Page 43 of Warrior Witch

“I’m about to come.”

I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to feel him come apart under me. To swallow him down and accept all he’d give me. Squeezing his hand in acknowledgement, I doubled down, concentrating on his tip while I worked his length with my fist.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

His grip tightened on me, and I felt the pulse under my tongue before his release filled my mouth. I swallowed fast, only gagging a little as his orgasm stretched on longer than expected. Eventually, he flopped back against the ground, and I crawled up his body to snuggle into his side.

“That was…” I tried to find a word to describe how much I’d enjoyed what we’d done.

When he didn’t reply, I waited in the silence, hoping I hadn’t epically screwed up somehow.

Why wasn’t he talking?

Maybe I’d read the room wrong, and he was trying to figure out how to tell me to leave. The thought didn’t sit well, but when I pulled back, the conflict was there on his face.

Well, this is awkward.

I had more dignity than to become the clingy girl who didn’t read the room after sex, so instead of having the talk, I gathered my courage and prepared to leave.

Hey, at least he’d taken my mind off the whole dying thing for a little while.

“Where are you going?”

“I was… ah… I don’t… Where are you going?” Well done, Harlow. Idiot.

Hendrix slid a hand beneath his head, and I dug my nails into my palms to keep from drooling at the flex of his bicep.

“Do you know why I’m in Spells Hollow?”

I eased myself into a seated position and cocked my head, wondering where he was going with the question.

“How would I know when you haven’t told me?”

He grunted, as though I should have just known. Seriously, the guy was confusing as hell sometimes.

“I forgot you don’t know about my kind.”

“Lion-birds?” I joked.

“Gryphons.” He pulled me back down beside him and flicked my nose. “I’m a treasure hunter. My kind excel at finding and hoarding things of value.”

“Like dragons?”

He snorted.

“Stop interrupting. Especially with insulting comparisons like that. Now. I came to Spells Hollow because I had the sense a great treasure was here. Something life-changing. Something I had to have.”

I nodded, scowling as I thought it through. I’d been around a lot of Spells Hollow in the past few days, and while the town was rich in history, I hadn’t seen anything of significant monetary value.

“Do you think it’s in one of the houses we can’t get into? We can help you, if you want, but I’m pretty sure Bruin will try to take it from you. Maybe we should keep it a secret.”

His chuckle rumbled through me.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m pretty sure I’ve found it. Not quite what I was expecting, but I can’t say that I’m disappointed.”

“What?”

“You.”

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