Page 55 of Plus-Size Mate

“Ah, fuck, Winter!” Eddie growled, and just like that, he came deep inside her, filling her fit to bursting.

It was such a delicious sensation that Winter could have immediately gone for round two. In fact, she would have happily spent all day fucking Eddie over and over.

But when he leaned his face against her shoulder, panting for breath, she realized it was far more than that. It was more than fucking. She simply wished to be near him, and what could be nearer than having him inside her?

Silence fell over the room as their labored breathing started to subside.

Winter closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Eddie's hair between her fingers, holding him to her shoulder, practically cradling his face against her breasts.

“I could stay like this all day,” she barely dared to whisper.

When he tensed, she wished she hadn’t said anything at all. And when he straightened up, that disappointment only grew.

Still inside her, his cock rock solid as ever, Eddie reached up and cupped Winter’s cheek. “I would like nothing more than that either, but I can't help but feel like I should be—”

“With your pack,” Winter finished for him. “I understand. If something were going on with my coven, I'd want to be there, too.”

Eddie looked a little sheepishly at her as he asked, “Would you mind if we pressed pause on this so-called honeymoon?”

Winter scowled at him and shook her head. “Why do we need to press pause when I could simply come with you?”

Eddie looked more than a little shocked. “To the manor?”

Winter nodded. “Pack business is my business too now. And if you feel the need to be there, then as your mate, I should be there too.”

Eddie looked hesitant. His cock slowly slipped from her as if all the serious talk had left his libido lacking.

As he pulled up his jeans, tucking his cock back behind the buttons, he admitted, “You're right. We should both be there.”

Winter almost gasped. She hadn't ever expected him to accept it so easily. She had imagined he would forever try to keep her out of pack business simply for the fact she was a witch.

“Give me five minutes to wash?” Winter suggested, slipping off the counter as he stepped back a little. She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

How they had gotten so comfortable so quickly, she would never know. How they could go from fucking to business just like that astonished her. And yet, it didn’t feel awkward in the slightest. In a way, it was nice.

It felt somehow like home.

And that both thrilled and terrified Winter in equal measure.

What if Christopher finds a way to break the spell and all this I've been feeling is gone?Winter thought as she headed down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up.

Then, just as quickly, she reminded herself,he's locked up. He isn't breaking anything.

And besides, there was a feeling deep down in her gut. This wasn’t just because of any damn spell. The spark had been there well before she cast anything into being.

We witches don't mess with fate,she reminded herself, knowing her moral code never would have allowed her to cast a spell that would alter either of their feelings. The spell was a protection spell, not a love spell. She was confident of that much.

And with that knowledge, she realized,this might actually be real.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she found Eddie watching her with an admiring expression. Blowing him a kiss which caused him to smile, she slipped into the bathroom before she could follow through with the urge to ask him to join her.

Chapter 19 - Eddie

Walking up the hill hand in hand with Winter felt utterly surreal.

Was this how Jack and Bonnie felt? Zander and Layla? Kane and Miley? Even his sister and Hanson?

How he could ever have lived his life without knowing this kind of feeling, he wasn't sure. Yet, he knew it would have been a life entirely unfulfilled.

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