Night Witch (Weatherstone College, #2)(34)

“Fuck, baby,” Logan whispered huskily against my throat, his thrusts slowing as he followed me into Orgasm Land. I fucking loved Orgasm Land. I wanted to buy a house there and never leave.

As he lifted his head, the moon decided to make an appearance from behind the wintry clouds, and I could see the shine of his green eyes. “Did I hurt you?” he rasped, examining my face as we both breathed heavily.

Placing my hand against his cheek, he briefly closed his eyes and pressed against my palm. “You destroyed me,” I said softly, rubbing my thumb over his skin, “but in the best way I could imagine. As you said, if we’re truly bonded, in a goddess-accepted bond, then I’m made for you, Logan Kingston. You can’t hurt me.”

At least not physically.

His hard length was still buried inside me, and I moaned as he started thrusting in and out, through the mess left after our last orgasms, and I could feel that swirl of pleasure building once more. Slower this time. “This need I have for you,” he breathed against my lips. “It’s never-ending. It never eases, and holding you all those nights, offering comfort . . . it took every ounce of my control . . .”

I cried out softly as his thrusts picked up. “Please d-don’t exercise con-control on my behalf,” I huffed out.

Logan chuckled, and I was nearly delirious. “Already giving orders, Precious.”

I wanted to reply, but I was too busy detonating around his hard length.

This was what I’d dreamed of after my magic bloomed, and it was better than I could have ever imagined.





Chapter 15




The alarm jarred me awake the next morning, and as I opened my eyes and stretched, I found myself sprawled across six and a half feet of warlock. His heat and energy surrounded me completely, and as small pains made themselves known through my body, I recalled how little sleep we’d gotten through the night.

Logan’s arms tightened, keeping me flush against his chest. “Let’s skip classes today,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ve got more important lessons to teach.”

I snorted—in a very sexy and elegant way. “You’re taking your spellcaster classes a little further than Headmaster Gregor asked of you.”

His response was to shift me higher, my legs falling open on either side of his hips. My mind checked out for a second as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. “I declined to teach any further lessons,” he said, and I tried to remember what we’d been talking about. “My priorities have changed, and I don’t have time for whatever deals my father struck.”

He pressed a kiss to the curve of my shoulder and ran his nose up my cheek as he breathed me in. “Priorities?” I managed to say.

“Yep,” he whispered, and I shivered as goose bumps traced across my skin. “As in, I only have one right now.”

It grew harder to speak. And breathe.

We did not have time for fun this morning, but I wasn’t strong enough to halt the direction this was heading in. “What one?”

His chuckle was dark, and I cried out at the hot pulse of his cock against my core. “You, baby. Just you.”

He thrust up, and I gasped, opening my legs wider to slide down his shaft. It took a few seconds for my body to adjust—every part of this warlock was huge.

“We really don’t have time for this,” I whispered, all the while knowing nothing short of a monster attack was getting me off Logan. Maybe not even that.

With limited time, he took control, capturing my hips in a firm grip as he thrust faster.

He leaned up to taste my mouth. “Come for me,” he commanded, and I was screaming into an orgasm before his next powerful thrust. Logan muffled most of my noise as he changed angles, sending me into a second spiral of pleasure.

“Precious,” he groaned, and I felt the hot swell of his release.

I collapsed against him, a sigh escaping as he traced his hands up my spine. “You’re in my bed from now on,” he murmured against my throat. “Let’s make a deal. No more sleeping alone. It’s been torture staying away over the past few weeks. I never want to wake up without you again.”

“I wasn’t the one who disappeared to Europe,” I whispered, my head spinning. The thought of waking up every morning with Logan was like a thousand Christmas-birthdays coming at once.

“I know, Precious. I’m sorry. There were a few unfortu nate loose ends that had to be wrapped up. But I’m back now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

I wanted to believe him, but I knew how deep Rafael had his claws in his son, and I worried that this was nothing more than a Weatherstone bubble that could be burst with the slightest of pricks. Not that I’d ever refer to Rafael as only a slight prick.

Knowing I had to move now or I’d miss all my morning classes, I reluctantly shifted off Logan, mourning the loss of his hard length inside me. Yep, he was still hard. Turned out my warlock was insatiable, with an almost nonexistent refractory period.

No witch would ever complain about that.

“Goddess, I wish we had private showers,” I grumbled as I stumbled around searching for clothes to throw on before making my way to the bathrooms. I didn’t want to wash Logan from my body, but with our combined release dripping down my thighs, it seemed prudent to at least attempt a quick rinse.