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“Take your clothes off so I can suck your cock,” I tell him, batting my eyelashes.

“Fuck,” he moans.

“Please,” I tack on, slightly desperate to watch him come undone, to taste and tease him just like he wants to do to me.

He does as I ask, finally, tugging his pants off while I do my best to pull his shirt off. Of course, that just makes it awkward, and by the time we tumble to the bed together, we’re both laughing in each other’s arms.

He kisses each cheek, then my nose, and when he reaches my mouth again, my whole body seems to sigh in relief.

Being in his arms feels like coming home.

It feels like a magic all our own.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CAELAN

Wren surprises me, by turns demanding and submissive, keeping me guessing and keeping me absolutely wrapped around her perfect fingers.

When she pushes me down to the bed with a mischievous look, then doe-eyed innocence, I wonder if she’ll ask me to beg for a taste of her.

I would do it in a heartbeat.

Instead, she kisses my stomach, lavishes attention on my nipples, making me hiss when she bites them.

“What was that for?” I huff a laugh.

“All’s fair,” she says in a sing-song voice, wrapping her slim hands around my wrists. I love the way she looks on top of me, straddling my chest, all peaches and cream complected against my lavender skin. Her breasts are the perfect mouthful and I bend forward, trying to catch one in my mouth, making her laugh.

“I love your laugh,” I tell her, breathless with want and something so much better.

“Good,” she whispers, grinning before leaning down and kissing me on the mouth. “I like that you make me laugh.”

“That makes two of us. Now sit on my face so I can make you come. Then I’ll mark you, and knot you, and the only noise you’ll be making is that fucking fantastic groan while you come over and over again around me,” I growl.

“Mmm,” she says, tapping a finger against her chin. “Maybe.”

I half sit up, outraged, and she laughs again, pushing my chest back down on the bed.

“What if I told you I had some ideas?” Those damned beautiful lashes flutter again, and I’m the one groaning, my cum leaking all over my stomach in anticipation.

“What if I told you I want you to act on them?” I snarl.

“Oooh, ask nicely.” The little witch boops me on the nose like a bad cat.

I start to glare at her, and then she’s turning around, showing me the perfect, creamy globes of her ass.

“That’s a good little witch,” I breathe and she settles on top of my mouth, her taste flooding my senses.

My hands go to her hips, holding her in place as I lick her, plunging my tongue deep inside her as she moans. I dig my fingers into her soft skin, desperate for her.

She leans forward, stretching long against my body, and before I can think straight, I’m raising my hips.

Her hot tongue darts out, licking the slit of my cock, and that’s all it takes for me to come.

Pleasure blasts through me, and my toes curl as she continues to lap at my cock, her hands pumping up and down in a perfect rhythm.

I’m not sure there’s much she could do that wouldn’t be perfect at this point.

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