Page 46 of Unhinged Magic (Cutters Cove Witches #2)

Wesley

Warmth enveloped me, wrapping me in its cozy arms. My eyes fluttered open before closing again, the weight of them so heavy it took every ounce of my will to pry them open.

Confusion roused me as I took in the familiar surroundings.

I lay on Skye’s bed, her arms wrapped around my side, her legs threaded through mine.

Her body held me closely, as if afraid to let go.

I breathed in the scent of her hair, letting it sink into my senses like I always did, the carnal urge of the mate bond pulling me closer to her even more than usual. The decadence of it felt infinite.

As if her scent awakened me entirely, memories of the manor flooded my mind.

Of seeing Skye’s lifeless body, only to end up in the void with her. And Landon.

I let go of a deep breath to keep the anxiety brewing in my chest from imploding. Holy fuck. Had Landon really passed over? That would mean…

I nestled lower, letting Skye’s head fall to the pillow to capture every inch of her in my sight.

She looked like hell. My perfect, mascara-streaked, messy-haired form of treasured hell. Because that’s what Skye and I had always been. And now, if death couldn’t stop us, we would be indestructible.

Her rose kissed lips were parted slightly, breathing air as still as a morning fog.

Her warmth branded me with every touch of her skin, and I felt it in the rush of my pulse, the ache tugging at my core.

I traced a finger over her collarbone to the hollow of her neck, my lips dragging over her naked skin and sending my own on fire.

A whimper fell from her lips.

Whatever happened in the moments between the manor and now, I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was that this very moment was worth it all. The risk, the agony.

Skye stirred in her sleep, and she cradled closer to me on her side. It seemed, even asleep, her body craved my closeness.

She let out a small breath, and I felt it spread across my skin, igniting every emotion possible, heightened and pulsing .

I wanted to touch her so badly, wanted her to wake and find me in her arms, feel our connection once more. I let my hand drift under the sheets, spider crawling my fingers up her spine, her body arching against it and into me.

A gasp rushed into her, a sigh bordering on a moan drifting from her lips and onto mine.

“Wes?” Her voice pitched as she said my name; I would never tire of hearing it that way.

I grazed my mouth over hers, tugging at her bottom lip, never having wanted her this badly before.

Her eyes blazed open, florescent rings lingering, and I felt my element pushing to the surface in greeting. I felt it then, the mate bond snapping into place and nothing else mattered but that single moment.

“I’m right here, darling,” I whispered, smiling against her mouth.

Darling? I had never called someone darling in my life.

She captured my lips with hers; the moan escaping her resonating like my words alone had roused a beast from within the confines of her chest. She dove her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine, a desperate, greedy kiss that made my insides week and my dick hard as fuck.

This kiss had a hunger about it I hadn’t known was missing, and it was fucking everything.

“You’re alive,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she held my face in her hands.

Her last words floated between us for mere seconds before our mouths crashed against each other again, tasting this new bond for the first time.

Her every touch dripped honeyed nectar over my skin, her fingertips like droplets of ecstasy.

I moaned into her mouth, my hands pushing up her bralette and setting her breasts free. “Please tell me you feel it too. I need you to feel this, Skip.”

She whimpered as my thumb skated over her nipple before grazing it between my teeth. “I feel it all, " she whined, sinking her hands into my hair.

To hear those words undid me.

As I teased her nipple, her hand moved over my chest, molding into my abs until it went lower, sliding into my boxers and wrapping around my dick.

Holy fuck.

“As much as I want this…” I groaned, struggling to find words as she moved her hand over my morning wood. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

She didn’t answer, instead tightening her grip on me and running pre-cum over the head.

Fucking hell, she was a dream come true.

She stared at me lazily from beneath heavy eyelids. “I loved the night we spent together. I needed that night. But I need us to be us again.”

Who was I to deny this absolute goddess?

I would not fuck her. This morning, I would worship her like the perfect thing she was. My soulmate.

I slid my hands into my boxers and removed her hand, placing it on her pussy and covering her hand with mine. “Show me. I can’t think of a bigger turn on than watching you touch yourself.”

She looked away sheepishly, and I ran a hand up into her hair, coercing her to look at me again.

My voice deepened, a plea. “Please.”

She hesitated, her eyes darting over my face as if trying to read me. “You really want to see me do that ?”

Fuck, I could think of nothing better than watching Skye get herself off, but I wouldn’t push any further if she didn’t want to.

“Only if you feel comfortable. I know it’s such a personal thing, but...” I shook my head, struggling to find the right words. “I like to watch, and I would love to watch you.”

I released my hand from hers, giving her the opportunity to make her own decision.

Consent. Always .

“For you,” she whispered.

My dick pushed against the fabric of my boxers as her eyelids closed, her hand still between her thighs as she made herself comfortable on her back.

A soft moan escaped her lips as her hand moved over her pussy, her legs pushed together.

I was the luckiest man alive, in awe as I watched her free hand roll over a nipple, hardening it to a peak.

Skye was a natural beauty. But right now? She was utterly, devastatingly perfect.

I couldn’t keep my hands to myself any longer. She let out a whimper as my hand brushed her knee, subtly moving her leg wider, and I knew I was done for.

I watched in stunned silence as her hand circled the ball of nerves I knew would push her over the edge the moment I got my mouth on her, and fuck if this wasn’t the most addictive thing to witness. I could watch her like this forever and die a happy man.

I could stand it no longer. I needed to taste her again.

Moving between her legs, she gasped as I removed her hand and slid my tongue through her center, lapping at her. Her thighs tightened around my head, and I pushed them open wide again, devouring her.

Her whimpers turned into moans. Her moans spilled into jumbled words. My name came from her lips in ways I knew I would never forget.

When she was close, I pulled away. I wanted her coming on my dick this morning and nowhere else.

“Wes,” she breathed in a half-moan, half-sigh.

Running my hand through her arousal again, I slid a finger into her, then two.

Her sheets crinkled as they gathered in her palms, her words rushing from her. “Ohmigod.”

“You’re so tight, Skip. Can you fit another?”

“Hhhmmm,” she murmured, squirming against my fingers, and that was all the assurance I needed to slip a third into her. “Holy shit!” she moaned, writhing beneath me.

“You’re so ready for me.” I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her slowly. Her pussy soaked my fingers, tightening around them.

“ Please .” Her hips rose off the bed, meeting my hand with need.

I slid my boxers off, kicking them away, spreading her wide. A swipe of her most sensitive nerves and she arched into the air once more. When I sank into her, I drank in every breath, every moan.

“Open your eyes,” I whispered, my hand palming her cheek as I rocked my hips against her.

She obliged, her own locking with mine, and the intensity in her gaze almost forced my heart to stop. It pummeled in my chest in a way that scared me shitless. I had never felt so unguarded, so unhinged from myself in my life. If this woman could love me after everything I had done…

Skye stared up at me, her voice a whisper. “I love you so much.”

Her fingers grazed the light stubble on my jaw, and I moved myself higher, grinding against her. I caught her moan with my mouth, her words like fire to my soul. “I love you too.” The words left me effortlessly. “ Always .”

Keeping up my rhythm, I made love to her like I had no other woman, and I decided right then that sex this way was severely underrated.

Sliding into her repeatedly, each thrust dragged the most visceral feelings from within me.

I wanted her to feel them, too. Sliding my hand into her hair, I slowed my thrusts, letting my sensor magic dance on my fingertips, showing her my love for her.

Our mate bond joining as one in every sense of the term.

We came together, our lips collecting breathless whispers, magic spiraling around us as we collapsed together, chests heaving, hearts bursting .

The potent, all-consuming enigma that was love.