Page 90 of Bad Witch

“I’m not stupid,” I said before I realized I was going to say it. “You’re much bigger and stronger than me, and you have an entire pack behind you.” And mentioning his pack made me think of the Matildas. I missed them, their voices in my head. Their pain and confusion over what I was doing was like a raw open wound in my chest, and gods it hurt. I’d never wanted to let them down, but I had. The reason why didn’t matter, I’d betrayed them, and I was terrified they might have left me for good.

His mouth slid over mine, pulling me from my thoughts, and tingles slid over me when he chuckled. “I know you’re not stupid, Temp, but you are fucking blind. If you haven’t noticed yet that I would walk over broken glass for you or that I’d take my own hands before I’d ever hurt you, then I’ve been doing this all wrong.”

Not for the first time, Fender had managed to stun me. “Doing what?” I rasped, while my heart pounded madly.

“All you have to say is stop, or no, and I will,” he said, ignoring my question. “You could walk away from me, and I have no way to stop you, and that terrifies me.” His hand slid to the nape of my neck and he massaged. “You, Tempest, hold all the power. Do you get it now?”

Not really, no. For me to hold that much power over him would mean that he truly cared about me. That wasn’t what this was supposed to be. But as much as I’d tried to tell myself, and him, that this had to remain casual, I had feelings for him as well. How deep those feelings ran for each of us, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

This was so incredibly dangerous, but I didn’t think I could end this thing between us, not yet.

Fender reached out, grabbing the arm of the couch beside us and leaning heavily on it, lowered himself to his knees, then leaned forward, pressing his face to my lower stomach and breathing deeply. I looked down, swallowing audibly as he tilted his head back, staring up at me with so much longing in his eyes that I could barely draw breath.

“Tell me what you want, peaches,” he said. “Let me show you just how much power you wield over me. Let me give you everything your heart desires.”

Heat rushed through my veins. Having such a big, strong male on his knees in front of me, a male capable of tearing someone apart if he felt the inclination, was enough to alter my brain chemistry. No male had ever made himself vulnerable that way for me. No male had looked at me as if I ruled every part of him.

In this moment, I felt it, the power he said I had over him and it was…intoxicating.

I slid my fingers through his hair, pulling it free of the tie, and let it tumble down over his wide, muscled shoulders. “You said you love the way I taste,” I rasped, feeling bolder than I ever had in my life. “Prove it.” He’d tasted me before, but I wanted it again. Right then, having him make those hungry sounds while he lapped at my slick flesh was my heart’s desire—the safest one, at least.

His hands curled around my thighs and a rumbling growl vibrated against me. “I can prove it, peaches, as many times as you want.” He dragged his nose down my belly and buried it at the apex of my thighs and breathed deep, a husky groan rolling from him. “Fuck, you smell good.”

Gripping my skirt, he gathered it up and kissed the bare skin he revealed as he did. Goose bumps prickled all over me and my knees actually trembled.

His nose finally bumped me, right there, over my underwear.

“Soaked,” he muttered.

I didn’t know if he was telling me or talking to himself, either way, he wasn’t wrong. His strong arms locked around me then, taking me by surprise, and he lifted me, turned at the waist, and planted me on the huge recliner chair. He tipped the chair so that I was leaning back, then hooked his fingers in the side of my underwear and dragged them down. Licking his lips, he watched as he revealed my bare flesh to his hungry gaze, and more growls left him, deeper, more animal this time.

His big, rough-skinned hands slid up my calves and past my knees, then he spread them wide before leaning in and licking along my inner thigh. Those delicious rough sounds vibrated from him the whole time, and I held my breath as he closed in on where I needed him most.

Finally, his mouth covered my damp, needy flesh, and the feel of his hot mouth against me forced a hoarse cry from my lips. Those huge, hot hands slid around and under me, gripping my butt and squeezing, then pulling me forward. He snarled and groaned as he licked and sucked my tender flesh, his tongue like silken heat that seemed to be everywhere all at once. I didn’t know how he was doing it, only that it drove me wild.

I fisted his hair and writhed against his mouth. “More,” I begged, close to the edge of sanity.

He teased my opening with the tip of his tongue, and at the same time managed to massage my clit in a way that had me panting and close to losing my mind.

“Please,” I gasped out. I needed more. I was so incredibly empty. I needed him inside me⁠—

His tongue slid deep, swirling and flicking. I arched and screamed his name as I came, my inner muscles gripping and releasing in a wild frenzy as I cried out. My skirt was shoved up around my waist, and my legs spread wide. Fender’s mouth was still on me, watching me through hooded eyes as I whimpered and shuddered deliriously.

When I finally collapsed back, he swirled his tongue inside me, making me shudder from aftershocks, then he slowly withdrew his tongue, one much longer and thicker than it had been before. I gasped as he licked his lips, and his tongue transformed before my eyes, changing shape and size, and returning to how it had been.

“What did you…how?”

He stayed where he was crouched between my spread thighs, looking very pleased with himself. He had reason to be. “My beast’s tongue,” he said, answering my question. “I can partially shift so only that part of me changes.”

His chest was bare. I hadn’t even noticed him taking off his shirt. Every muscle was tight and bulging, and as I trailed my eyes lower, there was no missing the thick erection bulging at the front of his jeans.

“Show me?” I said.

Without a word, he popped the button, slid down the zipper, and freed his cock. It was huge, so thick and long. Intimidating, but beautiful. Sliding forward on the seat, I pressed against his shoulder, and he dropped back instantly, letting me up.

“Will you sit on the chair for me now?” I asked.

“If that’s where you want me,” he rumbled.