Page 39 of Witch of My Heart

“I’m going to put my hand down your pants now,” he growled in my ear.

“Please,” I nodded and wiggled under him.

Blithe’s weight shifted and he cupped my ass with one strong hand. He kneaded his fingers into my flesh, mimicking what his magic had done seconds before. I pressed against his palm, urging him on. Every inch of me tingled. My magic cooed and called for more of him. It would take everything I’d let him give me.

His thumb traced the waistband of my sweatpants. I hadn’t bothered dressing fancy to see Marcus that morning and was glad of it now. Denim would definitely have only gotten in our way.

Blithe’s weight shifted again and this time his big warm hand slid down the back of my pants. Pleasure and needshimmied up my spine as his fingers massaged into bare flesh. My legs spread from how badly I wanted to consume him with my body. His breath hitched and I glanced at him over my shoulder. His fangs were still out and I wanted them to remain that way.

“I like them” I said but didn’t get a chance to clarify what I meant as Blithe’s fingers slid between my cheeks. I froze for a second as the warm, all-consuming sensation washed over me. His fingers slipped and slid on the warm slick arousal that pooled outside my omegahole. I rocked against his fingers as they drew teasing circles. Then I pressed back hard against them, letting him know exactly what I wanted him to do.

With one hand still cupping my chin, Blithe moved to his side and took me with him. I swallowed hard as his fingers slid over my hole again before showing themselves in. Slow and deep, Blithe rocked his fingers inside of me. I moved in time with his massaging fingers, giving into the pleasure twisting around me. His fingers dug into my chin, almost hurting, as his hips moved, rubbing his still hard dick on my ass cheek. I pushed back, trying to touch as much of him as I could as everything inside me drew up into a tight coiled ball of needy pleasure.

“Close,” I mewed, drawing out the word to make sure he heard me over our heavy breathing.

“Me too, mate,” he growled in my ear, a fang scraping against my earlobe.

n“You can have blood,” I whispered. “It’s pounding so loudly in my ears – I – um- fuck me! I think I have extra.”

“No, you keep your blood inside of you where it belongs, mate,” he said, grunting the last word, but keeping his fangs away from me.

I trembled against him, as his fingers found the sweet spot and massaged like there was no tomorrow. With all his attention honed in there it was too much to hold back. I cried out, almostscreaming my pleasure without caring who was around to hear it, but Blithe dropped my chin and clamped his hand over my mouth. I bit into the pad of one of his fingers, but he didn’t seem to mind as he shuddered against me, releasing his own pleasure.

I opened my mouth to ask him to hold me but I didn’t need to. His hand disappeared from down my pants and both of his arms wrapped around me. I snuggled back into his bare chest, trying to catch my breath and flag down my runaway thoughts.

“I really hope we like the house Liam picked out,” I managed to pant.

“Huh?” Blithe asked, tightening his grip on me.

I told him about the house Marcus mentioned at therapy and he nodded.

“Wherever you want. I meant what I said. If it doesn’t work for us in the long term, we’ll add on or up, or down. Whatever you want.”

“I want you,” I whispered. “I’d also like to be able to think in a straight line again, but that’s not at the top of my list.”

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. If the magic is out there now, it’ll be out there later. Besides, it would be rude of me to ignore a note from a ghost, huh?”

“Spirit,” I whispered. “Ghosts are for hauntings. Spirit. He’s a spirit or a soul. That’s what my dad is too now.”

Most people apologized when I brought up my dad or corrected their jargon usage, but Blithe didn’t and something about that felt good. He wasn’t the one who killed him. He wasn’t the one who turned him into a spirit and became some metaphorical hungry ghost haunting my every waking moment.

Instead of apologizing, Blithe kissed my cheek.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Even more reason to not bail on the note-sender, right?”

“Probably,” I nodded too. “Do you want to see the house today?”

“I think we should,” he nodded.

“But do you want to?” I laughed and twisted in his grip to face him.

“Yes and no. I want to see it because it might be our future home. It might be our future kids’ childhood home, but mostly I want to stay right here with you. Since I discovered the hum of vampyric magic, I’ve chased it. It’s nice to finally just be for a minute. It’s fucking fantastic just to want the moment I’m actually in.”

“You wanna know what I think?” I sat up.

“Yeah, I do, actually,” Blithe said, smiling and tracing his thumb over my knee. “I have this illogical desire to know every thought that ever dances through that pretty head of yours.”

I blushed. How could he still make me blush when minutes ago his fingers were buried up my omegahole?

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