Page 61 of Witch of My Heart

“If you’d give it to me already, I promise to enjoy it! You can spank me if I don’t,” I laughed.

My gaze locked to his fist now stroking his own cock, coating himself in my slickness. I wanted to tell him I’d do it for him and that I was so slick he wouldn’t need extra help getting in, butBlithe shifted his weight forward as if he too had enough with all the waiting we had to do. We’d been waiting our whole adult lives after all.

I settled my head and shoulders onto the pillows as he pressed the thick mushroom-shaped head of his cock against my hungry hole. I sighed, letting the sound roll down my body as he rubbed against me. A hiss escaped me as he probed into me -stretching me open as he eased in aided by my slickness. He gave a gentle thrust, and I swallowed hard as his dick made room for itself. Another few thrusts and I was filled up. Blithe touched every nerve ending inside of me lighting me up like a bonfire.

He rested one big cool hand over my heart as our bodies found their rhythms. My heart pounded against his palm as if it might break through my skin to touch him. I ran my hands over his chest and abs. I needed to touch every inch of him – to leave my scent all over him so that the world knew he was mine and we belonged together. Tears stung my eyes as he lowered himself down getting closer to me as our hips still moved together.

He buried his face in my neck, kissing and licking me, and letting his fangs graze over my flesh. His fangs brought glorious chills to my neck and shoulders, tricking my brain into thinking the air around my flesh was cooler than it actually was.

“Alpha?” The word burnt my dry throat.

“Yes, mate?” he growled against my flesh.

“You’ve proven you’ll be here, that you’ll protect me and the babies – all the babies we might have in the future. You’ve showed me that my magic is still as strong as it ever was and that neither of us probably know what we can actually do if we put our hearts to it. I want you to claim me, Blithe. I need you to claim me. Bite me and claim me for the rest of our lives – for every life that will come after this one too.”

“I love you, Cord,” Blithe growled against my flesh.

If he were anyone except my true-mate, I’d have laughed him off. It’d been days since we met, but that was only in this lifetime. We’d known each other for damn near forever. The magic tugging us toward each other was all the proof I needed of that – all the proof I’d ever need.

“I love you too, Blithe,” I said as he kissed his way down my neck one more time before sliding his mouth over my shoulder.

His fangs glided across my flesh bringing back the chilly goosebumps as he sought out my claiming gland. A purr vibrated up my throat when he finally pressed his lips against it in a firm kiss. The clear magical fluid inside the gland jiggled and sloshed around under the taut skin.

“I will never leave you to fight any battle on your own, mate,” he growled against my skin before sinking his fangs into my gland.

The sting spread over my skin like warm honey or maybe that was the clear magical fluid that sprang forth to run in tiny rivulets and streams over my flesh. Blithe chased each one of them down, his throbbing cock still rocking inside me. I held onto him tight and focused on the physical sensations of our lovemaking. Whatever the magic showed him was his business. It was as unpredictable as what a drunken uncle might say at a family reunion. The magic would show him whatever he needed to see to make us both feel less crazy about falling in love and lust so soon after meeting.

“Your mind is fucking amazing, mate,” he murmured against my neck when he’d lapped up all my claiming gland had to give.

“Can I see inside of your soul?” I asked, my heart pounding against my ribs.

“Be my guest,” he said, leaning his head to the side and bearing his neck and shoulder to me.

His thrusting slowed to a crawl as I kissed and licked his gland. He murmured something about my textured tongue tickling, and I chuckled despite how hot I was and how desperately I wanted to complete our vows and open our mating link.

My cat purred, pressing up against my ribs, before letting me borrow one of his canines. I couldn’t help myself. I bit him hard. The clear fluid inside the gland exploded in my mouth – it was vanilla and blood swirled into one delicious combination dancing on my tongue. His memories exploded in a warm gush too. There were too many faces to keep track of and I only recognized a handful of them. Blithe’s childhood was a warm blanket of family and magic. There were some sibling and cousin rivalries here and there, but nothing that cracked open his extended family. He loved them as much as I loved my dad. Magic zipped around him and his memories just as it had our cottage back home. He was everything he showed me he was since we met and more. This was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I didn’t ever want to let go of him again.

“Hey, mate,”he whispered over our mating link.

“Hey. You’re in my head.”

“I think this is the shared space between our heads, thank you very much,”he teased.

With our link wide open, I clung to him as his thrusts came faster and sank deeper into me. My body longed for more of him, even as he gave himself to me over and over. The scorching fire of heat danced over my skin, prickling me with sweat, but I still held onto my mate. Pleasure and friction coiled around us, urging us ever closer to the edge of oblivion.

With our mating link wide open our pleasure mingled and entangled. It rained down over us in a single static filled storm. It raged within like a wildfire waiting to consume us both.

Reaching between our bodies, Blithe wrapped his hand around my dick and stroked in time with his fast, hard thrusts. The fire burnt along my thighs and balls. It burnt hot with each slide of Blithe’s hand. He grunted over me, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Whimpers, moans, and purrs all morphed into an incomprehensible stream of little words even I couldn’t keep track of.

Blithe’s throbbing cock twitched inside me, signaling he was close. My hungry omegahole clamped down around him, amping up the friction. I bit my lip until I tasted blood as his fist stroked faster and faster and the pressure of his grip tightened.

“Fuck! Blithe!” I called out when I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Fuck! I love you!”

“I love you too, mate,” he murmured through gritted teeth, still thrusting hard and fast into my body, seeking out his own pleasure.

The proof of how much I enjoyed our first time covered his fist and both of our bellies, warm to the touch even against my heat scorched skin. I clung to him as he thrust deep into me. His orgasm was tension in the air as he twitched inside of me again. He thrust quicker burning me up with friction until his warm sticky seed finally exploded inside of me.

“I love you. I love you so much, mate,” Blithe whispered as we rode out the tail end of our lovemaking until there wasn’t another drop of pleasure to be milked from either of us.

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