Page 28 of The Witch's Rite
“Alden,” she whispers, voice edging into a whine. She huffs out a breath, making the green hair stuck to her cheek flutter.
“Hmm?” My lips pull up on one side as I twirl one fingertip through the wetness gathering between her legs. She spreads her knees a bit more, begging without a word leaving her lips.
“Stop making me wait,” she whispers and lifts her hips off the bed slightly, pressing her warmth into my palm.
“All right, little witch.”
Finally, I press through her tightness and sink one finger into her. She lets out a fluttering sigh, eyes falling closed. Slowly, I move my finger in and out of her, my gaze on her expression. There’s a little wrinkle in her brow, and the look on her face now reminds me of the looks she used to give me before we first touched or tasted each other, when I was still keeping my distance from her—partly annoyed, partly determined.
As she softens around my finger, I add another, stretching her out. Beside me on the bed, she fists the sheet.
A thought enters my mind: Did Rowan have her squirming like this last night, legs spread, soaking the bed beneath her? Didhe wrap his hands around her waist and drive himself into her from behind?
Perhaps the thought should evoke anger in me, but instead, I almost... like it. Thinking of her with another man makes my cock throb. Maybe it’s the innate competitive nature inside me, or the idea that I have to keepearningher love and affection each day if I want to get to be beside her like this, get to beinsideher. I know she likely doesn’t look at it that way, would probably give me one of those irritated looks she gets if I told her these thoughts, but still... I think it turns me on.
“Tell me,” I whisper, still pushing my fingers deep inside her, “what did you do with Rowan last night?”
Her green eyes open, and a look of bewilderment crosses her flushed face.
“Wh-what?”
“Did he touch you like this?” I ask, curling my fingers inside her until she lets out a whimper.
Still looking unsure, she nods, cheeks going a deeper shade of pink.
“And like this?” Pulling my fingers out of her, I shift my focus to the tiny pink bud that’s just begging to be touched. As soon as I take it between my fingers, she closes her eyes and moans, spreading her knees farther. I roll her clit between my fingers, delighting in the way her lips part in a silent breath. “Did he do this?” I ask.
Not opening her eyes, she shakes her head, hair sprawled all across the pillow.
“No?” One of my brows arches up. “How’d he get you off, then?”
There’s a moment of quiet in which I can hear the birds singing outside and the creak of the cottage as it warms up in the morning sun. Aurora opens her eyes, just barely, and her look is equal parts smoldering and shy.
“He . . . used his mouth,” she whispers.
Now I’m picturing his head between her legs, her lips parted in a moan, and I’m hardening again. Shifting on the mattress, I kneel between her legs, and she sits up on her elbows to watch me guide my cock to her opening. When I push inside her, her pussy so tight around my cock I can barely fit, she trembles and falls back onto the bed.
But no matter how good this feels for me, it’s time to focus on her.
I brace myself with one hand and use the other to tease her clit slowly, softly. I circle it, roll it between my fingers, then press the pads of my fingers over top of it. All the while, I push myself slowly deeper, easing into her as her body relaxes enough to let me in.
“Th-there,” she whispers, eyes closed.
“Here?” I shift my hips, pushing a bit deeper into her, then pull back, keeping myself inside her the whole time.
Instead of answering, she just nods.
I fall into a rhythm—thrusting gently into her, playing with her clit as it swells with my touch. Again, I watch her face: head tipped back, lips open, both hands grabbing the sheets. And when her breathing goes quiet and her legs tense up on either side of my hips, I push myself deep inside her and feel the walls of her pussy clench around me as she moans and arches her back.
And I can’t hold myself back.
I cum again, but I’m not so sure anything comes out. My muscles clench and I close my eyes, and it takes both of us a few moments to catch our breath.
When I pull out of her, my dick is dripping, and a puddle has formed beneath her. She sees it and lets out a tiny giggle.
“I suppose I’ll be doing laundry today,” she says. Her gaze flicks to the window. “Hopefully it won’t rain.”
Laughing, I wrap her in my arms and fall back onto the bed, loving the feel of her cuddling up beside me, the way her head fits perfectly in the space between my arm and my chest.
