Page 59 of Hexy Beast

The denim drops to the stone floor like yellow leaves letting go of the tree branch. He goes faster on my sweater, thank the Fates, carving through the heavy knit from V-neck to hem. Unable to stay still any longer, I shrug off what is now a cardigan, and it joins what’s left of my jeans on the ground. I’m standing there in only my least favorite bra and my favorite pair of panties, and the big jerk takes a step back. Eyeballing me from toes to tresses, he scratches his chin with his claw, as if he’s trying to decide whether to go north or south next.

“Either way, you win a prize,” I tell him, surprised I’m able to form words in this situation.

“True,” he agrees, taking a step forward and sliding the point of his claw under the top edge of my bra. “But if I go here, I get to see my favorite tits in the world. I can lick them and cup them and suck on the hard nipples.” He traces a sharp line down my abdomen to the scalloped elastic waist of my panties. “But if I go here next, well, that’s the whole game, isn’t it? I could spend days in that sweet pussy of yours.” He steps back again. “It’s not an easy decision.”

I have unleashed a beast and I fucking love it—and judging by the self-satisfied look on his face and the hard length of cock pressing against his jeans, so does he.

“Don’t suppose you have a coin I can flip,” he asks, drawing out the moment in the worst, best way.

I pat my bare hips. “All out.”

He lifts an eyebrow in suggestion.

“Fine,” I say with a roll of my eyes, playing along with his game.

A quick whispered spell and the scent of honeysuckle sweeps through the air along with a quarter. He grabs it before it can float past him and flicks it upward. It tumbles end over end several times before landing in his palm. He flips it over onto the back of his hand.

“Tails,” he says without even bothering to look at the quarter.

“So the fix is in,” I say.

Or at least that’s what I was going to say before he makes quick work of cutting through my panties and bra in a flurry of movement that leaves me naked without even the tiniest of scratches.

Darius steps back and admires his handiwork. There’s something about his cocky confidence that makes me want to both laugh and tease him. So I do, letting a chuckle escape as I wriggle my fingers and make all his clothes do a disappearing act.

“What’s good for the goose,” I say.

“Is good for the wolf?” he shoots back.

I might have had a comeback to that, but Darius goes into speedy shifter mode, and he’s got me pressed against the cave wall, kissing me like he’ll never get enough, before I have the chance to come up with one.

I’m not mad about it.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Darius…

In my whole life, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to be balls deep in Effie right now.

Kissing her while I’ve got one hand lifting her perfect fucking ass and the other with my now-sheathed claw behind her back so her bare skin isn’t pressed against the cold stone cave wall is the best and the worst thing to ever happen to me. I want to keep going, but if I don’t pull back enough to slide inside her right the fuck now, it feels like I might implode.

My little chaos witch, though, must sense my dilemma or have had enough of waiting herself.

She pulls away from the kiss what little she can considering our position and says, “The rest of it later. I need you inside me. Now.”

At least I’m not the only one riding the edge of losing it completely.

Sure, I could say something clever if I could put two thoughts together at the moment, but I can’t. Not when she’s this close, we’re both naked, and I know just how damn good it feels to slide my cock home. So I do the best I can and give a growl of agreement before doing exactly what Effie wants.

“Fuck me,” I gasp out as soon as I plunge my cock deep.

“That’s the general idea,” Effie says, somehow still coherent as she starts undulating her hips.

It’s almost more than I can take. I need…I don’t know exactly, but I know it involves Effie. So without losing our rhythm, I settle back so I’m sitting on the edge of the moonstone crate, taking her with me so she’s riding my cock like it’s her favorite thing in the world to do. Thank fuck the chest is charmed to stand the weight of four of me, because if this thing were to break while Effie is doing that thing with her body that’s making me see stars, I’d continue going even if I had a million splinters in my ass.

Hands on her hips, I help piston her up and down on my dick. She’s pressed tight against my front, as if she needs the friction of my chest against her nipples. I get it. It doesn’t feel like I can touch enough of her either. Everything seems to be building and intensifying as I fuck her, going as deep as I can and filling her completely before tugging her upward so I can shove her down on me again.

The sound of our bodies coming together and the sweet scent of her wet pussy fill the cave. I’m either kissing her mouth or running my lips down her neck or nipping at the sensitive skin at her shoulder as she controls the pace and rhythm. Up and down and hip twist and arching her back to take me in more, she is absolutely perfect. Nothing has ever felt this good before. Our skin is slick with the effort of it all, and I’m breathing like I’m on mile one hundred of a marathon, but there’s no way I’m stopping.