Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

Blood (non sexual),

😟

“You’re beautiful,” he said, the thumb of his finger tracing my cheekbone. Maybe the copious amounts of blush I always wore would hide the flush that ran to my face, even as a part of me preened at his words. “Thank you.” I dipped my head before finishing my drink. I’d never been so bold before, but there was something about him… Something that intrigued me. Something that I wanted to get to know more about. “Do you… want to get out of here?” I murmured, placing the glass back down on the bar. “Yes,” he agreed. And when he slipped his hand in mine, everything just felt… right.

That was exceedingly fast

He frowned. “Where I’m from, it’s mostly just hot.” “Oh.” Where was that, exactly? He hadn’t mentioned, but I’d been to Florida before, and it was hot basically year round, so I wondered if he was somewhere in the south. “That’s sad.” “Why?” “Because I love the winter.” I thrust my arms out like I was making imaginary snow angels. “The snow, cozying up in front of a fireplace with the person you love… It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” I giggled, thinking of the song. Turning my head to look at him, I found that during our questions, Zain had turned on his side, resting his head on one of his hands as he watched me. “Have you ever been in love?” I asked, my voice in a low whisper, unsure why that was the question that popped into my mind. “No.” “What about you?” “Hm?” I hummed in response, looking over at the furrowed expression on his face. He directed my question at me. “Have you ever been in love?” I sighed. “Maybe I thought I had been when I was younger, but… no. Just waiting for the right person, I guess.”

THIS IS FUCKING BORIN

He chuckled. “I can see that.” Clearing my throat, I looked back at him. “Do you want to come up?” “Are you sure?” “Yeah. We can have another drink, maybe.” I had a bottle of wine in the fridge. And I didn’t want to say goodbye. Not yet. “Okay,” he agreed, and I started up the stairs, pausing at the top step. What was I doing? Leading this

dumb dumb

Because his lips were on mine, and I didn’t even care if someone saw us on the street because Zain kissing me was everything. His lips were soft, and they moved in gentle motions against mine like he was memorizing the feel of them. I knew I was. If I never got kissed like this again, I wanted to remember every moment. He coaxed me open for him until his tongue pushed against the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. And didn’t he know that

WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

“Damn, handsome. That was one kiss.” I gasped as his erection pressed against my core and pulled away, panting roughly. Big. Wow, he was big. I’d assumed he was because you didn’t just have that sort of cocky confidence without being well-endowed, but… whoa.

WHAT IS THIS

“Oh,” I squeaked, unable to hold my voice back as his tongue connected with my entrance for the first time. He plunged inside, lapping up all of my wetness. “Is this all for me?” Zain swirled his tongue around my clit. “I think I’m going to be addicted to this after one night.” His eyes closed as he kept up the motions, circling around the nub, driving me wild. “Keep doing that,” I begged mindlessly. He slipped a finger inside of me. “You’re so tight, baby. I gotta get you nice and wet for me, huh? Stretch you so you can take my cock?” “Yes,” I agreed. I wanted that. “Yes, please.”

Im gonna kill myself

“Come on, Moonbeam. Give me what I want, and I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Stop it with this dumbass nickname

He didn’t stop massaging my insides

MASSAGING my INSIDES??

Unzipping his pants, I wrapped my hands around his cock, moaning at the size. “You’re so big, handsome.” No amount of foreplay was going to make it easy for me to take him.

I CANT DO THIS

“I—” My knees were weak, so I didn’t protest. I closed my eyes as he sauntered off toward my bedroom, leaning my head back against the cabinets as I tried to catch my breath. “Luna?” My eyes were still shut, and I just hummed in response. “What is this?” “Hm?” My eyes flew open and—oh. Goddess. Zain was standing in front of me—holding my purple vibrator in his hands.

her knees were weak, her arms were heavy, theres vomit on her sweater already

“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?”

Im actively kms <3

The thought instantly soured my stomach. I might not have known everything about him, but I knew him.

youve known him for less than 24 hours

“My possessive, ruthless little moonbeam, hm?” I eyed my mark on her neck. “Do you really want to?”

On the ledge as we speak <3

“I won’t be able to stop once I start. It’s a primal need built inside of us. To fuck and claim. To make sure that our intended is ours. Like prey.”

Jumping :)

“Yesss,” she cried,

Yessss 🦎🦎🦎🐍🐍🐍🐍

“Baby.” I groaned. “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.”

IM GOING TO SHOOT MYSELF

“Made for me,” I groaned. “Your perfect pussy, just begging for my seed.”

PLEASE STOP

hope…” Luna’s hand spread over her abdomen. She didn’t have to finish her thought because I already knew what she was thinking. “Me too.” I kissed her lightly before lifting her up into my arms and pushing her thighs together. “Don’t let any leak out.” “Can’t waste it,” she agreed, letting

this is torture in some countries

Right now, though, I just felt dirty. But this was a reminder of the demon underneath. The man I’d married.

YOU DUMB IDIOT

“I’m so sorry,” I announced, standing up without preamble, giving a small nod to those sitting around us. “I’m not feeling well, so I think I’m going to retire early.” Pasting a fake smile on my face, I bid them all a good night.

I HATE PREGNANT PEOPLE

I needed something to calm my stomach. Grabbing the pillow off Zain’s bed, I inhaled deeply. It smelled like him, that scent helping to settle my nerves.

are you a dog

“Hi,” I whispered, smoothing a hand over my stomach. A little jolt ran through me, and a smile curved over my lips. “If you’re in there…” The idea had just sprung into my mind, but Goddess, I wanted it to be real.

EW XEW EW EW EW EW