Page 44 of Best Hex Ever
So much for keeping their weekend fling a secret. It was abundantly clear to all her friends that something was going on between them. Ah well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Scott clearly had the same idea as they wandered back to the house. He bent down and planted a kiss, barely a brush of his lips, on Dina’s temple.
A soft shiver rippled over her skin. The kiss was a promise. Tonight, after her Samhain ritual, Dina knew exactly what she was going to do to Scott Mason.
Chapter 17
Dina stood in her bedroom in the cottage, looking out at the moonlit forest. So much was happening so fast. They had kissed, and it had been better than she’d imagined. Goddess knows that she’d been imaginingit.
She had dressed in a daze, throwing on a silky purple dress that corseted her, making her tits look about as voluptuous as they could be. The whole time, she thought about Scott. It might have been a blessing in disguise that they’d been interrupted in the lovers’ nook, because otherwise she wouldn’t have stopped. Being around him unleashed something inside of her; she found herself craving things she hadn’t wanted before.
But there was still a part of her she was holding back: her magic. Maybe it was the wedding, seeing most of her friends and family coupled up and in love, but Dina felt a growing urge to reveal her witchcraft to Scott. She felt more at home around him than she’d ever felt with anyone else. Even Rory.
How would he react if she showed him her magic? Would he become angry and jealous as Rory had? She hadn’t felt the need to share her magic with other romantic partners before sleeping with them, but with Scott it felt like a bridge she had to cross. She felt a need for him to understand her entirely—body and mind and soul. To see this facet of her and acceptit.
A reminder of the hex scratched at the back of Dina’s mind, but she chose not to pay attention to it. When she was around Scott, the hex and her problems all felt far away. Like they belonged to another Dina—not her, not right now.
There was a knock at her bedroom door.
“Dina, are you ready?” Scott asked.
They had one final dinner before the wedding tomorrow, and Dina didn’t want to waste another minute alone in a room when she could be with Scott. If all she could have was this one perfect weekend with him, she would take it. Even if the feelings stirring inside her told her she wanted more.
Heart in her throat, Dina opened the door to Scott.
He filled the doorway, dressed sharply in a maroon two-piece suit that brought out the darkness of his beard. She saw the way he took her in, his eyes darkening as they trailed down her body, leaving scorch marks in their wake.
“Fuck, Dina. You’re gorgeous,” he growled. “Would you like me to escort you there?”
Her mouth felt dry. “Escort me? That’s very gentlemanly of you.”
“I have been known to occasionally act like a gentleman.”
“Is that so?” Dina took Scott’s proffered arm and they headed out of the cottage, locking the door with the giant wrought-iron key.
The forest stilled around them, waiting. Night had settled in, bringing slivers of moonlight with it that pierced through the canopy of great oaks and spruces. The path was barely visible in the blue-black night. Dina shuddered in a breath, suddenly nervous now that the moment had arrived. The moonlight had made the decision for her. She would show Scott her magic, here and now.
“There’s something I think I want to show you,” she said abruptly, her words almost sounding like a question.
“What is it?”
“You won’t freak out?”
Scott tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers.
“You can tell me anything. It might surprise me, but I won’t run away,” he promised.
“I must be going crazy, doing this so soon,” she muttered. “Wait here.”
She dashed back to the cottage. She hadn’t performed this spell before, but the way to do it had already formed in her mind, easy as breathing. Dina re-emerged with an empty teacup, mischief alive in her expression.
“You ready?”
He swallowed, nodding.
Dina raised her arms, palms facing upward, the teacup held high. The forest grew dark around them. Like any sliver of moonlight was vanishing, leaving them in absolute black.
Only it wasn’t for long, as a pool of silvery substance—not liquid but not air either—began to swarm around her, like it was raining moonlight. She turned her face to the sky and was bathed in a milky glow. Sometimes she forgot how much joy raw magic brought her.
