Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

“Will I see you again?” I couldn’t help the hopeful tone of my voice. He chuckled. “Would you like that, moonbeam?” Moonbeam. The nickname lit me up inside, filling me with a strange warmth. “Yes.”

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

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

“You’re so tight, baby. I gotta get you nice and wet for me, huh? Stretch you so you can take my cock?”

“It’ll fit,” he promised, kissing me again as I moved my hand up and down on his length. “You’re going to take me so well.”

“Look how well you take me, Moonbeam. How well we fit together.” Like we were made for each other.

All my life, I’d always imagined I’d marry for love. Not a marriage of convenience with a demon prince.

“You’re not a distraction,” I promised. You’re my salvation.

“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.”

Wicked fingers. Wicked tongue. He was wicked, and I liked it. Loved it, even.

I’d been waiting for her for a lifetime, but the moment she entered the hall, I knew I would have waited for the rest of my existence for her. For just a moment in her light.

“An eternity wouldn’t be long enough with you,”

“I vow my never-ending allegiance to you. That you and you alone shall wear my crown. My undying fealty is yours, my queen. There is no other in the worlds who should have it.”

I’d forsake the whole damn kingdom just for her. She was my everything.

All I could think was my mother would have loved this woman. I loved this woman.

“You’re wicked,” Luna gasped, and I moved my attention up, brushing my teeth over that mark on her neck. “Yes.” I’d never disagreed with that. “Wickedly yours.”