Page 19 of Dewitched

Still lavishing attention on his mate, he stretched his arm over his head to search the nightstand for the little plastic bottle he’d left there earlier. By the time he had crawled into bed, he had been in no mood to use it, but thank the gods he’d grabbed it from his suitcase.

He flipped the cap open with his thumb and flipped the tube over to squeeze a generous amount of gel onto his fingers. Then he resumed his position, cradled between Owen’s thighs, and urged him to bend his knees. Circling the tight rosette with one slick finger, he captured the bulbous head of his mate’s cock between his lips and traced the edge with this tongue.

Owen bowed up from the mattress, a strangled groan trapped in his throat, as he buried his fingers in Fenix’s hair again. He didn’t thrust or try to take control, but every slight movement of his body was a silent plea for more.

Only too happy to accommodate, he breached the guarding ring of muscles, working past the constriction until his finger glided easily into the velvety channel. Moving his mouth in tandem with his hand, he worked Owen from both ends, pumping and sucking until he had him teetering on the very edge.

With Owen’s moans echoing throughout the room, and his sweet body primed for release, Fenix couldn’t wait any longer. Sliding his fingers free, he slicked his length and dragged his mate onto his lap to straddle his hips.

When he sank into his hot, tight channel, it took every modicum of self-control he possessed not to thrust into him like the beast he was. His heart leaped into a wild gallop, his muscles strained against the resistance, and his head spun as his entire world narrowed to the point where their bodies joined.

Aching, hungry, bordering on desperate, he rocked his hips, driving up into his mate with long, steady strokes. In return, Owen wrapped around him, holding him by the neck and locking his legs around Fenix’s waist. He held tight, accepting everything Fenix could give him while pleading for more.

As he neared the pinnacle, he inserted a hand between their sweat-slicked bodies and fisted Owen’s cock, jerking him in time to every demanding thrust. His own growls and grunts mingled with his mate’s whimpers and moans, creating an erotic symphony that spurred him to the finish line.

Unable to hold back a second longer, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled himself into Owen’s depths. Then, with a deep, rumbling growl, he lowered his head and clamped his mouth onto the apex of the mage’s shoulder. His sharp canines easily pierced the sensitive skin, and another intense orgasm slammed into him when copper bathed his tongue.

Owen screamed, and his inner walls convulsed as volley after volley of warm semen spurted from his cock to paint Fenix’s hand and abdomen.

Once the high faded, he slumped limply into Fenix’s arms, panting heavily against the side of his neck. He looked so sweet, so sated, but there was still one thing left to do.

Sliding a knuckle under his chin, Fenix tilted his mate’s head up. Then he nicked the side of his tongue on one of his canines and leaned in to slant their mouths together. He kept the kiss soft and gentle, stroking into Owen’s mouth with languid glides meant to soothe rather than excite.

Pure, incandescent light filled him, the rays warm and radiant as their bond snapped into place. He felt the strands of fate untangling and reweaving themselves, forming a single unbreakable thread from his soul to Owen’s.

“I feel weird,” his mate murmured long minutes later. “Why am I so sleepy?”

Though he didn’t realize it, his body was currently undergoing an enormity of changes. When the transformation completed, he would be stronger, faster, more resilient. He’d heal more quickly, and he’d never succumb to common human ailments.

The process didn’t hurt, but it could be extremely taxing.

“You need to rest,talei.”

“I don’t think I can move.”

Fenix gathered him close and rested his cheek on the top of his mate’s head. “Don’t worry. You’re exactly where you belong.”

Chapter seven

Despite being sore—in allthe right places—Owen awoke feeling better than he had in too long to remember.

He figured that was partly due to his paranormal upgrade. While he didn’t necessarily feel stronger or more athletic, he could definitely sense the difference. The biggest change being that he could clearly see the time on the alarm clock, even though he hadn’t put on his glasses yet.

No more expensive frames? No more contact lenses? Amazing.

“Mm,”Fenix whispered into his mind.“Good morning,talei.Did you sleep well?”

Holy fucking hell. It hadn’t been a dream. He was really mated now. Like, a hundred percent, all in, fully bonded, no take backs mated. Fenix washis. All his. No one could take him away. No one could separate them.

“It’s too early to have so many thoughts.”

Owen blushed to the tips of his ears as he buried his face against the side of the shifter’s neck. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

The sound of sleepy laughter filled the room, and Fenix’s chest rumbled with his amusement. “Well, to allay your fears, yes, we are no take backs mated now.” He tugged gently on Owen’s hair until he lifted his head and met his gaze. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” He threw his arms around his mate’s neck and crushed their mouths together in a heated kiss.

For a moment, he worried he was being too bold, but his concerns vanished when Fenix rolled him onto his back with a possessive growl and took the kiss deeper. All too soon, though, he broke away with a hushed curse.

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