Page 52 of The Witch's Shifter
“Rowan,” Aurora pants, face tipped toward the ceiling, eyes still hidden beneath the blindfold.
“Not yet,” I whisper, my lips slick with her wetness. “But almost.”
She whimpers longingly as I slip one finger deep inside her, followed by a second. Her walls squeeze me tight. I ease my fingers slowly in and out, continuing the rhythm as I return my focus to her swollen pink clit. It’s firm and warm beneath my tongue.
“You taste divine,” I whisper. From my position between her legs, I can just see the corners of her mouth tip up. And I decide I love this—worshiping her, denying my own pleasure in order to heap it upon her. My cock is throbbing painfully, but I resist the desire pulsing through me.
“Please make me cum.” Aurora’s voice is breathy, punctuated with gasps as I continue working my fingers into and out of her warm, wet pussy.
And I suppose it’s time—I’ve been massaging and licking and sucking her for so long that the bedroom has grown warm, the fire having chased the cold away.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
I put my lips around her clit and suck it into my mouth, using my tongue to massage it while my fingers curl inside her. Her legs are shaking harder now, and she arches her back, a moan rising in her throat.
As the fire sends our shadows dancing along the wall, she cums around my fingers with glorious fanfare, her moan rising into a beautiful cry. Her clit throbs in my mouth, her walls gripping and pulsating around me as she grows wetter. I keep working her, touching her more gently with my tongue now, but pushing my fingers as deep as my knuckles will allow them to go. I’m going to carry her as high as her body will allow.
Only when Aurora lets out a tired sigh and her legs start to go limp do I finally pull my fingers out of her and allow myself to come up for air.
She lies there on the bed, her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, breasts rising and falling as she takes deep breaths. I lickmy fingers clean of her, then stand from the bed and remove my clothing, being particularly careful with my raging hard-on. It leaps free with such demand that I wince.
Behind me, there’s a rustling of fabric as Aurora shifts on the bed. I turn to look over my shoulder and find she’s peeled off the blindfold and is rising onto her still-trembling knees to ease herself up behind me. Her tiny breasts press against me at the same time I feel her swollen belly grazing my low back.
“What are you doing?” I ask as she reaches around me, fingers brushing my low abdomen. “I intended for tonight to be aboutyourpleasure.”
“And it was.” Her voice is a fluttering whisper. “But I certainly can’t leave my knight in such a state, now can I? Especially after he served his queen so valiantly.”
My breath hitches in my chest when her hand wraps around my cock. I’m so hard and worked up, I could probably cum from her gentle grip alone. She starts stroking me from base to tip, her breath tickling me as her tongue darts out to trace the shell of my ear.
“Sir Rowan?”
“Hmm?” I grunt out, eyes closed, my body already starting to vibrate, nearing release.
She nuzzles her nose into the crook of my neck, then whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear her, “I love you.”
And that makes me cum all over her hand and the hardwood floor, dumping everything I have as my muscles tense and my knees shake.
Aurora keeps stroking me, coaxing out every last drop, rewarding me with my release. When she finally frees me, I turn to face her, and she’s wearing a shy smile, cheeks tinged with pink.
Goddess, she’s radiant.
I put my hands on either side of her head, then lean over her to press my lips against hers. They’re warm and soft and plush, the perfect fit for mine. Pulling away, I lean my forehead against hers, and I say with no hesitation, “I love you too, my queen. More than words can ever say.”
She begins to cry, and I wipe the tears away with my thumbs. After fetching her a cloth on which to wipe her hand, I help her under the blankets and then slip in beside her. Her body is just the right size for me to curl around her and pull her flush against my chest.
We lie there for some time, listening to the flames and the occasional creak of the house as the night grows cold. And I’m grateful that Aurora falls asleep, her breathing becoming deep and even, just before I hear a far-off howl. It just makes me pull her closer, as if I can keep her all to myself.
As if I don’t know he’s out there, waiting, wanting to make her his.
Chapter 27
Aurora
FAOLAN STILL HAS NOT RETURNED by the time I awaken the next morning. The couch is empty, the hearth having burned out in the night, and he’s nowhere to be found. Even the chickens don’t seem to detect him when I let them out of their coop and scatter feed all about for them to peck through.
Standing outside, I cast my gaze into the forest, with its brilliant leaves of red and yellow and gold, and I almost convince myself I see his blue eyes, but when I blink, the color is gone, as if I just imagined it amidst the deep shadows.
And as I stand there with the crisp autumn wind blowing my hair back from my face and sending shivers down my spine, I wonder if perhaps I imagined him, if Faolan will live now as only a specter in my mind, a thought of what could have been.
