Page 53 of The Witch's Spell
“Wait,” I say.
She tips her head at me.
“I want to watch.”
“Me touch myself?” Her tone is tinged with shyness, and if there were more light in the room, I believe her cheeks would be turning pink.
Instead of answering, I scoot back, Aurora still in my lap, and ease myself against the pillows so I can gaze up at her.
“Okay,” I say. “Go ahead.”
She starts slowly, seeming bashful. As she first begins touching herself, fingers circling her swollen clit, she seems unsure where to look, her face turning one way, then the other. Her teeth bite down on her lower lip.
“Pretend I’m not here,” I whisper, though my dick is still buried inside her, twitching and begging for release. “Pleasure yourself like you would if you were alone.”
Aurora takes a deep breath. Then she closes her eyes.
And I watch as she loses herself in her own pleasure. She braces one hand on my stomach. Slowly, she rides me, matching the pace of her fingers as she strokes her clit. Her bottom lip is still trapped between her teeth, her forehead furrowing delicately.
I keep my hands to myself, not wanting to distract her. But with each heavy breath and stroke of her pussy along my cock, I struggle to hold myself back.
“You’re getting harder,” she says, voice breathy in the dark.
“Shh,” I whisper. “Focus.”
Her lips turn up in the corners. “Are you trying to give your queen orders, Sir Rowan?”
“Yes. And I order you to make yourself cum.” Just saying it almost makes me fill her up, but I resist.
Her smile melts away. Her lips part as she tips her head back, long hair tumbling along her spine in the darkness. The fingers braced against my stomach curl, and Aurora’s nails claw into my skin. But the pain only heightens the sensations, and I’m at my edge when her breath catches.
Then she does just as I ordered.
Her warmth spills around me, and in return, I let myself go, release everything I have inside her spasming pussy.
And it’s more than a physical release; it’s a letting go of everything I’ve kept bottled up for so long, a release of all the baggage I’ve had draped along my shoulders for these many years.
And in the darkness, I shed one final tear. It slips from my eye and down the side of my face to fall upon the pillow beside me. But this time, it’s one of relief, of knowing that everything is going to be okay, and that Aurora will be here with me every step of the way.
Chapter 27
Aurora
LAST NIGHT, AFTER MAKING LOVE with Rowan, I fell asleep beside him and was consumed by a dreamless sleep. But when I awoke, everything came crashing back in: the fog, Yule, the Highcliffs, Thorne and his pain potions, Cathal and Orla, the baby.
Now, as Faolan and I walk through the snow-covered woods, my arm looped through his, I can’t seem to banish the worries from my mind.
“You’re upset,” Faolan says without looking down at me. He’s wearing a warm woolen cloak, and his long black hair is pulled into a low knot at the base of his neck, revealing both his sharp jawline and part of the scar Cathal gave him months ago.
I don’t want to lie to him—I couldn’t even if I wanted to, what with our mate bond revealing all of my feelings whether I intend for it to or not. A breath puffs from my lips and condenses in the cold air.
“Yes.”
“The fog?”
“Partly.” I slow my feet, my boots coming to rest in the snow beneath the bare aspens and towering pines. The air smells cold, and ice fractals still cling to the shady areas, kept alive by the chill temperature. We’ve still not hit our lowest temps of the year; it’ll be February or March before we start the hopeful dance toward spring’s warmth. Until then, I expect more snow and even colder days.
Faolan slows with me, and he turns to look down, his eyes vibrant blue in the pale winter sunlight. “What else?”
