Page 26 of Hazel’s Choice (A Monstrous World: Next Gen)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zephyr

A nnex isn’t at the house when we shimmer in, so I jump us to the club. His room is empty, which seems fitting for this shit show of a day, but I can’t fathom leaving Hazel long enough to track him down.

“I left my phone on my bed when we popped into the house. I thought we were staying there,” Hazel mumbles, stretching in my hold and burying her nose in my throat. “Fuck, Zeph. You smell so damn good.”

“I hope it’s helping,” I murmur, walking us over to the bed. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Before I can even lay Hazel down on the mattress, she pulls my T-shirt up and over my head. “I forgot about all these sexy muscles.”

“Thank you,” I say, fighting the urge to allow my chest to puff with pride.

Hazel is an excellent multitasker. She pulls her dress off, tossing it aside and shoving her nose back into my throat while moving to work my belt and jeans. “Why is everything so hard right now?”

“Shh, sometimes it can be fun to take our time while undressing,” I tell her, palming her ass. I flatten my other hand on her back and lower her to the mattress. My knees settle between her thighs, and I crawl over her with my jeans hanging open.

“That sounds sweet and romantic and the opposite of what my body currently needs.” She groans, running her hands down my back. Once she reaches my jeans, she gives them a shove. It doesn’t do much to actually get them down, but I get the point.

“All right, little witch, let me take care of you.” I kick out of my shoes and use a tiny sliver of magic to pull my socks off.

No one wants to be the idiot trying to look sexy in nothing but white socks. I debate taking my pants and boxers off, but I think I should spend some time focused on her first, or we might be tempted to rush through important steps.

“Remember when you called me sweet girl earlier? I really liked that.” Hazel’s head bobbles up and down.

“You got it, sweet girl.” My mouth falls to hers, and I tease a hand down to brush her pussy over her panties.

She moans against my lips, her hands digging into the top of my ass as she tries to pull me closer. Her skin burns mine, causing alarm to pulse in my chest.

Right.

Heats aren’t the same as normal desire. They’re a biological response meant to increase the likelihood of breeding and thus reproduction of more omegas. Or that’s what I was taught, but then again, I was under the impression they no longer existed. Hazel proves that hypothesis incorrect.

Tugging her panties to the side, I brush the backs of my fingers over her pussy.

She is drenched.

“Yeah, more of that,” she says, nodding frantically. “You should be inside me. Gods, I ache.”

My mouth falls to hers, and I shove my tongue into her mouth at the same time I push two fingers inside her. Her nails rake down my back, and my nostrils flare as I suck down potent hits of her pheromones.

The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, as are my efforts to fuck her with my hand, but Hazel isn’t afraid to plant her feet on the mattress and guide me where she wants me.

She’s a dangerous vixen, making me imagine things I shouldn’t. Mainly, what it would be like to keep her. I’m fairly sure I could put up with Annex for eternity just to keep Hazel.

Witches have a similar lifespan to humans, but she and Annex bonded.

That means she’s now essentially immortal.

I believe the only exception to that would be if he were killed on this plane; the backlash of the bond breaking would likely bring Hazel’s life to an end.

He would regenerate in Hell, but she would be lost forever.

The thought sends a pang to my chest.

“I forgot I learned how to do the clothing trick,” she mumbles, pulling back from my lips. Before I know what’s happening, she moves her hand between us and closes her eyes.

The cool breeze that slides across my ass indicates that she figured out how to magic away our clothing, but I’m unprepared for the level of strength she possesses when she gives my shoulders a firm shove.

My hand falls from her pussy as I carefully roll over her, landing on my back on the mattress.

Hazel follows me up and pounces. No other word would accurately describe the movement, and it makes me chuckle while my cock grows impossibly hard at the sight of her breasts bouncing.

My hands land on her hips, and she grinds my shaft against my pelvis, dripping all over me as she wiggles her hips.

“What do you need?” I slide my palm up her side, over her stomach, and move to tease her nipple.

“You!” Hazel rises on her knees and grabs my dick. Her thumb circles my crown, and I thrust up into her grip.

My muscles bulge with the weight of how forcefully I have to hold back. I ache to roll her over and slam inside her, but I’m unsure whether she’s actually physically prepared for all of that.

Hazel groans, bringing her other hand between us. She swipes the precum dribbling from my tip onto her finger and brings it to her lips.

She visibly shivers as her nipples tighten. Using her hand around my cock, she moves me to her opening and sinks down.

I hiss out a breath, and my stomach drops.

It’s almost painful acclimating to the extreme difference in our temperatures.

I should never have hesitated. The location might not have been appropriate, but I should have fucked her against the wall in Spellbound.

Anything to prevent her suffering for longer.

Her mouth falls open, and the look on her face makes my heart thump like the pounding of a drum.

How am I ever supposed to go back to a life without her in it?

I would lose a lot if I fell, but I would gain her. I’m starting to think that’s more than a fair trade.

Hazel’s hands move to my chest, and she tilts forward as she rides me. It makes her long dark hair fall around my face, and that only causes her scent to burst in the air even more potently.

My head grows hazy.

Every sensation is intense, and I don’t know what to do or what to focus on. Her breasts jiggle, and she moves her hips in a circular motion that really fucking does it for me.

“Before all of this is said and done, you’re going to destroy me.” My head shakes. Gods, I suck at this. “Come on, sweet girl. Use me. Take what you need.”

My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hip, and I bring the other hand to cradle her cheek. Stretching up, I capture her mouth.

My crown bumps the bottom of her pussy, and Hazel moves to deep grinding movements that have my pleasure teetering dangerously close to the edge.

Every time I’m inside her, it becomes difficult to tell where I end and she begins.

It’s an otherworldly connection that I didn’t realize existed.

I’ve never heard anyone describe sex like this, but when I’m with Hazel, it feels like two halves of one whole coming together.

Almost like I’ve heard fated mates described.

It’s a startling revelation, but not because I’m afraid of what it means. More so, I find it difficult to comprehend why it took me so long to come to this conclusion.

Hazel whimpers against my lips, and I lose my composure. Planting my heels on the bed, I buck up into her, slamming my tip against her cervix with every punishing stroke.

“How does that feel? Want more?” My fingers weave into her hair, and I take over, guiding our kiss.

Her inner walls ripple, and she gets much slicker to the point a wet sound fills the air as I rut up into her.

“You’re getting close. Aren’t you?” I nip at her lower lip.

She clamps down on my shaft, and that’s all the answer I think I’m going to get.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Make a mess of me while you come all over my cock. ”

My balls tighten, and euphoria builds under my skin. Her sweet scent is everywhere, egging me on as I buck into her G-spot.

Hazel sobs, digging her nails into my jaw as she frantically kisses me back.

Pleasure rips through my system, and I’m not sure I even make the conscious choice to claim her.

It’s more like my soul demands it. Angels usually prefer a back-of-the-neck bite, but my canines puncture Hazel’s lower lip.

I’m so out of it that I simply suck down her blood that spills around my teeth while I come deep in her pussy.

It takes feeling Hazel’s shock to comprehend that she accepted my claiming bite. Well, I certainly didn’t plan to bond her without having a discussion in which she consented to a lifelong bond, but I got lucky.

She accepted me, anyway.

I lick over the bite as I retract my canines, but Hazel pulls back with a jolt.

“Holy shit. You bit me,” she whispers with wide eyes.

“I did,” I agree. “And you accepted. We’re bonded.”