Page 54 of Witch of My Heart

“Don’t think about him,” Blithe whispered before licking me again. “Just think about me and you and all the things we can do now that we’ve found each other.”

“Don’t want him thinking about us right now,” I laughed.

“I’m his cousin. Believe me. He’s trying not to think about us right now,” Blithe whispered.

“Good.”

Keeping his gaze locked to mine, Blithe squeezed and stroked my dick. Each thrust of his wrist brought down a new spiral of pleasure over me. I grated my hips, pushing my dick into his fist.

“You too,” I said, reaching out a hand for him.

“Me too, what?” he smirked.

“I want to touch you too,” I said.

“You’ll get to,” he nodded.

“I know I will,” I said and pushed myself up onto my elbows.

I beckoned to my mate with the come-hither of a finger and he rose up for a kiss letting my knees down. We kissed hard and I shifted my weight onto my knees for a better angle. Then I scooted to the edge of the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed harder, our tongues dancing between our mouths, and I took advantage of how distracted he was to get what I wanted. I slid my hands down to his shoulders first.

My thumb slid over his squishy claiming gland filled with the clear magical fluid that would bond us for this lifetime and was distracted for a second. I breathed in deep, wondering whatmemories it stored, but decided it didn’t matter. Blithe knew the worst day of my life and he hadn’t run away yet. He was tougher than some memory.

His warm hand slid down my belly to my dick, urging me to move on with my plan. I moved from touching his shoulders to touching his sides. He murmured something I couldn’t make out against my lips, but my hands were already on the move. I traced the muscular V that led down to his hard dick. He was strong and firm and if I stopped too long to think about how delicious every part of him made me feel I’d never get anywhere.

I slid my hand down and squeezed his thick hard cock through his pants. Blithe swallowed hard and lashed his tongue around my mouth in a fury. Sliding his hand down my back to my ass, he pulled me closer to him. His teeth ground against my mouth as we kissed. The little scratches stung, but that was okay, because I couldn’t get enough of him either.

I undid his fly and let his pants fall to the floor. Once I got things going, Blithe was happy to oblige me. He stripped out of his boxershorts and gathered up all the loose clothes we stripped off. They thudded onto the chest of drawers with our shirts and I didn’t think about where they went again for days.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Blithe

I’d never seen a man look so hungry as Cord did when he sank down onto all fours on our new bed. He gripped my hip for leverage and took my dick in his other hand. I’d been throbbing since the chase began in the backyard. Blood pounded into my dick as if it could sing loud enough to draw Cord’s attention to it.

I let my lids drift half-closed as he stroked me, slowly at first, getting the lay of the land. Cord’s hand was soft, his grip firm. He knew what he liked and I loved that about him already. His magic slid along with his hand, dancing on my shaft. It’s almost like he touched and stroked every inch of me all at once.

Heat already raged through him making his skin scorching. His tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick across the head of my dick and I sucked in a sharp breath. His mouth was even warmer than his hands. He tightened his grip on me as my hips thrust forward seeking out more than he wanted to give me just yet. Then his fist tightened around my dick, a silent way of telling me to hold still. I was trying, but with each touch and lick, my instincts to thrust toward him revved up another notch.

I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to think about anything else except how fucking glorious his tongue was when it drew circles like that. He licked away a drop of pre-cum he coaxed out of me and I groaned, thrusting forward again.

“Come lay down. You’re too squirmy,” Cord laughed and pulled me back onto the bed with him.

“You’re one to talk,” I shook my head.

“Yeah, and you just about had me pinned to the bed.”

He shot me a look of frustration, but the purrs vibrating up his throat gave away how happy he was. I stretched out on myback, but pulled him to me. I loved his tongue teasing my cock, but I wanted another kiss before he resumed his playtime.

We kissed long and hard. Cord’s hands rested on my shoulders. He found my claiming gland again and drew protective spirals over the taut skin.

“Now behave so I can suck your dick,” he grinned, sliding down my body, pushing my legs apart to make room for himself.

This time Cord didn’t play around with teasing licks. He placed a firm kiss against the hard head of my dick and locked his gaze to mine. Then came the full force of his soft, giving mouth sliding down me.

“Fuck,” the word hissed out of me.

Cord’s warm tongue pressed flat against my shaft making it impossible to think of anything else. Not that I wanted to anyway. He caressed and rubbed my thigh and hip with his free hand as his mouth slid up and down working me over. Even in human form, his tongue was slightly textured – rubbing against me and waking up sensations I didn’t know were possible. I grated my hips, trying to find more room in his soft mouth, but Cord pressed his palm against my inner thigh and I held back as well as I could.

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