His beloved witch

Chapter 43: The evil witch

-Blanche-

Andre’s eyes flickered red, staring at my lips.

“I would like to try…” I whispered in his ear. My hand unbuckled his belt slowly while I measured his reactions. I opened his zipper when he didn’t move.

I caressed his tent over the fabric of his briefs and carefully slid my hand under the waistband of his underwear. I touched him.

His eyes on me were enticing me to go further. Andre wants me. He loves me... and for the first time in years, I feel I can trust him.

Probably, I should push more on Leon's issue. And we should talk more about everything he asked from me after his love confession, but Andre is my head, in my blood, in every cell of my body right now. I want this male… I want Andre, only him. Everything else can wait.

“I want this,” I mumbled against his lips as I wrapped my fingers around his hard-on.

Andre gasped and surrendered under my touch. I kissed him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. I tasted him and dominated not only our kiss but his pleasure.

I broke our kiss for him to see me releasing his c**k from his underwear. He was fully erect, and his eyes flickered between red and dark green while I worked him with my hand, up and down, and then I held his sack.

My Lycan King was steel covered by a silk. I am dying to taste him. And I know he wants to taste me, too.

Ah! Stupid witch promise!

"Blanche... I…" Andre moaned. I kissed his cheek, speeding up the pace of my hand pumping up and down his member. "f**k!" He hissed.

The tingles enhanced the effect of every contact, every caress between us.

I spread with my thumb the pre-c*m that came from his tip and Andre looked at it, panting. My heart was racing in my chest, and I smiled wickedly at him. He is so aroused in my hands.

I love his face when he is about to come, and I know it is because the sparks are helping me to get my way with him.

Andre was flushed and threw his head backward, biting his lower lip. He was gripping the sheets of our bed as I kept my hand fondling his long d**k.

I know he doesn’t want to come so fast, but it is a natural reaction to the touch of his mate… me. I am his mate, and I removed my hand suddenly, denying his release for now, precisely because I know how close he is…

I sat on our bed taking off my nightgown as a private show for him.

My eyes never left his while a sly smirk on my face told him my plans.

Andre wrapped his d**k with his hand, caressing it slowly as his eyes turned completely red, seeing me just in my thong. He gulped loudly, and I giggled, lying next to him on our bed.

“Touch me…” I asked seductively as I touched my breast with one hand and buried the other under the little piece of fabric that covered my p***y.

"Blanche… I don't know if I will ever stop."

“I trust you, you will never hurt me,” I told him, moving my finger around my wetness to rub my clit. I wanted his hand instead of mine, but I must convince him first.

I had my legs spread. Andre saw me working on myself with my hands. I was very wet and needed him.

“Please…” I moaned as the pleasure of my own touch was taking me to my peak.

I arched my back as a wave of pleasure rose inside of my womb, tensing my muscles.

Andre wasn’t prepared for such an attack, and in a blink, I saw him naked on both knees, between my legs.

I gaped at the beauty of Andre’s physique, still rubbing my clit with one finger and the other entering myself. Even though I have seen Andre naked before, his muscles were taut and glowing with sweat, making my core throb in anticipation of his body against mine and him inside of me.

“My way, then!” Andre growled before latching onto my breast to suck it. His raspy tongue sped up my pulse. His attention on one breast didn't last, as he went for the other while he kept my hands over my head.

He lapped my chest all the way from my perky n*****s to my neck. I writhed under him in pleasure, rubbing against him, moving my hips against his erection while barely protected by my thong.

I was soaking wet, feeling him losing control over himself.

We have never been this far. Everything we have done so far was with clothes on. But I want so much from him tonight. It was a need I could hardly explain.

He laid me on my belly and covered me with his body, rubbing his d**k against my ass. It was arousing, and I gasped when I felt his hard-on between my butt cheeks. He was not penetrating my hole, just rubbing it, and massaging my ass, mimicking the act.

Andre’s chest rumbled, and he lifted my ass a little to create space for his hand to slide under me and between my legs.

I bit my lower lip and gripped a pillow to control myself when Andre introduced his middle finger into my slit. It was moist with my juices, and he used the wetness as lube to rub my clit, lazily at first but faster later, as he sensed how to build a big orgasm in me.

Tingles and sparks took my breath away when he introduced two fingers into my p***y while rubbing his d**k against my ass. Andre's body was pressing against mine perfectly. It was as if the Goddesses carved us to fit against each other in any position.

Andre's hot breath in my ear lighted up every cell in my brain with lust. Everything in him asks me to surrender to the pleasure he is giving me. I was completely his. He could have f****d me, and I would gladly die.

Fuck, the way he moves… How does he know where to touch me? It was like he had a map or something about my most sensitive spots.

I was a moaning mess and clenched my walls on his fingers. Andre felt it and groaned in satisfaction.

“Mine!” He growled. “Forever... mine,” and Andre lapped my shoulder, kissed, and bit it without piercing my skin.

“Yes!” I gasped, and he increased his tempo against my ass and his fingers quickened their pace, coming in and out of me.

“Mark me,” I whispered, out of breath with my face almost buried on the pillow I was holding.

I was so high and close to my orgasm, but I wanted him. Oh, Goddess, I wanted him so badly!

Andre didn’t listen or didn’t want to listen, but my words made him speed up recklessly, and I came undone in his hand, out of breath. Not long after, he freed his seed on my ass, heaving on my nape.

His fingers were magical. Or was it the magic of the mate bond?

Another fantastic orgasm for this witch, by no other than his highness, King Andre Carvalho.

We didn't, catching up on our breaths. The heat of his body pulled me to him.

Andre kissed my shoulder, and I turned to look at his emerald eyes.

I was tired, but not entirely sated. Andre licked his fingers and smirked with no shame.

“Delicious,” he said, and kissed my lips again. I smiled at him in return.

“Because it is me!” I teased, and we laughed.

The vibration of our bodies after laughing aroused me again.

“We made it,” he said, more to himself than to me, taking a deep breath.

Andre has just released a load of c*m on me, but he is building another erection again and I haven't even touched him!

I wonder if we can try some more, pushing the boundaries of my promise a little further.

“See… And no one is dead,” I joked again, but Andre frowned this time.

               “This was very dangerous, Blanche. At one point, my Lycan almost took over.”

I was on my tummy; I couldn’t see it, but I guess it is understandable.

“I can imagine,” I said lazily, caressing softly my own sweaty chest, “but I wanted you to mark me.”

“Did you mean it?” Andre looked at me surprised.

“Yes, and we can try again…” I offered as I tried to reach his slightly swollen member, but Andre gripped my wrist, stopping me.

“No.” It was a big fat no from him.

“Oh…” I mumbled, feeling rejected.

Andre took my hand to his lips and kissed each finger. His eyes flickered between red and green.

I didn’t understand him.

I thought Children of the Moon crave to mark their mates at the first chance they get. If they ever wait is for their mating ceremony because of the werewolf's traditions. Andre is Lycan... the King of Lycans, in fact.

Wait… Is the ceremony that kept Andre from marking me?

Shit, we need to talk about his traditions. I thought they were not so important to him, although Andre mentioned he was against some traditions, not all... Agh! Blanche, you have not asked more about it!

“I am not saying I don’t want to mark you.” He explained, looking at my confusion.

“But you want a mating ceremony first, am I right?” I asked.

“Yes... and no.”

That is not an answer, Andre!

“Please, care to explain?” I asked as nicely as my patience allowed it. What can I say, I am still sexually frustrated!

“Yes, I want a mating ceremony with you.” He said with a sweet smile. “According to Lycan traditions, once our bond has matured and you are ready to bear my mark consciously, we should have our ceremony within the following days…”

Once our bond has matured, he said? How did he know our bond did that?

“And no… because I am sure that if I mark you, I will want to mate... and even if I control myself… I will not be strong enough against my Lycan.”

"Oh!" And it was an oh! of understanding this time.

“It’s very hard to resist my urges when we are this close," Andre told me with love in his eyes, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. A hand that smells of me and him.

Andre focused on my eyes instead of our nakedness.

“I almost lost you once, remember?” I nodded and Andre pulled a strand of my hair behind my ear. “It is the worst pain I’ve ever felt, Blanche. The beast and I know such pain would kill us.”

I kissed his lips without the intention of starting something, but we felt the pull again.

“If I have some control it is because I know that pain. I am living constantly between lust and fear of that pain. I would rather lose my arm, no... all my limbs, even my Kingdom, instead of losing you.”

That is why he would use others… I am not a fool, Andre revealed enough before. He would sacrifice Leon to protect me, but I cannot let it happen.

“I love you, Andre,” I told him sincerely.

He kissed me then and repeated sweet words between kisses. Promises of endless love and s*x. Andre knows how to seduce me.

“We should take a shower,” he stood up and offered me his hand to follow him.

When I stepped into the shower with him after discarding another piece of my undies.

When I shampooed my hair, I remembered what he said about our bond and the moment Andre used to confess and propose to me.

Andre likes plans. He didn’t know for sure about my feelings or he would have planned something special… this confession came out of nowhere. It was spontaneous. He didn’t even have a ring!

If he wanted to propose according to the witch's traditions, then a ring is needed. And we were in the middle of his sister’s party...

The whole thing is suspicious. It’s not like I hated it; in fact, I love it when Andre does things spontaneously, but something doesn’t add up.

I asked all those questions that brewed inside of my head once I had a silk robe on me, and some distance from each other.

“The necklace…” He started.

“My engagement necklace,” I specified, “the first gift you ever gave me, the one that is missing right now…”

“It’s not missing. Adela stored it in the safe box for now.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“It is a precious Lycan relic. It is said that our Moon Goddess granted it to the first Lycan after pardoning him to celebrate his union with his mate."

"I thought it was a legend," I answered.

“Legends are based on real things that happened in ancient times. The necklace has ancient magic in it...”

"I didn't sense any magic in it!" I am a witch; I can feel those things! "I am sorry to interrupt. Please, go on.” It made me anxious about the existence of such magical items! Are there more?

"The necklace has been in my family for generations. It only opens when the female accepts the bond with a Lycan King. Only the chosen mate of the King has ever worn it."

"But I am not your chosen mate. I am your fated one!" I complained.

Andre grinned like an i***t. Damn! I rolled my eyes at him.

“Come on, be serious!”

"I am serious!" Andre came closer and pulled me against his body, his hands on my hips and mine on his chest. "The necklace opened because you love me. I have wanted to tell you about my feelings for a while."

I pouted. I thought Andre said it first!

"Blanche, I have felt the bond, the pull... the raw attraction towards you from day one, but since I found you, I have also developed feelings for you that surpass the bond. You are my perfect match in all senses. I love you, my witch."

“So, if I were not your fated one…?”

“I would still choose you." Andre kissed my forehead. "But I don't know if you would choose me."

"Who knows?" I joked, and Andre growled playfully, hugging me tightly and peppering my face with kisses as punishment, making me giggle. His face has grown some beard and is raspy.

“So, do you accept to be my Queen, Blanche Lebrun?”

I tilted my head to one side and then the other, pursing my lips as if I were in deep thought. Andre was growing anxious, waiting for my answer. He is not confident of that necklace, then.

I didn't sense any magic in it, and it might be just a trick. I have had feelings for him for a while. But I had only admitted to myself tonight. Yeah, it must be a myth, but I will not break his bubble.

“Yes, I accept to be yours… for good, for bad, for thick and thin… in sickness and health… I want a life with you, Andre Carvalho.” I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Andre’s eyes filled with tears after hearing me.

"One life will not be enough … " Andre said before kissing me.

I offered Andre to choose the date for our mating ceremony and the coronation s**t he wants to do for me right after it. He wanted a big event. One bigger than the one held by the werewolves for Clara and Josh's mating ceremony.

Now, where do I get doves, swans, and peacocks? Maggie must help with it!

I was glad Andre didn't ask for a wedding, or we wouldn't sleep all night, arguing.

It was very late, or very early, but I was uncomfortable about our fur babies outside. We left them in his office, and even if Andre made his staff look after them, I wanted them in our room.

Andre was already putting on his robe to go and bring my children here when someone knocked on our door. He remembered his order of a glass of whisky, but the tray had a glass of it with ice.

It was inappropriate to burden Adela with that request from the start, but Andre acts like a spoiled child to her sometimes. And she allows it!

When Andre looked at the glass, he felt something was off. Adela would never forget something like that. She knows Andre likes neat whisky. He tried to reach her by mind link, but she didn’t answer.

“Stay here and lock the door.” He asked me before leaving me, startled.

A few minutes after Andre left, my phone rang. It was Cara.

“Please, come to help me. My baby is sick again. Eleazar left me, and he is not answering my messages now. He doesn't believe me!" Cara cried on the phone. “Tricia hates me... everyone hates me!”

I didn’t want to pity her, but if Lucy was sick again, I couldn't abandon her.

“Tell me her symptoms,” I asked her on the phone while coming out of my room.

Oddly, my guards were not around. I took a step forward, and when I looked to my right... I shudder at the sight of my visitor.

It was no other than the evil witch from the east in the flesh.