Page 30 of Wicked Witch

My hands shake and I feel like some kid asking a girl out.

Man the fuck up, Cirrus! You are a badass Fae prince.

“Would you make some magic with me?”

Wynter’s eyes widen and she nods.

“That sounds kinky. I’m in!” Sitting up, she rips her hoodie off and her naked breasts bounce free.

Fuck!

“Not that I’m not one hundred percent on board with this, but that’s not what I had in mind,” I mutter, regretting every damn word.

“Oh. Oh!” She grabs the blanket and covers herself. Her cheeks are an adorable shade of pink, and I can’t help leaning over and kissing one.

Wynter clears her throat. “So by magic you mean…”

“Yeah, I want us to summon or conjure something together.”

The biggest smile spreads across her face.

“I’d love that! Let me get dressed.”

“Do you have to?” I blurt, and she giggles, leans over and surprising me as she kisses the tip of my nose.

Pulling away she pushes the blanket off only giving me a little peek before she mumbles a spell and dresses herself.

Crossing her legs on the bed, she places her palms out for me to touch with mine. Mirroring her position, I place my skin against hers.

“Now what?” I ask, excitedly. The connection between us has my blood heated and did I mention my cock is rock hard yet?Shouldn’t be a surprise since I’m always erect around my little woodchipper.

“Close your eyes,” she says with a sigh, shaking her head. Following her directions, I soon feel a rush of magic pressing against mine. It’s indescribable. I feel as if I could run a marathon, or conjure a whole damn football stadium.

“I knew you were powerful, princess, but this is incredible.” I open my eyes and stare into hers. Our magic swirls all around us. I knew she was my mate. It’s the only explanation.

Fae can’t do this unless we are bound to another, but I won’t point that out just yet.

Taking a breath, Wynter moves in closer to me, and I find myself doing the same thing. Our lips crash in a whirlwind of sparks, and soon she’s under me. Her clothes shredded and panties hanging on one ankle.

Our lips never separating, I swallow her moans and grunts as I fuck her deep and slow. This is ecstasy. A knock on the door has me stopping mid thrust.

“Motherfucker, you better open this door and tell me what the hell we are doing here!” Arsen shouts from outside, and Wynter freezes.

As she pushes me off, I reluctantly pull out of her heat. My cock staring angrily at me.

“Please tell me you didn’t call Arsen and tell him to come here,” Wynter whispers, and the flush in her cheeks fades until she looks like she may throw up.

I still don’t know the history between them, but what I do know is my little tiger needs to get over it, because I have a hunch that Arsen and Astor are her mystery men from her visions.

I mean who else could they be?

ASTOR

“Where the fuck are we?” Sin mumbles as we slowly roll through a small town. There is literally a gas station, diner and motel.

“I don’t know, but we drove for three damn days just for this? I think I’d prefer glamping,” I grumble and pull into the gas station. I need gas and a coffee. It’s been an exhausting drive.

Thankfully, we haven’t had any more drama, but for the last hour or so, I have had a sense of forewarning, something telling me to turn away and never come back.

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