Page 49 of The Damned (Coven of Bones #3)

B EE L ZE B U B

Margot’s hand stilled, her eyes wide as she moved to take her hand from her own underwear. I struggled to wrap my mind around what I saw, around what she’d been willing to do to bring me back.

“Don’t stop,” I grunted, sitting up slowly.

My body ached, every inch of me throbbing with the massive number of injuries covering my body.

My throat was sore, the flesh torn and unforgiving.

Even though the bleeding had stopped, Margot’s magic serving to accomplish that much so far, it would take time to heal the wounds that would have killed me otherwise.

But none of that pain changed the fact that I was already harder than a rock in my pants, staring at Margot’s delicate fingers as she moved them slowly and gently once again.

I swallowed thickly, desperate to replace them with mine but not willing to break this moment.

It mattered to me, knowing what I did now, that Margot’s first orgasm came at her own hand.

That it wasn’t something I’d given to her, but something she took for herself.

A pleasure she should have never deprived herself of, hers to claim anew.

“Beel,” she said, her voice breaking off with the barest hint of a sob. I knew the emotions clogging her throat were at risk of chasing away the desire I felt in the air, the scent of it sweet and thick as it tangled with her magic, touching my wounds and working to heal them slowly.

“I’m right here, songbird,” I said, attempting to chase away the thoughts of just how close I’d been to death.

The thought of her making her way through Hell alone nearly killed me, especially when she’d been so close to death herself before I found her.

She moved her hand, shifting it higher as two fingers moved beneath the fabric of her underwear.

She circled her clit, her head dropping back ever so slightly as her mouth fell open.

“I want to see you,” I said, keeping my voice gentle.

I didn’t dare move as her eyes widened, her stare searching my eyes, and I knew she was weighing her options.

Deciding if this was something she wanted to allow the man who’d just claimed she meant nothing only an hour prior.

I waited for her signal, my heart in my throat as she nodded slowly, standing from the bed with a slow, cautious ease that made me want to whisper in her ear, to tell her everything would be alright.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, hesitating to slide them down for me.

I moved to the edge of the bed, covering her hands with mine and helping her guide them down slowly.

Her breath hitched when my seated position put my mouth so close to her, so near where I wanted to kiss more than anything I could ever remember wanting before.

Instead, I forced myself back to the bed with a groan, watching as she settled herself back against the footboard.

With my legs out of her way, she spread her own farther, dropping them open so I could see all of her.

She arched her back over the footboard ever so slightly, putting her pussy on display for me as she touched herself again.

The sight of her delicate fingers dancing over her flesh nearly brought me to my knees.

A moan dragged its way up my throat as the wound on my neck pulsed with fresh warmth.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasped, watching her as she ran her tongue over her dry lips.

She reached lower between her legs, pumping two fingers into her pussy with slow glides.

My hand rose slowly, touching myself through my pants.

I couldn’t not adjust myself with how perfect she was spread out for me, her long legs crossing the bed and creamy flesh so soft as she moaned.

“I want to see you,” she said, her voice tentative. Uncertain, but her gaze dropped to my groin, to the hand that had taken to stroking myself through the fabric.

I froze, everything in me stilling as I tried to understand the best path forward from this moment. Did I trust that she knew what she wanted, or did I try to hold her back so she wouldn’t regret this?

“Are you sure?” I asked, taking in the quick and sharp nod.

There was no hesitation in the affirmation as her hips thrust forward, pressing more firmly into her own hand as she worked herself slowly, tenderly.

She was learning her body, taking the time to understand what she liked as I watched, and the knowledge would be something I planned to use to my advantage very fucking soon.

I paid attention to each quickening of her breath, to each gasp and moan, to the movements of her hand that had earned them.

As I tugged my pants down over my ass, I learned her body as she did.

It might not have been my hands on her, my fingers buried in her pussy, but I memorized everything she liked all the same.

Margot whimpered as my cock sprang free, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

I knew what the angle would reveal, the piercing on the underside of my cock where it met my balls.

I wrapped a hand around my length where it curved up toward my stomach, stroking it gently as Margot’s attention remained fixed on the touch.

She blinked, shaking her head as her attention shifted back to my face. I grinned at her, watching as a hesitant smile came to her mouth in response.

“I don’t think—”

“Don’t worry about that right now, songbird.

All you need to worry about today is letting me watch you come,” I said, shoving her worries away for tomorrow.

Whatever it was that had started to take her out of the moment was a concern for another time.

“I want to watch you soak your fingers. Nothing is evil, Margot. Lust can create something beautiful, too.”

“I—” She broke off, her fingers hesitating as I reached between us.

I held her, refusing to allow her to stop when she was so close.

I didn’t touch her tender, swollen flesh, but looked her in the eyes as I smirked.

“Without lust, none of humanity would exist. Without it, I wouldn’t have you,” I said, earning a strangled gasp from her mouth.

She huffed a laugh, but her hand resumed its playing, working her clit with me so close.

I leaned my forehead against hers, holding her gaze as I stroked my cock.

Her breath hitched, her fingers working faster.

She was going to orgasm before I was ready, her body already primed, but I knew enough about Red witches to know that her orgasm would pull me over the edge with her.

“With me,” I said, holding her gaze as she gasped. She curled her body forward as she tightened, her eyes blazing like the brightest flames I’d ever seen.

And then she came, her magic bursting out of her like a storm.

Her body shook with the force of it. My cum soaked my hand as she stole my pleasure from me and absorbed it, a give-and-take balance that brought her body into harmony more than I’d ever seen from her.

The tense lines of her face smoothed out as I released myself, staring into the fires of her eyes.

The glow she always carried seemed brighter, making her look like a goddess as she reached forward.

Her hand smelled like her pussy as she peeled the bandage away from my neck, staring down at the freshly healed pink flesh in shock.

Her gaze roamed over the rest of my injuries, shifting to the side to look at my wounds and the burns on my legs as I laughed. Bringing her hand to my mouth, I pressed her fingers against my tongue to get my first taste of Heaven.

“Everything you do is beautiful, Margot,” I said, shrugging as she sagged forward, her mind trying to understand the intensity of the magic she kept inside her. “Why would this be any different?”

She laughed, launching herself at me. She tackled me to the bed, hugging me so tightly that I didn’t dare to move. Even though she seemed to have forgotten, we were both nude from the waist down. Her pussy was so close to my cock, but I shoved down the desire building anew.

This witch would be the death of me if she didn’t fuck me first.