Page 31 of Witch’s Heart

He pressed a second finger inside her.

A wash of indecision spread across her expression, but there was enough there that he saw it. She would forgive him, and perhaps she already had.

“Good girl. I’m going to let you come now.” Standing, he worked her with his fingers. He slicked the thumb of his other hand through her arousal. He paused at the ring of muscle at her ass, begging to be breached, then pressed in. She moaned in pleasure, arching her back to further accommodate him. The moment he filed both holes, she jerked and cried out, then instantly contracted around him.

He couldn’t help the warm satisfaction bursting in his chest. He’d gone too easy on her, letting her have that one. But damn, it felt good knowing he could please her like this.

Before she had the chance to fully come down from her high, he tore at the ties on his pants, his cock springing free. A groan spilled from his mouth. He planted himself at her entrance and took her with a single thrust.

She cried out at the sudden intrusion.

It had been more than a month since he’d filled her and fucking fuck fuck fuck. She felt good. His entire body seized and he stilled, his breaths ragged. His balls tightened, his seed threatening to shoot up his cock. He needed a moment to collect himself or he’d explode in a single thrust.

Slowly, torturously, he pulled out to the head, then slammed back inside her. She moaned, the sound long and drawn out, his needy witch. He buried himself again, all the way to the hilt. So deep, just like he’d promised, to ensure that she forgot she’d ever been angry with him. So that he forgot how incensed he was for her, because in reality, he was fucking weak for this female.

His hips took up a relentless pace, pushing everything from his mind but the promise of all consuming pleasure. A familiar tingling sensation formed at the base of his spine, radiating outward. He flexed the muscles in his legs, pounding into her harder.

His body went rigid, his seed sizzling up the length of his shaft. He roared his release just as another captured Mina, taking them both. Stars danced in his vision, making him light headed. He braced a hand on the wall to keep steady. Mina went limp. He hooked a bracing arm around her middle, holding her unconscious form to him as his cock pulsed a few more times in her warm cunt, spilling what remained of him.

Then he took several deep breaths, inhaling the scent of her.

He made quick work of the straps restraining her, using one hand to replace her pants and then his own. He scooped her perfect, unconscious form into his arms and kicked the stable door open, striding out into the night.

He didn’t care that Kam Tierney was waiting on the opposite side of the courtyard, or that the male had probably heard everything. He merely gave him a nod to let him know he could finish with the horses. Then he took his witch and carefully put her to bed. In their bed. Right where she belonged.

Chapter 11

Mina

I regained consciousness in fits and starts. I’d fallen asleep—I must have. It was careless. Had I slept too long? Had our pursuers caught up to us?

No, that wasn’t quite right.

I was too warm. My clothes were gone. I wasn’t sure how that was possible. And…I wasn’t on the ground, but in a soft bed, with a furnace of a body wrapped around me. Flesh to flesh.

A familiar body, one I would know anywhere.

I blinked awake and everything came rushing back. Rixon’s punishment. Our incredible sex. The blinding orgasm I’d had.

Had I…? Why didn’t I remember anything afterward? Had he put me to bed?

I turned to find Rixon gazing at me. There was a wariness lurking in his eyes. It was probably my fault. We hadn’t exactly talked.

“You fell unconscious,” he said before I could speak. “Must have been a good orgasm.”

His proud expression did things to me. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, fighting a smile. It had been good. The best yet, and that was saying something, because sex with Rixon⁠—

Well, I didn’t think it was like the kind of sex most other people had. I mean, come on, I’d seen flashes of light dancing behind my eyelids. None of the witchlings back at the Citadel had talked about flashes when they whispered about their sexual escapades.

“Mine was pretty fucking good too,” Rixon added. “Almost passed out myself.”

“That would have been fun to explain to Kam,” I couldn’t help teasing. “The both of us unconscious with our pants around our knees. Or in my case, me dangling from my restraints.” I rubbed at my wrists, almost feeling the phantom pain of his binds.

“I think he already knew what we were up to,” said Rixon, a pleased gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, gods.” I winced. “I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again.”

“I don’t think you need to worry. He’s a grown male—understands urges and all that.”