Chapter 40

Chapter 40
Bridget was evolving, learning to control her powers, taking command of the magic within her. But with that, her power grew every day. It seemed the more she mastered it, the stronger it became.
That shouldn’t have been a problem—a witch so powerful she didn’t need spells, just a command to make things happen. But I was one of the few who thought that way.
The witches were in a frenzy. Those women and men might think they hid their scheming well, but they didn’t. Peta and I had overheard conversations where words like “threat,” “out of control,” and “danger” were linked to Bridget and her power. That’s why we decided to have men tail them twenty-four hours a day. If they were planning something against her, we’d know before anything happened.
We still hadn’t figured out who her father was, which meant we didn’t know who we’d be fighting. I was genuinely worried about what we were facing and when he’d strike. Bridget might be strong, and her father feared she’d defeat him, but we didn’t know who he’d ally with or when she’d be ready to face him.
“Can I know why you’re so serious?” Her voice pulled me back from my thoughts.
Bridget was only poking her head into my office, her hair loose and wet, telling me she’d probably just showered and come down for breakfast.
“I’m always this serious.”
She walked into the room, closing the door behind her before saying anything. Bridget rounded the desk and sat in my lap. It was becoming a habit, and I couldn’t complain. It was the first time I felt like a normal man, not someone people expected something from or followed out of obligation.
“No, you’re only this serious when something big is going on.” Her hand slid over my shoulders to my neck. “I know you well, little wolf.”
“Little wolf? That’s new. Where’d that come from?”
“You call me little witch. I think it’s only fair.”
I shook my head and smiled. Seeing her so carefree like this was great. It relieved me and made me happy to know she was happy by my side, happy while carrying our son—so different from everything I’d seen growing up, different from everything I’d lived through.
I held her face and kissed her. Slowly, my lips claimed hers, our tongues intertwined, and Bridget moaned, shifting in my lap, making me grip her hips tighter.
“Little wolf…” she whispered between kisses, but I didn’t give her time to speak. “Wolfie…” Bridget gasped when I quickly turned her hips and positioned her straddling me. “Quanah, no!” she shouted, placing her hands on my shoulders to stop me.
“What?” I asked, breathless.
“You’re doing this to distract me, but it won’t work!” She was too smart or starting to know me too well. “Come on, what’s going on?”
I took a deep breath, knowing she was right, but I didn’t want to burden her with problems when she already had so many to deal with.
“I’m just thinking we still haven’t figured out who your father is. Peta and the others think we should talk to Louis again…”
“The vampire?” I just nodded. “But Seth said you don’t have a friendly relationship, so going there is just taking risks without knowing if you’ll get answers.”
“Seth needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.” That kid had no boundaries. “History made us archenemies, but times have changed, and Louis and I have known each other for a while.”
“Still, he’s not your friend. He could be on my father’s side—you don’t know that.”
“Well, I don’t have many options. It’s either that or call Koschei and ask him.”
“No, that’s out of the question!” she snapped, and I felt her whole body tense. That wasn’t fear; I knew when she was scared. “When I said I wanted him out of my life and our son’s, I meant it.”
“Okay, then I’ll go to Louis and get the answers. Now come here, let me kiss you properly.”
I bit her lower lip, drawing a gasp from her, and quickly slipped my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moans and craving more. Her soft lips met mine. I slid my hands down her hips, and the dress she wore was so thin I could feel every curve. I could feel her round, soft ass against my fingers, and when I moved up a bit, I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. My erection formed instantly, hard as a rock, ready to claim what was mine!
But she quickly pushed me away, her hands firmly on my shoulders, keeping me pinned against the chair.
“We’re going together!”
“No, little witch. I’m not putting you two at risk for no reason. You’ll stay here where it’s safe.”
Bridget grabbed my cock through my pants and moved her fingers until she unzipped them and pulled it out. Her hands slid over it, a slow caress, then she gripped the base, and I squeezed her ass to keep myself from taking control right then.
“We’re going together.” Bri lifted her hips and guided me to her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against it, coating me with her arousal. “Or you’re not going anywhere.”
“Bridget, be reasonable…” She sank down, swallowing my cock with that tight pussy, making me lose my words. I groaned, gripping the wooden desk, but really wanting to spank that ass.
“We’re going together!” The little witch rose slowly and sank again, crushing my cock. “Together, say it with me.”
Her light eyes captured mine, and I saw lust and desire reflected in them. Her mouth brushed mine, but she opened it, moaning as she started grinding with me buried inside her.
“Little witch…” I groaned, feeling her walls grip me—soft, hot, and so damn wet!
“Together,” she gasped, holding the back of the chair tighter.
“Together!” I pressed my forehead to hers and let her ride me, chasing her pleasure and driving me insane.
I couldn’t believe I’d just agreed to that, but with Bridget grinding on my cock like that, it was hard to think.
“Fuck me, Quanah! Fuck me!”
I didn’t wait for another request. I stood from the chair, still buried inside her, and placed her on the desk. My thrust was deep, and we both moaned in unison. I thrust twice, three times, losing count. All I could hear was the wood scraping the floor with the force and our moans growing louder, my cock going deep inside her, sliding in her wet pussy.
I felt her nails dig into my arms, and her walls tightened even more. I knew she was close. I thrust deep and rolled my hips, letting my pelvis stimulate her clit. When I did it a second time, Bridget screamed, coming, her body trembling beneath mine, her pussy milking my cock, pushing me to the edge until I exploded with her.
“Together,” I murmured, our foreheads pressed together as I tried to catch my breath.