Page 53 of Witch of My Heart

“He doesn’t need an insight into what I’m feeling or thinking right now,” Blithe said.

“That’s true,” I laughed. “Well, if your thoughts are anything like mine, anyway.”

“I bet they’re filthier. Now where were we? Claiming vows?”

“No, no, no!” I shook my head as the heat surged from my crotch straight up my torso to my face.

“Okay,” Blithe said and started to sit up again.

“Not that,” I shook my head. “Alpha, mate, witch of my heart, not that. Yes, to the claiming vows. We can make all the promises you want. We can talk it in all the circles you want. I’m a witch. I get it. I like circles too. It’s our favorite shape and all, but just let me undress first. I think I’m going to sweat through my clothes and the bedding if I don’t.”

“Shit! Sorry, Cord,” Blithe rolled off me.

“Don’t apologize,” I laughed, the words morphing into a whimper on my lips. “I love talking to you. It’s just really freaking hot in here.”

“Want me to check the AC?” Blithe offered, but I shook my head.

“No, no, no,” I said and fumbled with the button on my pants.

“I got it,” Blithe said, knocking my hands away and undoing my fly himself.

I sighed in relief as cool air danced over me. The room was still scorching, but a bit more of my skin could breathe now. My cat stretched out and rolled onto his back inside his inner sanctum. He rolled this way and that trying to be seductive enough to catch the attention of Blithe’s wolf. If it hadn’t been so hot, I’d have told him he didn’t need to put on a show. Blithe’s attention – wolfish and otherwise – was all on us already.

“Underwear too?” Blithe asked.

“Don’t sound so uncertain. This isn’t some Pheromone Swap hookup. We’re mates. You’ve already seen me and this is forever. Please just fucking undress me before I cum at the thought of you touching me!”

Blithe blushed and a bit of guilt danced in my belly. Chiding him wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but everything inside me ached for him. In a swift motion, Blithe stripped me from the waist down and crawled off the bed to rid my feet of the evil socks locking the heat into my soles.

Hooking a hand under either knee, he spread my legs and met my gaze. I swallowed hard. Yes, I wanted him to get down to business, but now that I was naked everything was raw inside me. My legs trembled as his eyes raked down my nude body, drinking in the sight of me slick, hard, and needy.

“Fucking beautiful,” Blithe murmured, and I swallowed hard.

He sank to his knees and lifted mine to rest on his shoulders. Without warning, his tongue made those long slow strokes that it drew on my neck a few minutes ago on my inner thigh. My omegahole clenched around slick empty air, needing more. I needed him inside me, but I also wanted to know where he was going with this.

He licked my thigh, mimicking how my cat might groom him. His warm breath burnt along my nerve endings until I grated my hips up, bucking into the empty air. Blithe switched his attention to my other thigh, licking and nibbling on my flesh. His fangs grazed against my skin before disappearing almost as soon as they touched me.

“You can drink me,” I whispered.

“You’re my mate, not food,” Blithe chuckled.

“Why not both?”

“Maybe another time if you want to try it,” Blithe said in between placing warm kisses against my legs. “Not while you’re in heat. Everything’s hotter during a heat or a rut.”

“I think you might always undo me like this.”

“I hope so,” he smirked up at me before turning his teasing tongue to my balls.

My breath hitched in my throat as he pressed his tongue flat against my scrotum. His eyes flickered to mine, full of mischief. Reaching down, I found his shoulders, because I needed something to hold on to while he drove me crazy with his mouth. He dragged his tongue over the sensitive textured skin even as my nails dug into him.

“More,” I finally said and his eyes flickered back to my face.

I swallowed hard. His eyes were so hungry – so full of need. He slid his big strong hands under my ass and readjusted me so that the cool air played on my omegahole and the warm slickness pooled there. A sharp breath caught in my lungs at the sudden changes, but whooshed back out when Blithe’s warm, nimble tongue lapped at the slickness that proved just how much I wanted him.

I lost my grip on him in the new position and scrambled for the blankets to hold onto as his tongue danced around my hungry hole teasing me until I was one big ball of heat and need.He lapped at my slickness, running his tongue over the nerve endings I neglected while in survival mode.

I was about to shout that I couldn’t take any more teasing, but then he slid one hand out from under me and grabbed my cock. The pressure made me bite my lip to keep from moaning. Maybe I wouldn’t care so much about making noise if we were alone, but Duke was only a few doors down the hall from us.

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