Page 85 of The Powerless Witch

Whimpering impatiently, she moved her hips, grinding against my hand in search of friction. I tightened my hold around her throat enough to make her eyes go wide, pushing her up until she was standing on her toes.

“Roman…” she whimpered in that low, raspy voice of hers that made it hard to refuse anything she wanted.

“You’ll get it. Don’t rush me,” I whispered, giving her an open-mouthed kiss. “Open your legs.”

She did as she was told immediately, almost losing her footing. I held back a chuckle, sliding my fingers over her clit before dipping two of them right in. Hell, she was so fucking warm that I was afraid my dick was going to melt once I put it inside of her. It didn’t matter, it would be worth it. It would be fucking worth it even if I died from it.

Her first orgasm was going to be quick and easy; I owed her that much after what happened. The next, however…they were going to be mine to take.

I added another finger, rubbing the ball of my hand against her clit while I started pumping in and out in a quick, steady rhythm. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a smile pulled on her lips as she arched her back, giving me a better angle. A loud moan tore from her pretty mouth when I found her g-spot and her fingers dug into my arms as I started massaging it. Pretty soon, her body shook with tremors and I looked back at her face so I could watch her as she came. To my surprise, I found her peering up at me, her face flushed and gaze burning with lust and magic stronger than I had ever seen before.

Our eyes met, and I was just about to push her over the edge when her lips parted, and the last words I ever expected to hear rolled over her tongue.

“I love you.”

The surprise hit me so hard, I might have stopped to stare, but then she was screaming her release, her knees buckling under the power that shot out of her. The room filled with a scent so sweet and scorching, it felt like all air had been dispersed to make space. The wards on the place strained, buzzing in alarm, but I kept my focus on my witch as she crumbled into my arms, panting heavily.

“What did you just say?” I whispered, stupidly aware of how shaky my own voice sounded. I knew she felt it, the bond between us confirmed it, but to hear her say it out loud, uncoerced by my teasing or any threat to her—or her pleasure—was as satisfying as sinking my teeth into her slender neck or feeling her come on my cock. More even.

Celeste continued to pant, her eyes locked on the floor even though there was no way she didn’t hear me. I slipped a finger under her chin, pushing it up until those blazing green eyes met mine. I didn’t have to repeat my question; I could see the struggle on her face already.

“I love you,” she said breathlessly. “I’m sorry it tookme so long to say it.”

I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against hers. I had thought that there was nothing that could make me happier than having her accept me and our bond. But hearing this…

“I love you too,” I whispered, pressing my lips to hers. She sighed as if she had been holding her breath, and kissed me gently. I immersed myself in this feeling, in this moment, until I felt another wave of magic burst from her, making my skin itch.

Pulling back, I met her bleary gaze just when her fingers tightened on the lapels of my shirt.

I picked her up without another word, striding to the inner room. The doors separating the antechamber from the burial chamber at the back weren’t as big or as heavy, so I opened them with one hand, striding inside and letting her down. She looked around the place with curiosity, and I smirked when I noticed her eyes widening. Shrugging off my shirt and jacket, I pulled the door closed and stepped behind her. I cupped her breast with one hand, the other one palming her sensitive mound and making her shiver as I teased her swollen clit.

“I’m going to put those chains on you,” I whispered while she continued to stare at the pair that was hanging from the wall. It hadn’t been put there for such purposes, but it would do just fine. “Then I’m going to fuck that magic out of you. Because you are not going to die today, Celeste. I’m not going to let you.”

I pulled my arm to her waist, spinning her around. Her eyes were hungry and impatient, her mouth already parted in an eager yes.

“What about the witches and the spell?” she asked, her eyes darting to the door behind me as if she was considering leaving.

I smirked as I caught her chin, forcing her to look back at me.

“They can wait until tomorrow.” I pressed my thumb against her mouth in a silent command for her to open it, and she did—only to bite my finger. A dark chuckle rumbled through my chest while she held my gaze with a challenge, and at that moment, I couldn’t think of a single thing I would change about this situation. Well, maybe except one.

“On your knees, my darling witch. This is going to be a long night.”

Chapter 37

Isaac

‘Isaac.’

I jumped as the voice startled me from my thoughts, quiet but full of need and desperation. Looking around in confusion, I found Alice staring at me with worried eyes, her lips pursed together.

“What?” I breathed.

“I asked if you are badly hurt,” my sister replied, looking me over from head to toe again. “If there isn’t anything serious, you’ll have to wait. There are four in critical condition and…”

Right, right. We had narrowly escaped the humans that had surrounded Regina’s residence. I wasn’t sure what became of the other shifters and if they got out in time—I wasn’t sure if any bodies were left behind, apart from Regina’s—but it didn’t matter.

We won. The Head Witch of the Coven of the Hallowed Goddess was dead.

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