The Bound Witch

by Ivy Asher

  He reaches for something, and the next thing I know, he’s handing me a warm cup of coffee. My face lights up with even more excitement, and I take a huge sip. It’s exactly how I like it, and I groan with pleasure.

  “You are nailing this,” I purr at him, warming my hand on the mug as I gulp half of it down.

  Gotta get properly caffeinated for the plans that are forming in my mind right now.

  “Are you still going to try and talk me into waiting on the whole tether thing?” he snarks, and I roll my eyes.

  “Maybe my tether on wasn’t clear enough, but no. Absolutely no waiting. Let’s do this. Give me that dick!”

  Rogan laughs and takes a sip of my coffee before putting the mug down on a side table. “It’s like listening to poetry spill from your luscious lips,” he snarks, and I laugh.

  Rogan swallows my joy down with a kiss, and my mirth quickly morphs into moans. He cups my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs as he nips and teases and plunders my mouth with such passion and skill that I’m immediately aching and needy all over because of it.

  “I love you,” he whispers against my mouth as he starts to kiss across my jaw and down my neck.

  “I love you,” I exclaim back as he finds a sweet spot just under my jaw.

  Rogan leans down and wraps his lips around my nipple, and I bow into him. My body bends and sways nearer of its own volition, and I can’t get enough of the delicious way his mouth feels as he sucks and flicks his tongue against the sensitive peak.

  I run my fingers through his hair, watching him take me into his mouth and loving how much it turns me on. He releases my nipple with a pop and moves to pay the other one equal attention. I roll my hips against him, feeling the tip of his cock press in against me, and I suddenly need to wrap my lips around it and hear him moan my name.

  I cup his face and lift it to mine for a deep kiss that leaves us both panting, and then I drop down in front of him and wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. Rogan groans deeply and tries to pull me away, but I am not having it. I slap his interfering hands away, and he laughs and gives in. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and work him in and out of my mouth in time with the strokes of my hand.

  “Fuck that feels so good,” he encourages. “Yes, just like that. God, that fucking mouth might be the end of me.”

  He wraps his hands in my hair, pushing it away from my face so he can watch his dick pumping in and out of my mouth. His moss-green eyes are filled with need, and I take him as deeply as I can, loving the way he tastes and feels down my throat and the way he groans my name as I swallow him down.

  “Don’t make me come, fuck,” he warns. “No, I want to come in that pussy,” he announces as he pulls out of my mouth and backs away from me like I’m dangerous.

  I sit there on my knees, licking the taste of him off my lips and watching him with eyes so hungry and worked up that he could probably make me come with only a deep laugh and a dirty thought aimed in my direction. I crawl up on the bed and turn to lie on my back. He watches me with just as much need as he tries to calm his dick down. Slowly, purposefully, I spread my legs. I reach down and run a finger down the slit of my wet folds.

  “Then come in my pussy, Rogan,” I order, and the next thing I know, his gorgeous face is between my thighs.

  I moan but resist the urge to close my eyes and lean back into the sensations he’s coaxing out of me. No. This time, I want to watch him feast. I want to watch him circle my clit with the tip of his tongue and then lap at it like a cat does cream. I want to see him suck me into his mouth, bobbing his head around my clit as he works his lips and tongue against it. His eyes meet mine as he licks up my seam and then drops to shove that long thick tongue in my dripping pussy. I love the way my desire shines around his mouth, and the way he devours me like there’s nothing better than the taste of need on his tongue or the heated groans he elicits when he sucks on my clit and slips two long fingers inside of me.

  I whimper as he fingers the perfect spot inside of me, while he works his mouth and tongue against my clit. I force myself to watch and gasp and then beg for more as I get so fucking close, my muscles tightening in preparation. Then he fingers me harder, and I’m lost to the twitches and rolls and shouts of his name as he wrings wave after wave of pleasure from me.

  My clit heats as he drips soft kisses, and I wiggle and fight the overload of sensation, but he pins my hips and shows me why I’m now ruined for anyone else but him.

  “Yes, Rogan, you feel so fucking good,” I encourage as he warms my blood, making me even more pliant and ready, and this time when his fingers start to play in my pussy, I’m gone again in only two strokes.

  I pull his face from between my thighs, begging him to give me what we both want. I kiss him hard and deep, mewling and panting as he lines his cock up perfectly, and in one deep thrust we’re both gasping each other’s names.

  “I fucking love you,” I sigh as he settles deeply between my thighs.

  He kisses down my neck and pulls out slowly before rolling his hips back in. I groan and run my nails tantalizingly up his back.

  “Fuck me, Rogan, god, I need you to fuck me so bad,” I beg as he slowly rocks back out and then in again.

  He kisses me hard, pistoning inside of me just as hard and swallowing down my moan of approval.

  “Is that what you need, do you need me to fuck you harder?” he taunts, and I’m a mewling, encouraging mess as he starts to do just that.

  “Yes, fuck yes,” I exhale, and then my eyes meet his as he gives me exactly what I need.

  I’ve never stared into someone’s eyes before as they fucked me, something about it was far too weird and intimate to me, but as Rogan thrusts in and out of me faster and harder until my entire body is singing his name, it’s made all the better because I can see so much while he does. I’m swimming in a moss-green pool of molten heat and need and love and affection. I feel his admiration and respect, his want and desire, and he can see all of mine.

  He fucks me hard, working my body like only he can, while we look into one another and connect in every possible way. He lifts me off my back, never losing his rhythm in and out of my pussy, until I’m straddling his lap and we’re both meeting each other thrust for thrust.

  “Are you ready?” he asks against my mouth.

  I nod, feeling another orgasm start to build. “Do it, please,” I beg, and he smiles and starts thrusting even harder like he’s trying to time both of our orgasms with the tether itself.

  “Tedas ruk shaw aus forin ve Lennox Marai Osseous. Ise hiruse ou fooiq tork shin iei.”

  Warmth licks through my body, and I can feel Rogan’s magic pulling at mine playfully. I smile as I start to feel parts of him that I’ve missed so much it makes my eyes well with emotion.

  “Please, I need you,” he begs as he wipes a stray tear from my cheek, and I look into him as deeply as I can while his body fills mine in every possible way.

  “Tedas ruk shaw aus forin ve Rogan…Shit, what is your middle name?” I ask, realizing that I have no idea what it is.

  Rogan laughs, and it almost sends me over the edge. “It’s Arlo,” he tells me, and I chuckle. “I think it means ‘between two hills’ or something stupid,” he adds, and I start to laugh harder.

  “I mean, accurate,” I point out, gesturing to the fact that my tits are bouncing around him right now.

  He laughs even harder, and while the sound of his happiness echoes around the room, I look into his eyes and start again.

  “Tedas ruk shaw aus forin ve Rogan Arlo Kendrick. Ise hiruse ou fooiq tork shin iei.”

  Power swarms both of us, but unlike the first time we did this while we were fighting each other in every possible way, the tether sinks into both of us like an anchor gently floating to the bottom of the sea. He snaps into place inside of me exactly like he’s supposed to, and I feel like I can breathe for the first time since I came back to life...the second time.

  Rogan kisses me fiercely, a
nd I claim his mouth right back. Pleasure slams through me, both mine and his, and it’s all so incredibly overwhelming that we both scream out at the same time as ecstasy wraps around us. We come so hard that all we see is light, all we feel is each other, and all we are is this...just like we were always meant to be.

  We fall over, a tangle of limbs, orgasms, magic, and bliss. We pant through everything that just happened, and I don’t think it’s possible for my smile to get any wider. I feel a giddy excitement in Rogan that gives me pause, and I look over at his sappy face and laugh.

  “What are you up to, Rogan Kendrick?” I demand. “You’re not fooling me now that I can feel you once again,” I remind him, and his happiness flares so brightly in my chest I can’t breathe. It’s the most profound and beautiful thing to feel, and I immediately well up with tears again.

  “Don’t cry, my little Bound Witch, I have a present for you,” he croons, and I laugh through my happy tears and pull him in for a long slow kiss.

  “Is it your dick again, because if it is, I’m here for it, but also lets get more coffee first,” I announce, feeling sleep’s siren song already in my limbs.

  He chuckles and rolls off the bed to get something from the closet, and I sit up and do my best not to pass the fuck out while I wait for him. He comes back with a black box that’s too big to be a ring but too small to be anything else I can think of. Rogan’s eagerness is catching, and I’m practically bouncing with anticipation as he crawls back into bed and places the box in my waiting palm.

  “I got this for you because it was the first time I saw you smile with such pure joy and happiness, and I knew right then and there that I was a goner,” he tells me, and I immediately wonder what the hell is in the box. “Open it,” he encourages.

  I untie the ribbon and slide it off the box, and then I carefully separate the top from the bottom, exhilaration coursing through me and mixing with Rogan’s nervous excitement. I stare at what’s inside, completely dumbfounded and stunned. My eyes immediately well up again as I pick up the small jackalope antler from the box and set it in my palm.

  Tears drip down my face, the significance of this moment and everything we’ve been through suddenly overwhelming in all the best ways. I kiss Rogan so fiercely it’s as though I tattoo myself all over him and then let him do the same right back. I pepper him with kisses as we fall back on the bed, careful not to hurt my newfound most-prized possession.

  “Omg, my ancestors are going to be so damn excited when I induct this little guy into the pouch of bones,” I squeal as we wrap ourselves around each other and just be. I sigh, still shaking my head at the incredible treasure in my palm. “Giving me presents is going to be so impossible from here on out, because nothing could possibly top this,” I tell him. “So well fucking done, but also good luck.”

  Rogan laughs and tucks me into his side. He sighs deeply and shoots me a panty melting smile. “I was going to teach you how to make the espresso maker cum next,” he teases, and I moan in approval.

  “Probably shouldn’t though,” I advise casually. “What would I need you for then?” He plucks my jackalope antler from my hand and sets it on the side table, and then I’m squealing and laughing as Rogan Kendrick reminds me of all the reasons I love him...and also love screaming his name.

  I can’t believe this all started with a purple pouch of bones and a world I never wanted to be a part of. Who knew between the bones, the blood, the deaths, and the love, that I would find everything I was looking for and so much more?

  My name is Countess Lennox Marai Osseous, and I don’t even know what the hell I am anymore. What I do know is that I hated magic until I learned how to make some of my own. Then I discovered that love truly is the greatest magic of all. Now I’m tethered to the man of my dreams, surrounded by family and friends who I would die for—and have—and I wouldn’t want it any other way…moon shits and all.

  The End

  Also by Ivy Asher

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  The Sentinel World

  The Lost Sentinel Series

  The Lost and the Chosen

  Awakened and Betrayed

  The Marked and the Broken

  Found and Forged

  Shadowed Wings Series

  The Hidden

  The Avowed

  The Reclamation

  More in the Sentinel World coming soon.

  Hellgate Guardian Series

  Grave Mistakes

  Grave Consequences

  Grave Decisions

  Grave Signs

  Shifter Romantic Comedy Standalone

  Conveniently Convicted

  Dystopian Romantic Comedy Standalone RH

  April’s Fools

  Urban Fantasy Romance

  The Osseous Chronicles

  The Bone Witch

  The Blood Witch

  The Bound Witch

  About the Author

  Ivy Asher is addicted to chai, swearing, and laughing a lot—but not in a creepy, laughing alone kind of way. She loves the snow, books, and her family of two humans, and two fur-babies. She has worlds and characters just floating around in her head, and she’s lucky enough to be surrounded by amazing people who support that kind of crazy.

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