Page 17 of Wicked Witch

“I appreciate the ride, but I’m not some invalid, or child.”

“The belt can be tricky. I was just offering assistance,” I grumble. The tips of my ears are heating and I know I’m about to blush.

“Oh, well, I’ve got it.”

Leaving her, I back away, close the door and take my time moving toward the driver’s side.

After I’ve cooled down a little, I climb in and start the engine.

Wynter doesn’t say much on the drive back to town and the silence is making me itchy.

Her blackberry pie with a hint of frizzleberry scent overwhelms me and my cock has never been harder. Discreetly adjusting myself I groan quietly.

“How did you know where I was?”

Looking over at Wynter, I shrug. “The night we kissed and I saw the future, I also was called to Spells Hollow. I saw your reaction and knew you wouldn’t waste time. So I packed up the truck and followed you.”

“Wait, you’ve been following me the whole time? Why didn’t I sense you?”

“I thought you did at a rest stop. I was at the vending machine, but you never said anything.”

“That was you? What the fuck, Cirrus!” Leaning over, she starts to hit me and the wheel turns roughly, causing my tire to slip off the shoulder of the road.

“Stop, Wynter! Fuck woman!”

Worried she may cause an accident, I snap my fingers and restrain her with the most delicious candy. Licorice. Black to be exact with a yellow center that tastes like sunshine and frizzleberries.

Squirming, she continues to berate me, but we can deal with our frustrations after we are safely parked.

Getting back onto the road, I pull off to the side and park. “Now my little spitfire, if you wanted to whip me into submission all you had to do was say so.”

Before she can talk back, I unbuckle us with a snap of my fingers, lean over and pull her onto my lap, then kiss her lips once more.

Damn, she really is the sweetest sin. Like the darkest, bitter blackberry with a hint of honey. I could become addicted to her. Fuck, I think I already am.

Wiggling on top of my cock, I groan, releasing her lips. “I’m still mad at you, angel love, you could have killed us, but right now the moon rising in the sky and your tight little body on mine has me wanting to be foolish.”

“We still have to discuss this stalking nonsense, Cirrus, I don’t even know you…”

I cut her off again, mumbling a spell to protect us in case there are any wildebeests roaming the woods surrounding us, then kiss her once more. Moaning against my lips, Wynter begins to grind against me and I only have so much self control.

“That’s it, babycakes, use me,” I grunt against her mouth as her breaths become faster and her scent stronger.

“Fuck, Cirrus, I know I’m going to regret this in the morning, but if you don’t take me against this dashboard right now, I am going to curse you.”

Fuck, she’s on! Closing my eyes, I picture a bigger truck and the position I want Wynter. The seat reclines and she flips around, her clothes now gone thanks to my powers.

“Damn,” she moans as I smack her asscheek and grip her hip, pulling her onto my naked cock. Sitting up, I seat myself to the hilt and bend over so I can speak into her ear.

“You should never challenge a Fae, love.” That’s all the warning she gets before I fuck her hard and fast, not stopping until she’s exploded on my cock three times and is begging me to stop.

“Please, I can’t…” she moans, and I sigh. I’d rather go a few more hours, nestled in her tight heat, but it is past dark now.

“Fine, but next time I’m not stopping until your legs are jelly, and I have to be the one to carry you to the shower for round four.”

“Oh, God,” she cries out coming again, and I allow myself a long awaited release. Bright lights shine through my skin and it only confirms what I knew all along.

“Mate,” I grunt as my seed seeps into her.

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