Page 3 of Wanton & Witchy

“Me too.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it. It’s been prophesized that the child born of your first union will do great things—things you can’t even imagine. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that, but I thought you should know.”

“Where can we find you again?”

“Boston, mostly. The Council meets on Tuesdays, but I’m around. Just conjure me up,” she says before snapping her fingers and disappearing.

“That was weird,” Calliope says.

“How did you know about Ichor?”

“I dream about him, and you, though I didn’t see your face. I didn’t realize that it was important thought. I just thought I had an over active imagination.”

“I dreamt of you too. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I’ve seen so many wars, so much death, and disease. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

“Me either,” she says, seeping closer to me.

“Nothing has to happen today if this is too fast; finding you is enough.” I lie. My cock is hard. It never has been before, and the need to breed her is coursing through my veins.

“I want you too much to wait. This is what’s supposed to happen.”

She’s in my arms in seconds, and my lips are on hers. The second they collide, everything feels right in the world. I back her to the altar. I’m going to make her mine there.

I kiss down her neck. “Tell me what you want from me,” I demand, my hands skimming her soft, thick, supple thighs. I push the skirt of her dress up, never once taking my eyes off of hers. When I reach her hips, I glance down and groan. Her white cotton panties are soaking wet. I gently drag my index finger over the center seam, pushing the fabric into her shallowly over and over. Her pussy lips are puffy, outlined by the soaking wet material. My mouth waters, so I swallow thickly. “Tell me, Calli.” I bury my face in her neck and suck on her vanilla-scented skin.

“I want you to fuck me,” she moans as I speed my fingers up. As if I wouldn’t. What man would go to these lengths for a woman just to leave her hanging?

“Done. What else do you want?”

“I can ask for anything?” she asks, biting that fucking pouty bottom lip.

“Yes,” I reply, my voice husky as I push her panties to the side and see her perfect pussy for the first time. She’s going to be the death of me. This is the kind of pussy men start wars over. I’d kill any man who dared to touch her.

“Kiss me,” she moans, and I look up and lean for her mouth. “No. Here,” she says, running her fingers over mine at her pussy. I smirk at her.

“You want me to eat your pretty pink cunt?” I rub her clit faster and faster, bringing her to the edge and then stopping.Maybe I am the fucking demon I descend from because I want her to lose her ever-loving mind over me. Over us.

“Yes,” she says, pushing at my shoulders. I step back, pulling her panties back in place. I suck my finger into my mouth. Her eyes widen.

I strip her bare and have her lie down on the altar before stripping. Her eyes widen as I climb up between her spread thighs and stare down at her.

“Say the words. Tell me what I need to hear,” I demand, not recognizing my own voice.

“I am your mate. I take you as you such,” she says formally, binding us together. I feel her magic coil around mine tightly. I feel the universe shifting into place for us. Crashing into place is more like. A tornado could lift us up right now and drop a hundred miles away, and we wouldn’t notice anything.

“I am your mate. I take you as such,” I growl, completing our sacred bond before wrapping my fingers around her upper arm, burning my grip into her skin while she does the same to my neck. This will bind her to me as well as intensify our orgasms. It will also show the world that we belong to each other.

And we do. We belong to each other.

Chapter

Three

CALLIOPE

Oh my God. I can feel him everywhere. His hands, his mouth, his cock. His touch is everywhere. It's as if he's already inside of me. He’s not, but it feels like he already is. My skin is practically bubbling with desire. Is that a thing? All of my nerves are firing at once, and it’s almost too much.Almost. I want this. I need this. I need him. His possessive thoughts of owning my body are all I can hear in my head, and I know that I am going to let him.

Wait, what? I can hear his thoughts? Is that normal?

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