward like it was speaking to me. Her magic desperate to engage with mine.

She lowered her head to my ear, her lips brushing mine in a way that hardened my dick even further. “I’ve never heard you swear,” she whispered in a graveled tone.

“Not around women,” I grunted as she worked me over with a single hand now.

It was another thing my father had taught me. Manners, always.

My head tipped to the ceiling, unable to sit upright any longer. Her touch unraveled me, her magic crackling through her skin and onto me. My dick slid through it repeatedly, lost in a different time, where it was only us and this undeniable connection screaming to be freed.

“You undo me,” I said, my hand gripping her thigh as I struggled to hold on. To not blow my load before her.

“Come for me,” she ordered, her velvet tone sliding over me, her words invading my senses like a drug. “Let me watch you come in my hand.”

I groaned. Watching. Her. Watch. Me. Get. Off.

Skye eyed me like she was being told her very first secret. Feasting on this new thing I had awakened in her. Maybe she was as much a voyeur as I was. The thought of exploring this with her nearly had me unloading my balls right there and then.

“No,” I demanded, barely able to sling together a sentence. “Same time,” I gritted out.

“Not this time.” The authority in her tone confirmed how much she wanted this.

When I attempted to sit upright with the plan to flip her over and finish together, she playfully pushed me back against the pillows again. Gathering my wrists, she pinned them above my head, holding them with one hand, the other wrapping around my dick once again.

Well fuck, if this didn’t just get interesting. I could have easily fought back and had my way with her, but my intrigue won out.

I smirked, my gaze feasting on her. “My mate likes to be in control?” I couldn’t be more turned on if I tried. I was torn between wanting to come together and see where she would go with this.

She purred against my lips as her hand tightened around my dick even more. “You like this?”

I groaned, unable to form words.

I couldn’t think. Only feel. Her touch amplified my every sense. She was everywhere, crawling under my skin, her voice sinking into my ears.

Her magic was fucking unreal. We were fucking unreal.

“I’m close,” I groaned against her mouth, my fingers digging into my palms, knotted together above my head.

Without warning she let go, my swollen dick suddenly between her lips, covering me until the head hit a new depth of her throat.

Fucking hell.

No one had ever taken me this deep.

My head fell back onto the pillow. “Fuuuck, that’s so good baby, just like that.” I buried my hands in her hair, gathering it to keep it out of her face so I could watch.

My abs tightened, spasms rocking my body as my senses gave in to everything her sweet mouth offered.

She ran those perfect silken lips over me repeatedly, milking me until my release hit the back of her throat, swallowing it like the good fucking girl she was.

My chest heaved as I rode out my orgasm, seeming to last forever.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, spent. I could barely move, my hand falling to my chest, the other still in her hair as she hovered above me, staring down at me in awe.

Skye moved beside me, kissing my collarbone before nestling against me.

“I have no words for that,” I managed.

Her fingers tiptoed over my stomach. “You’re welcome.”

I ran my hand over her silken skin, edging them toward the slice of heaven I knew was waiting for me between her thighs. She took hold of my wrist, stopping my descent.

“I don’t expect the same. I wanted to do that, just for you.” She maneuvered my hand until it sat on her hip. Her fingers tangled through mine.

“I can’t believe you're mine,” I mused, finding it hard to believe a woman like this existed.