Page 23 of Knot the Witch Next Door

My naughty little witch. I gave her what she wanted.

I kissed her until we both gasped for breath and worked my hips faster. My body was on fire with intense pleasure stroking every inch. Her body moved with mine as if we were one. Only more proof to me that we were meant to be.

Harder and faster. Her cries harmonized with my growls.Mine.

My mouth moved down her neck and licked her silky soft skin. I wouldn’t let her suffer ever again. I needed to be there for her forever.

“Carmilla,” I panted, nipping at her throat. “You’re mine. Say it.”

She moaned, arching her back. “I’m almost there. So close!”

“Say it!” I thrust into her and held myself still. Never had anything been so difficult before.

Carmilla cried out, bucking and trying to rock against me. Her heart hammered in her chest as loud as mine. “Yes! I’m yours. Yours and yours alone!”

A ripple of pleasure went through me at those words. Yet I didn’t move my hips yet. “I want to claim you.”

It wasn’t a question. It was everything I’d ever dreamed, but I wouldn’t do it without her consent. I needed to hear she wanted it as much as I did. No matter how lost she was to her heat, I would never believe Carmilla would do or say anything she truly didn’t want.

Trembling, she stared into my eyes. Tears clung to her lashes like diamonds. “I’m yours. Forever. If you claim me now, claim me later, or claim me never, I am yours.”

Fuck. Those words were better than I could ever imagine.

I rolled my hips against hers, rocking her with long strokes.

“I claim you as my mate.” Then I bit her neck. My teeth sank in and I tasted the coppery flavor of blood.

Carmilla screamed my name and shuddered with her orgasm. I released her wrists and sucked in a great breath as my knot swelled to its maximum size. My climax nearly made me black out. My hips kept moving of their own accord as I filled her with my seed.

My cock still twitched within her even when she went limp. I cuddled her against me, caressing her back and arms. Our legs locked together as our breathing slowed.

She was truly mine now.

Nothing and no one would ever take her away from me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – Carmilla

The next few days passed by in a blur. A wonderfully hot and sexy blur. My heat grew worse, but the agony I’d experienced on Sunday was a distant memory. Deacon made certain I never suffered except when he was teasing me.

By the afternoon on Halloween, I was showered and dressed in my witch costume. I felt almost like myself again, but better than before. Better because now I had Deacon as my mate. It made me giddy to think about it. Who would have thought that the boy next door would become the Alpha who would win my heart.

As much time as we spent having sex in the nest—and yes, I did have him move us to the tree house for two nights—I also spent time talking to him, getting to know the man he’d become. I fell hard and fast. Never had I thought I could love anyone completely as I did him.

I twirled in my dress in front of the mirror and ended up bending over, to flip up my skirt. It was practice for later tonight. I’d worn a garter belt to hold up my black and purple thigh high hose, but I neglected to put on panties. Deacon was going to get the best Halloween treat ever.

Giggling to myself, I straightened my skirt and skipped out of my room and down the stairs. I could hear my parents laughing with Deacon in the kitchen. They had been great about what happened. More than great. They were the best parents in the universe. Understanding, sympathetic, and supportive. They accepted Deacon with open arms and trusted him to take care of me.

“Happy Halloween!” I burst into the kitchen with a grand flourish. No one had seen my completed costume, and I was so excited to show it off. I basked in the oohs and ahs.

My mom was dressed as an owl sitting in her nest. It was so cute with the nest built onto her wheelchair where she could carry a bowl of candy for the trick-or-treaters. My dad wasn’t wearing a costume—party pooper but I loved him—yet at least he had on a shirt with my company’s logo on it. Deacon… holy hell…

Deacon was dressed as a modern vampire. A sleek black suit cut precisely for his muscular body and his black hair slicked back. Pale skin, red contacts in his eyes, and fangs with just a smudge of blood at the corner of his mouth.Monster romance, you are mine tonight!

Then my smile faltered to see a black cat standing on the other side of the kitchen island. Rosemary had painted on the whiskers and pink nose, and even had a collar with a tag in the shape of a heart. I hadn’t seen her or even texted her since she found me in the agony of my heat on Sunday.

I swallowed hard as my throat suddenly grew dry. “Hi. Your costume is adorable.”

“Thanks. It’s covered in real cat hair from work today. Your costume is kickass. You outdid yourself this year.” Rosemary gave me a shy smile.

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