Page 10 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

CHAPTER 4

Itold him everything, about that pretender Dorothy that had absconded with my shoes. I told him about her trying to drop a house on me, and how I thought I was rid of her until some of the Munchkins started turning up dead.

Scarecrow rubbed his dark whiskered jaw and I found myself trailing off whatever I had been saying just to watch the motion.

His chiseled jawline was perfection and I loved his high cheekbones—those lips and that tongue. I shuddered inadvertently.

“Indy, you are doing it again,” his dark whisper brought my eyes to his own, and I flushed holding the sheet to my chest.

“Give me my clothes back,” I muttered, “Your nakedness is distracting the hell out of me.”

He smiled widely and then stood. I saw every inch of his tall frame. Those tree trunks that pose for thighs and his impossibly hard ass. There wasn’t an inch of his muscular body that didn’t have my mouth watering.

And I had more than noticed his dick was at half-mast. So, sue me, it was something that you couldn’t not stare at.

He threw me my purple lace bra and one of his black t-shirts. And I remembered that the last time I had seen my panties, they were stuffed in my mouth.

“I need something for the bottom half,” I complained as I roped the girls back into their confines of purple lace.

“You really don’t,” he smirked, but went over to a large dresser and pulled out a faded pair of boxers. “This will have to do.”

I gratefully accepted them and rolled the waist so that they would stay up. “You need some clothes too, Scarecrow.” I reminded.

He raised a brow but didn’t complain as he pulled his jeans back on—this time buttoning them.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

I immediately had an image of his cock sliding into my mouth. Hell yeah, I was hungry.

In a flash he was next to me, his hands clutching my ass possessively, “You have a filthy mind, Princess.”

“You don’t know what I was thinking,” I whimpered as he brought his lips to my neck.

“Your green eyes darken and your lips part when you're thinking about fucking.”

I had no idea that he had paid that close attention to me. “Maybe I was thinking about eggs and sausage?”

His smile against my neck had my pussy clenching.

“You were thinking about my sausage, and for the record, no biting,” he nipped at my neck and I moaned softly.

Scarecrow was frozen for a second against me and then to my dismay, he let me go.

“Come on, Indy, we need to feed you,” he walked out of his room without a second glance and my eyes zeroed in on his deeply tanned back. I couldn’t help but allow myself to linger on his impossibly tight butt.

“Stop staring at my ass, Princess,” he called out, and my eyes flashed to his face.

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