Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

For all the girls who want a six and a half foot tall winged man to swoop in and tell them that they’re fated mates. (Me too.)

That way, I didn’t think about the dreams haunting my sleep—the vision of those golden eyes that I just couldn’t shake off.

Secretly, I thrived in the night. I always felt like I had my best ideas when the moon was still high in the sky. Like it somehow called to me.

She would sit on the throne next to mine, wearing the crown I had made for her, my ring on her finger.

I’d waited centuries for her, and even in the darkest of days, I’d known that the knowledge of her was too tempting a fantasy to fall into. To let myself bathe in her light was more than I could ever hope for.

What good was a gift if you couldn’t use it?

He looked directly at me, those dark eyes—almost black—practically peering into my soul. “I think I did.”

She was light. Pure, unfettered light. How could I tarnish that with my darkness?

All I wanted was… To return to Luna. To wrap my arms around her. To let her scent fill my nostrils. To hear her laughter, to watch her eyes light up as she took in the night sky. Fuck. I needed to get her out of my head. This wasn’t me. Was it?

He was hot. The kind of man women would definitely claim was their book boyfriend. Damn, was I salivating?

“I gotta get you nice and wet so you can fit me, baby.” The term of affection slipped out, and I couldn’t find it in me to regret it.

“Good girl,” I praised, and I didn’t miss the way her eyes sparked, her whole body seeming to light up at the praise. “Mmm, you like that, huh? Being my good girl?”

How could he think I wouldn’t? What girl could get three orgasms from a man in one night and not want to see him again?

Pressing a kiss to her lips, I let it say all the things I couldn’t. I’d tell her the rest—in time. She wasn’t ready for the other part I required from her. Not yet, anyway. I needed her to trust me first. Needed her to realize I wasn’t the bad guy.

“If you keep looking at me like that, Moonbeam…” “What?” I said with a sharp inhale of breath. Zain’s eyes were filled with want, and he took a deep pull of my scent. “I’ll have no choice but to pull that dress up and take you right here.” He shuddered, his nose finally leaving that spot between my neck. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

“Because you’re my light in the dark. You shine so bright, Luna. I never thought… No, could have never even imagined you. How you would illuminate my entire world.”

“Leave it on. I want to see it when I fuck you. Nothing but my crown.” He lifted my hand. “And my ring.”

She took every jagged edge of me and made me want to be whole. For her. And I wanted—Fuck, I wanted everything. With her. Always with her. Even if I knew I didn’t deserve it.

The room smelled like sex—our scents mixed, his spicy one overwhelming my senses with need—which was another reason we needed to get outside. We were insatiable, and it didn’t even have to do with the wine anymore. No, that was all him.

I’d never thought I had a breeding kink before, but when a man like him asked you to have his child, why would you ever say no?

“Put me down,” she laughed. “I can walk.” “Apparently I didn’t fuck you good enough last night then, hm?” The words were low, muttered against her ear. “Zain!” she scolded, like I’d scandalized her.

all I could feel, all I could see—was Zain. My husband. My mate. The only man I’d ever loved.

“If you’d kept going for one more minute, I would have spilled down your throat. And that’s not where my cum goes, is it?” “No,” she shook her head, still kneeling between my legs. “Where do you want it?” “I-inside.” She let out a rough breath. “In my womb. So you can give me a baby.”

Even when you’re not around, I can feel my pull to you. You’re the brightest thing in my night sky. The thing I always look for to know I’m home. And if I had to do it all again—struggle through every hardship—I would, knowing you were waiting for me at the end.”

Life with my fated mate, the woman who’d been destined to be my queen? That was the greatest gift anyone could have given me—ever.

Between her light and my dark, we were a match made in the stars. Two beings, perfectly balanced. Harmony. And now, there wasn’t just one light in my life anymore—there were three.