Bewitch You – I Put A Spell On You Read Online M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
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“Once I slide my cock into you, you will become my queen. Marking and mating you will become my only goal. You will never leave my side and I will never leave yours. This will bind us together forever, in this life and the next. You will want for nothing. I pledge my life and my seed to you. Only you.” Oh. My. God. Could he be any more perfect? He looks at me pointedly, clearly waiting for a response from me.

“I… pledge my life and womb to you. Only you,” I reply. The words sound both foreign and right to my ears. He growls and slams himself into me. It’s so fast, and I’m so full. All at the same time, my cherry breaks, his canines elongate, and he sinks his teeth into the crook of my neck, right above my pulse. Instantly, my skin lights up with a bright white light that doesn’t go out. He pulls away from my neck but keeps himself buried in me. Then he begins to move. Looking down at me, his eyes widen.

“Witch?” he asks but doesn’t stop fucking me.

“Yes,” I reply, waiting for him to stop in disgust. Instead, he just smiles and leans down to kiss me.

“Do you feel that?” he demands, his cock flexing inside of me.

“Yes,” I moan.

“We are one now. Always.”

“Always,” I repeat.

Then he pulls out of me and slides back into me slowly. I can feel each ridge of cock against my walls as he moves. Over and over, he thrusts, my hands on his shoulder, trying to get even closer together somehow. We are already as close together as we can possibly be, but I’m finding that I’m a greedy girl, needing more of the magic that is being made between us.

When I came here to yell at this man about the unruliness of his pack, I never thought that it would end up like this, but I am oh, so glad that it did.

Three

Dane

Being balls deep inside of mate isn’t enough. The mating delirium, the instant red haze of intense need that comes upon a werewolf the moment they meet their mate, is almost complete, but I don’t want to stop. She is my other half, and I want to

The witches of Scotland are famous or rather infamous. The fact that she’s a witch doesn’t bother me one bit. While I don’t understand it, I know our children will be stronger because of it.

The alpha in me rises up, knowing that I am the only man she’ll ever know like this. She moans under me as I fuck into her harder and harder. My mark on her skin will brand her for all time as mine and only mine. My scent will linger on her until the day I die. My beautiful mate deserves more than a quick rut on the floor, but I literally couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait another second to take what was mine. I don’t think she could either.

“Oh God,” she cries out loudly, and I feel larger than life but also jealous as fuck. I clamp my hand down on her mouth to quiet her. I lean down and lick the bite mark on her neck. She shivers under my tongue. “Why. Does. That. Feel. So. Good,” she asks, each word punctuated with a thrust of my cock. “Please. More. I need more.” Her begging pleases me more than I ever thought it could.

“Quiet, love. I don’t want anyone else to hear your cries of pleasure,” I growl into her ear. She nods and meets me thrust for thrust as I continue to stake my claim on her. She nods, and I remove my hand from her mouth. Her skin is stark white where my hand was. I should feel bad about that, but instead, all I feel is powerful. She must feel it too. She moans and arches her back; her nails dig into my pecs. They sink deep, and it's hard enough to draw blood. She rears up, and her tongue shoots out, licking a long line of blood. She moans and licks some more before settling back onto the floor.

“Ad infinitum amabo, te in perpetuum,” she murmurs, and something inside me shifts. The Latin tells me that it was some kind of spell. She can conjure whatever she needs to make this happen.

“What was that?” I ask, moving my hand to rub my chest. I’m not worried about it, but I’m curious enough to ask about it. This moment feels powerful and unforgettable.

“Witch girl shit,” she says, giggling. The motion makes me groan, and I fuck her harder.

I feel her pussy contract around me, and it pulls me. I can feel our souls come together, and all is as it should be. The bond is complete; I fill her with my seed. I lean my head back and howl. I look down between us, where we are still joined. I swipe two fingers through her folds and bring them to her lips. Without hesitation, she wraps her swollen lips around them and sucks hard. Immediately, I imagine her sucking my cock into her mouth and looking up at me with those piercing eyes of hers.


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