Brigette loved the little shop she’d inherited from her grandmother. If you want to find something to help you with your spells or to top off your witchy supplies, her store is the place to go.
She had a great life, even if she missed her grandmother and mom so much it hurt as they traveled around the world on cruises. She definitely didn’t need a mate. Why would she want to take the chance on a person who could choose to leave her because they wouldn’t feel the same pull a witch did? She was just fine babysitting her grandmother’s familiar, Mortimer.
Just. Fine.
And then witches started dying. No, not dying… murdered.
Who could have guessed the mate she didn’t want would step into her shop ready to ask her questions about the murders? The tall, dark, and handsome detective wasn’t going to get to her. Even if he seemed perfect.
I placed my hands next to her head and held myself there, not touching her anywhere but where our legs were joined. “Bridgette, I need you to listen to me, little witch. Are you with me?” Her breathless, “Uh huh,” as she looked up at me with her pale green eyes had me grinding my cock into her soft belly.
“I need to know that you want this as much as I do. I want to give you time if you need it.”
She swallowed hard and gave a jerky nod as she blinked up at me. “I do.”
I stared intently at her, letting her see my seriousness. “Be sure, little witch. Once I slide inside you, there will never be any going back. You’ll be mine forever.” The sly little smile she gave me had me pausing as I waited for her answer.
“No, Logan Storm, you’ll be mine. I was an only child. I keep what’s mine and I never learned to share.”
