Page 8 of Knot the Witch Next Door

His arms wrapped around me and pulled me hard against him. I pushed off my wrap and slid my hands up his muscled arms and over his shoulders. So big and strong. The power in his body, and yet as he started to lay me back, the tenderness.

Deacon wiggled between my legs, but before he could fully settle, a stab of mortification at my physical state hit me. I squeezed my thighs before he could settle onto me. “Wait. My slick.” I didn’t want to soil his clothes like I did mine. “I’m wet.”

“Mmm, very wet.” It came out as almost a purr. Deacon slipped a hand down my body and between my legs to rub my aching pussy beneath the soaked material of my leggings. I gasped and he kissed me, nipping at my lower lip. “I love it. I love the way you smell. And I know I’m going to love the way you taste.”

God, I was lost to him. I kissed him eagerly in return as my hips thrust up against his hand. Back and forth he stroked me, slow at first, but then faster and rougher. All coherent thought left my head as the entire universe became the gorgeous Alpha pressed to me and the pleasure he was bringing me.

One upstroke went high as he pushed his hand down into the front of my leggings and panties. The sudden feeling of his hand on my bare pussy had me crying out and squirming as if my whole body was demanding to be touched all over.

“So hot,” Deacon murmured as he teased my slit. “Just for me.”

All for him. Not even the best monster romance had ever made me this aroused.

Worrying thoughts flitted through my mind like bats. What if it was just our Alpha and Omega instincts driving us like some of my classmates thought at the COOP? What if this wasn’t what he really wanted?

His finger dipped into me and I was at his mercy again. My body screamed for him to take me, for him to knot me and make me his.

“Deacon,” I could barely get his name out. My heart pounded so loud it echoed in my ears along with his deep breaths and little groans. “I need you now.”

“You need me to eat you now?” He raised his brows and grinned. How could this man get any more sexy? My mind was so blown, I couldn’t even reply.

He shifted off of me and I nearly cried when he removed his hand from my pants. With his eyes raking up and down my body, he slipped off my left shoe and then the right. Leaning in, he stole another kiss as he hooked the elastic of my leggings with his fingers and eased them off along with my panties.

The chilly night air coaxed goosebumps to erupt on my exposed skin. If I’d known this was going to happen, I’d worn something other than my cartoon skeleton panties, but Deacon hadn’t even glanced at my clothes. He was very clearly focused on my glistening groin.

He tossed my bottoms, nearly sending them out the back window, and nudged my legs apart so that I was completely bare before him. He growled, kneeling as if in worship. I’d never felt more vulnerable nor more powerful in my life.

His head was suddenly between my legs and his tongue lapped at my pussy. I squealed as my pelvis jerked up and he thrust his tongue into me. Deacon wound his arms around my legs and locked me in place with my rear about an inch off thefloor. He sucked on every bit of me and drenched himself in my slick.

My legs kicked and my toes curled. “Oh yes!” I never knew it would feel so incredible. “Deacon, more. Please!”

His tongue delved deeper, circling and driving in and out. One hand looped over my thigh and he flicked his thumb over my clit. I nearly lost it and flailed, knocking over the candies near me.

Sucking and rubbing, he didn’t stop. He buried his face so firmly against me, I wasn’t sure how he was able to breathe. His soft lips and wicked tongue were topped off by his agile thumb. No way would my tiny vibrator ever be enough anymore.

It was a million times more powerful than any sugar high and hotter than any bubbling cauldron. My back arched as I clutched at his thick hair. Everything in me tightened.

And all at once, it released.

I writhed and shuddered like a woman possessed, but the only being that commanded me was this drop-dead gorgeous devil between my legs. The things he could do with just his mouth alone could topple worlds. My orgasm kept going, and he wasn’t stopping.

Fuck, I never wanted it to end.

CHAPTER SIX - Deacon

Divine. It was the only word that described Carmilla. Between her legs, I was in heaven.

The sweetness of her slick invaded all of my senses. I was addicted. Every instinct urged me to cover myself in her juices and fill her with mine. My cock was so hard it hurt as it throbbed.

“More,” she whimpered and rocked her hips against my mouth.

If I thought that making her come by eating her out would be enough to ease her heat, I would have gathered her to me and held her as she came down from that high. But an Omega’s heat was about her drive to mate. If she was demanding more, there was only one thing that would satisfy her.

And fuck, I wanted nothing more.

When her trembling eased, I kissed up from her sweet pussy over her abdomen, pushing her sweater upwards. Her pale skin was flushed and hot despite the chill of the night. Her hands moved over my head and through my hair. Every little touch was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

She murmured my name, softly begging for me to take her. Everything in me roared to become an animal, to not just fuck her, but to make her my mate. She was mine. No one in this world would ever touch her except for me.

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