Page 43 of Wedded Witch

As I enter her fully, she moans softly, her hands finding purchase on my back as she pulls me closer still. Her body trembles beneath mine and I marvel at the way she responds to me, the way she envelopes me, the way she was made for me.

Her heart pounds against my chest in tempo with our movements, each thrust driving us closer and closer to the edge.

It’s then that she lets out a low moan, her eyes rolling back into her head as she surrenders to the pleasure. And in that instant, I am set alight with an even deeper desire - to bring her to heights she never thought possible.

With renewed vigour, I drive into her again and again until finally, we crest the peak together and plunge over the edge in a crescendo of sheer bliss.

We continue like this for what feels like hours, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we explore each other’s desires and needs. Over and over again we lose ourselves in one another until we finally succumb to exhaustion and slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms.

SWYN

I wake up slowly,the sunlight slicing through the curtains and nudging me awake. My head’s still a little foggy from last night—too much mind blowing sex, not enough sleep—but I’m warm, cocooned in the blankets, and the bed feels…oddly cosy.

I smile, stretching my legs beneath the sheets. Kel should be here next to me. The last thing I remember is curling up against him, his arm pulling me closer after?—

My hand reaches out and hits fur. Not skin—fur.

My eyes snap open. I jerk upright, heart pounding as I look down. There, sprawled lazily across the bed, taking up way too much room is adog. Not just any dog.Thedog.

The same damn mutt that’s been following me around for days. His scruffy face is resting on Kel’s pillow, tail thumping like he’s thrilled about this whole situation.

I scream.

It’s an instant, gut-wrenching reaction. I scramble backward, almost falling out of the bed, hands flying to my chest to make sure I’m at least still dressed—I’m not.

The dog startles, but before I can fully process it, something fuckingweirdhappens.

The fur ripples, muscles shift, and the dog starts to...morph. Bones snap and crack into place, fur shrinking into skin. What was once the scruffy brown dog is now... a man.

And not just any man.

“Kel?” I gasp, choking on my own breath.Kelis sitting on my bed, blinking at me like this is no big deal.

I scream again, louder this time. “What the actual fuck in frostbite is this?!”

He lifts his hands in front of him, palms up, as ifthat’ssupposed to calm me down. “Swyn, wait?—”

“No! No, no, no!” I’m off the bed in a heartbeat, grabbing my dress from the floor, yanking it and my boots on as fast as possible. My fingers are trembling, making it almost impossible to function. I don’t care. My heart is in my throat, racing, pounding, hurting.

He’s still trying to talk, toexplain, but I’m not listening. Not a single word. A dog. A man. He was a dog, and now he’s Kel? What in the?—

I barely get my boots on before I bolt for the door. He calls after me, but I slam it shut behind me and fly down the hallway toward the motel reception. My mind’s spinning.

Kel…dog-Kel…none of this makes sense.

Am I dreaming? Is this some kind of twisted joke? I’m no stranger to magic, but I’ve never known anyone wake up in bed beside a dog that turns into a man before!

I push through the door into the lobby and skid to a stop. My eyes land on Kel, who’s leaning casually against the counter, flipping through some pamphlets about local hiking trails like everything is totally normal.

“What—?” I start, breathless and disoriented. “Kel?”

He looks up, a smile breaking across his face as a bold, leather scent envelopes me in its normally comforting embrace. It’s not working today though.

“Morning, Swyn. You alright?”

I blink at him. Shake my head. Take a step backwards.

What the hell is going on?

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