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.)

But something was missing. Orgasms. Yes, that was definitely it.

Even if I never found true love, at least I could experience it through someone else.

“Then stop talking and let me kiss you, woman,” he growled, his hands coming to my hips to pull me against him.

“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?” She nodded, a little mewl slipping from her lips. “Yes, please.”

“Look how well you take me, Moonbeam. How well we fit together.”

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?

Gods, I’d never been more attracted to this man than when he was tearing creatures apart for me.

“I think I could spend forever between your thighs.” “Goddess,” I cried out as he devoured me like a man starved. “Yes, you are,” he agreed. “Now, let me worship you.”

“Leave it on. I want to see it when I fuck you. Nothing but my crown.” He lifted my hand. “And my ring.” The possession in his voice was clear, but it was hot.

“That’s my girl,” I said against her forehead, continuing to fuck her through it. “My wife. My queen. My mate.”

“Does my little wife want me to breed her?”

“Good girl,”

“Can’t sleep without you,” she murmured in response. “You’re like my personal furnace.”

“You’re mine,” he said, pressing a kiss to our mark. “My moonbeam.” “I’m yours,” I agreed.

“Yes.” I’d never disagreed with that. “Wickedly yours.”