Witches Get Stitches (Stay a Spell, #3)

by Juliette Cross

“You’re wrong. I’m not trying to impress you. I want you to see me.” “Why?” I reached out with my magical senses. “We just met.” “And when we did, the earth opened up beneath my feet.”

“There once was a werewolf from Kent, whose cock was so long it bent. So he found him a witch, to scratch his big itch, and with a great howl, he spent.”

“There once was a wolf from the city, who met a witch who was stunning and witty.” His voice was low and luscious and gruff. “She charmed him at a glance, making him wish he had a chance, to kiss her sweet lips and her kitty.”

I knew the second I kissed her what she was to me. One taste had sealed her into my flesh and bones.

I was the kind of woman who typically followed my instincts and spontaneous desires, never denying to sit on a pretty face when I wanted to. And let’s be real, Nico had a face worth sitting upon.

Those giant balls I bragged about to Charlie were shrinking by the second. They’d be dried up raisins by the time I got out of this conversation.

“No. I mean, why are you putting pink nail polish on a rooster? “He likes being fancy.”

This woman. She was half crazy. And I loved it.

I wanted Violet Savoie with every leaden beat of my besotted heart.

I’d light the match myself and ignite myself on fire if it meant I could finally have her.

For the first time in my life, I longed to soothe that ache, to share that burden, to wrap my arms around him and make it all go away. “Fuck.” I sighed. Evie was right. I wanted him. Bad. So, so bad.

“Fishing for compliments?” I arched an eyebrow, trying to play off some of the sexual tension ratcheting up like a fucking rocket at the moment. “Yeah,” he said evenly, leaning in even closer. “From you, I’d beg for them.”

“Such a bad liar.” “I hate you.” “Still lying.” “Stop talking and fucking kiss me.” “There’s my girl.”

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled as he nipped my shoulder. “Yeah? What do I taste like?” He fisted my hair and turned my head so we were nose to nose, mouth to mouth. Something primitive sparked in those electric eyes before he rumbled, “Like mine.”

With a strong-willed woman like Violet, that meant pushing a few boundaries to show her I was no ordinary lay. I was going to be her only one from here on out. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Tell me I’m the only one who can touch your body. Fuck this pussy.”

“This body. This mouth. This pussy is mine. Only mine. Fucking say it.”

“Now be a good girl and let me suck you till you come on my tongue.”

“Let’s be quick. So I can show you my hard dick.”