Page 12 of All My Hexes (Pine Gulch Ever After)

Dain

Shadow shudders in my arms, reaching up to rest her hand over mine. She glances back up over her shoulder, green eyes flashing in the fading light.

“As a matter of fact, I do like wild.” She slides her left hand up the outside of my thigh, reaching for the spade at the tip of my tail.

Dragging her nails up its surface, she laughs when I shudder, horns flexing with need.

“Do you like wild, Dain? I think you do, based on that first night we shared.”

I love wild. I love getting dominant and bossy with a woman. And Shadow responded so beautifully to that. Growling, I plant my wing tips in the dirt and use the leverage to flip us so she’s on her back on the blanket. Notching one knee between her legs, I use it to push her thighs open.

She purrs like a kitten and arches her back, thrusting her hips up to grind against mine. I growl low and deep, rolling my hips in time with hers. It’s a delicious friction and gods know I love a tease. We’re fully clothed and sometimes, that’s more fun than the main event.

Shadow slips her hands beneath the hem of my shirt, eyes dropping to my abs.

Every time I rock my hips against hers, she watches how they flex.

Part of me preens at her obvious appreciation for the body I keep fit through calisthenics and regular long distance flight training with some of the skyball players.

Bending forward, I cover her mouth with mine, tongue tangling gently with hers. I break it and suck at her lower lip, her taste bursting across my senses. It’s different this time, suspecting what I do about her.

That first night we hooked up, she was a gorgeous witch with an immediate and obvious mutual attraction. But tonight? She means more to me and I’m certain of it. Bringing my mouth over hers again, I deepen the kiss, sliding my tail up the side of her jeans and into her shirt.

She moans into the kiss when I push my tail up under her bra and thwap her nipple.

Her hips move faster, soft cries tumbling from her lips as her kiss grows hungry.

She pops up onto one hand and demands more, threading her fingers through my hair to grip the base of one horn.

It flexes and straightens as I growl, heat swirling through me.

“I need you to get off at least once before I undress you.” I roll over and pull her on top of me, settling one leg on either side of my hips. I’m hard as stone, my cock straining against the front of my jeans. Pushing her jeans down, I grin at finding no panties beneath it.

Shadow leans forward, shoving my shirt to my neck and planting her hands on my chest. She lets her head fall to one side, black hair hanging long to tickle my upper abs.

I’m entranced as she grinds against me, biting her lower lip.

I want to know how she feels, I want that bond and connection that’ll tell me more than what I can read on her face.

Moving my tail around her, I slip it between her thighs and along her pussy. She’s soaked, covering my tail in hot slick as I pull her jeans fully off.

“So needy,” I growl, shifting up onto my elbows so we’re chest to chest. “You need to come, don’t you, my little witch?”

Her eyes flash open and she smirks at me, one black brow lifting high with attitude. “ Make me, Dain.”

Fuck. Oh fuuuuck.

“You’re saying the right things,” I slide my spade into her pussy and pump gently, curling it against her G-Spot. “But you’re not gonna last, little one.”

She groans as I move in and out of her slowly. Moving one hand to her hips, I grind her harder. She’s so wet she’s soaking my cock even through the jeans. Reaching down, I grip that sexy spot where her thigh meets her hip and use the grip to work her harder over my length.

“Dain,” she moans. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

I let out a satisfied, victorious laugh. This is so easy with her, so natural, like everything I am is wired to be the best she’s ever had. And everything she does turns me on so much more than anyone else I’ve ever been with.

I arch my back and roll my hips, lifting her off the ground as I try not to come from watching her pleasure. She shudders and gasps, her breath rising to hard, short pants as she gets close.

“That’s it,” I croon. “Come for me, little witch.”

She curls her fingers into my chest hair and lets out a stuttered groan.

It rises as she thrusts wildly over my length.

My name falls from her lips like a prayer as heat swirls, tightening my sack and shaft.

But it’s when she opens those brilliant green eyes and sucks in a deep breath that I lose it.

I lose it because seeing her—the woman I believe must be my mate—in such ecstasy is more than I can handle.

With a guttural roar, I dig my fingers into her hips and allow orgasm to rush through me.

I gnash my teeth, eyes rolling into my head as seed shoots down my length, wetting my jeans and making an absolute mess.

Cradling Shadow to me, I bury my nose in the hollow at the base of her throat and center on that scent.

Raspberries.

Gooseberry cheese.

Pumpkin mead.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I gasp for air as orgasm slowly fades. Slumping to the ground, I pull Shadow down with me so we’re chest to chest. We breathe each others’ air, eyes scanning one another’s face.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, tucking black hair up over her shoulder. “So damn beautiful.”

She crosses her arms over my chest and rests her chin on them. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

I lift up to nuzzle her nose with mine. “Good enough to get you off with all of our clothes still on.”

She chuckles. “Are you proud of that, Dain?”

I sit upright, settling her legs around my waist again. “Not proud, no. Resolved, most definitely. I need more of your pleasure, my little witch.”

She shoots me a sassy look. “And what if I need more of yours first, my handsome gargoyle?”