Page 45 of My Hexed Honeymoon

“I’m sure a therapist would tell me I’m holding back because of my issues with my mother,” I quickly blurt, the vulnerable spot in my chest folding in on itself, and we can’t have that, so I rush to make a joke. “Although witches aren’t big on therapy. We’d rather make a potion with eye of newt and tooth of a wolf—which is where you come in.”

Diego’s the picture of unamused, with a side of go ahead and try. “No chance in hell you’ll get one of my teeth.”

“Oh come on, you have plenty! You were just showing them off to Riven.”

“Careful, or I’ll embed one in your ass.” He hauls me closer to him, making a blatant display of checking out my backside. “Yeah, I’ll definitely be biting that later.”

I laugh, some of the heaviness in my chest easing. He has this way of doing that, yet I don’t trust how long it’ll last. Only that when it comes to sex, lasting isn’t a problem for him.

Diego gasps, going all over the top with it. “You want me to, dirty girl.”

I swat him with the back of my hand. “Careful, or I’ll turn you into a toad and leave you out here.”

“That’d be a shame, mostly for you.” He trails kisses up the line of my neck, dips his tongue in my ear, and licks the shell, causing me to melt against him. “You only got a preview of what it can do, too. Be a good girl and go navigate the Hollow. I promise to reel you back in and give you a private showing later tonight.”

“Unfair,” is all I manage, and it’s more of a hum as he drags fingertips up and down my arms.

Everything is tingly and light, and I want his tongue and his praise and his body, so I mentally fortify myself the best I can—I’ve got work to do.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

It’sridiculous how well Diego’s combination of teasing and motivating works.

With his mouth at my ear, the promise of delivered pleasure still ringing in it, I’m a puppet, eager and willing to let him pull my strings.

I should probably be annoyed at how easily he can disarm me, but his tricks are easing my anxiety enough to allow my magic to crackle and buzz, so I lean into it.

Into him.

I know he’ll catch me if I fall, and that’s boosting my abilities, too, although I’m not sure turned-on is the best way to go charging into the nether.

I’ve got this. Find the Blood Loom. In and out, simple as that.

Even with the help of the man slipping a hand beneath the fabric of my shirt, I know it won’t be simple or easy.

But with his hand so callused and warm against my skin, my certainty in him as my anchor catapults my belief in myself and how far I can roam. I can feel each of the glowing threads ofthe universe, from the plants in various shades of green to the glowing lifeforce of several critters.

Birds, insects, rodents—a handsy werewolf.

His lips skim my neck as he palms one of my breasts.

“Okay,” I say breathily, “now that’s getting a little distracting.”

Diego groans against my skin, the vibrations of his deep voice rumbling through me. “You never know where the line is unless you go looking.”

“Well, you’ve found it, Lewis and Clark.” I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck, not helping myself one bit. “Notice I listed them both, as you’ve got the groping skills of at least two men.”

His huffed laughter hits the skin he’d recently be lavishing open-mouth kisses on, and I’m about to spin around and initiate round two, and that simply won’t do.

For reasons I’m struggling to recall right now.

“Get to it, then,bruja,” he says as he gives my ass a pat, going from naughty to a teammate on a football field in a flash.

Just kidding, he’s filling his hands with my ass cheek and squeezing, so I take that back. And while I shouldn’t like him calling me a witch in Spanish so much, it causes a full body shiver every time.

“That’s my promise that we’re not nearly done,” he whispers in my ear with a low growl, “Till we meet again, Talia’s ass.”

While my corporeal ass will remain on this plane with him, I don’t bother mentioning it. And not just because I want to be fully present when he makes good on his promise.

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