Page 53 of Their Witch Bride

What the hell? Did he sleep with a dagger on?

It kind of feels like the hilt of a dagger jabbing my ass right now. I shift my body down a little to try to see if I can figure out what it is, but I can’t. So I move back up and wiggle my body a little to see how it moves. It feels harder than before. I keep wriggling, trying to get a feel for whatever that thing is.

“You have to stop,” Rinan groans in a way that doesn’t quite sound like irritation.

I stop moving. What’s his deal? I wake up grumpy sometimes too, but not like this. He shifts his body against me and takes several deep breaths close to my neck. The hairs on my neck stand on end, and a little shiver rolls down my spine.

“Fuck!” he says with the same groan as before. He moves again, pulling away from me for a bit, then close again, that dagger poking my ass once more. “Shit.” He sighs, burying his face in my hair.

What the hell is wrong with him?

I’m frozen, and I don’t know what to do or say. He’s moving so much and breathing so deep and cursing a lot, but he’s still tangled up with me. One of his arms is under my neck. The other rests on my waist. Even his legs are intertwined with mine.

His frustration makes no sense. I like the way we’re laying. I never thought I’d enjoy being tangled up with another person, but warmth radiates from his body. Are shifters always this warm? And I like the way his huge, hard body feels pressed against my smaller, softer one. It’s like I’m… safe in a big, strong cocoon.

He finally unwinds his limbs from around me. Very slowly. So slowly that it makes my pulse pick up and my body feel even hotter just from the way his body is rubbing against mine as he moves, just the way my body had felt last night when I’d watched him touching himself.

“Fucking hell!” he mutters once he’s completely off of me.

I turn to face him. He lays on his back with his eyes closed. Agony is all over his face. I bite my lip and let my gaze run over him, from his huge muscular arms, perfect stomach, and… my eyes are drawn to the blanket. It’s tented around his middle in a way that can only be evidence of an erection, and it all hits me at once. What was poking me in my back.

My face suddenly feels hot. I was moving my body all over that. And it’s not at all like the boy’s dick from the lake. It’s huge. Not just proportionate to this man, but disproportionately huge even when attached to a giant man. I’m glad that didn’t have to go inside me… right?

It’s like my body becomes obsessed with that tented blanket. With a desire to see what’s going on below the surface. Last night it was dark, but I swore his dick was beautiful. Not at all like the tiny-dicked man. Now, I kind of want to see it in the light to be sure.

The same as last night, my body feels hot and uncomfortable, and my thighs press together.

His gaze shoots to me, and he inhales deeply. “You need to stop.”

“Stop what?” I ask, confused.

“Whatever you’re thinking about,” he says gruffly.

I’m about to ask more, but he rubs his hands over his face and hair in a way that speaks of complete frustration. Is it because of his hard dick? I’m pretty sure I’ve heard before that a hard dick makes a man frustrated. I wonder if that’s why he played with himself last night? So he wouldn’t be frustrated?

“Are all cocks similar?” I ask.

His gaze swings to me, and his eyes are widened in horror. “Wh-what do you mean?”

I lick my lips and stare down at his erection. “I recently saw a man’s cock and–”

“Mine?” he says, a strange note to his voice.

My cheeks heat. “No, I couldn’t get a good look at yours with your hand around it and the shadows–” I clarify, intending to keep speaking, but he interrupts me.

“When did you see another man’s cock?” Now, he sounds pissed.

I shrug, unsure what to say.

“If it was one of our men, the bastard will lose his fucking head,” he growls.

I startle, surprised by the rage in his voice. “No, no, it wasn’t one of your men! It was back at my castle.”

He rolls onto his side, far too close to me. “Who? I thought you were a virgin…”

My cheeks feel hot. “I am. I’m just trying to, just let me explain. I saw him bathing in a lake, well, going in a lake, then fucking another witch.”

He’s quiet now. Waiting.

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