Page 64 of Forced Plus-Size Mate

I look down at Amanda’s beautiful face, and I know I don’t regret a single thing. I’d fight an entire pack of hellhounds to keep her by my side.

Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.

I’m wondering if I can slip out of bed without waking Amanda when she stirs in my arms, yawning and slowly opening her eyes. Their tropical shade captures me, the thrill of it exactly that same as the first time I ever looked into them.

Caribbean blue… like diving into still, perfect blue pools, warm and ringed with pure white sand…

“Morning,” she mumbles, smiling. “What time is it?”

“No idea. I only just woke up myself. Do you want me to check?”

“Not yet.”

She snuggles closely against me, putting her cheek against my chest. I hear a sigh escape her lips as she listens to my heartbeat, her fingertips lightly tracing my back.

“How do you feel?” I ask.

“A bit of a headache, but I’m okay.”

“We should get a doctor to look at you. Or a healer. Could Lucy—”

“I’m perfectly capable of monitoring myself,” she mutters. “You know human doctors can’t help us in these situations.”

“What do you mean, monitor?”

“Oh, I can turn my awareness inside and check on my internal organs. I can even actively heal myself, if the overall effort doesn’t exceed the benefit. I can do it with other people, too. Most witches can.”

“That sounds like a handy skill to have.”

“Not always. It can actually get in the way if I’m trying to exert myself, but managing that awareness is all part of using magic.”

“And you’re the strongest?”

“Well. That’s a relative term. The most adept. Of all the others, I have the most talents, and I’m exceptional with all ofthem. The other girls have mostly focused on one particular skill and gotten really good at it, instead of learning a lot of them.”

“You don’t need to convince me of how special you are,” I whisper, leaning down.

Amanda smiles and turns her face up to mine, pulling me closer for a kiss. When our lips touch, there is a slight jolt to it, a shock that runs through my body.

This has been happening ever since she got back, and it’s getting stronger. It must be magic.

It’s electric but not painful, and it sends warmth spreading through my veins. Arousal burns through me, streaking from my mouth, to my hands, across my belly, and down into my cock.

I was already afflicted with the usual condition of the morning… didn’t need any help there!

Amanda giggles a little as she reaches down and caresses me, teasing the head of my cock with her fingertips and gripping the shaft. I run my hands along her waist, reaching down to squeeze her ass while my other hand finds her breasts.

As I push forward to roll her over, she gasps, frowning suddenly. I pull back immediately.

“Are you okay?”

“Just sore, in my neck and around the back of my head. I’m alright.”

“Not alright enough for strenuous activity,” I say firmly. “You relax, and I’ll get you some breakfast. Tea or coffee?”

“Tea, please. Very strong. I want to argue with you that our activity doesn’t have to be strenuous, but we both know that’s not true, so?” She makes a little shrug with her hands.

I kiss her gently, brushing back her tangled, curly hair. “I promise to restrain you, as well as myself, until you’re fully healed.”

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