Page 29 of Hex
“It’s a bad idea to tease the Horseman in me.”
Her hand slides down to my cock, hard and fucking aching, then squeezes. I moan and she grins in victory. “Feels like a great idea to me.”
Gathering her braids with my right hand, I push her chin up so she’s at the perfect angle for me to devour her.
“I am Conquest, Satapti. Don’t ever forget that.”
My lips crash over Sage’s awaiting mouth and everything else disappears. There are no more kidnappings, no more fenrir, no one is dying or starving. Not even death is among us.
With every stroke of my tongue, I remember why I’m so addicted to her. I relive the first time we ever kissed on the sliver of beach along the river bank when Aiyana looked up at mewith eyes the color of earth and sky. The day my existence took on a greater significance. When I became whole from her mere presence.
I taste summer and youth and a dash of naïveté all mixed together into the woman who could rule the worlds with her sheer determination.
I taste our future and it’s fucking delicious.
I’m so consumed by the way our mouths are fused together, tongues dancing, lips brushing back and forth, that I’m taken off guard when she wraps her arms around my neck and locks her legs around my waist.
It’s fucking perfect and exactly in that position—kissing her with my hands now firmly planted on her ass—that I step through the portal. Once in The Shade, I set my sights on my apartment, open the door, then slam it shut with my foot, effectively keeping the outside world at bay.
“Fuck, I missed you.” I’m breathless as I rip off her clothing, throwing whatever she has on her body across the room.
“This is real, right? I’m not dreamwalking?”
I pause, a fierce burn in my chest as my gaze bounces from one of her eyes to the other.
“It’s as real as it’ll ever get, Satapti. You’re no longer an anthros. You’re a witch, a demi-goddess, the fucking queen of my heart. But mostly?” My palms rest against her cheeks and I inch my face close enough that I’m all she sees. “You’re mine.”
Too desperate to take things slow—that’s what round two or ten is for—I don’t bother taking off my leather pants, they’re too fucking tight, so I just rip open the front crotch and pull my dick out. Before I can palm it and push inside her, Sage is moving, her face a picture of hunger, and who the fuck am I to deny her?
“I’m hungry, Hack.”
At the first feel of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock, I lose my fucking mind. She called me Hack, again, whichmeans she’s summoned the monster and he’s nothing close to a gentleman. My fingers dig into her scalp, messing up her pretty braids until loose strands are wrapped all around my hands.
My moans are guttural, my body consumed by the way she’s sucking me off like she knows every trick in my horny playbook. Soon, the animal in me is no longer allowing her the control and I’m face fucking her like our lives depend upon my next orgasm.
But I stop. I push her away and her protests are adorable.
“You may be hungry, Satapti, but I’m fucking ravenous.”
In one smooth lift and throw, Sage is on her back—again with the laughing that makes me love her tenfold—legs spread wide and my mouth latched onto her pretty little pussy. I’ve wrapped my arms around her thighs and I’m thrusting my tongue inside her, reaching the deepest I can. Needing to taste, to eat, to consume, every inch of her.
Funny how she literally tastes divine, my beautiful demi-goddess.
Just as she begins to squeeze her thighs tighter against my face, she’s able to push my head away from her pussy. I should wonder if I’m hurting her, if she’s upset or hurt, but I know none of those things are true because our soul bond tells me she’s on the cusp of losing her fucking mind by way of an orgasm.
“No. Inside. Now.”
I don’t chuckle at the urgency in her voice or the fact that she’s incapable of forming a complete phrase, knowing I did that. I turned her into a one-word-at-a-timer and I’m fucking proud.
With one last lick from back to front and all the way to her clit, I suck it long and hard until she’s kicking me out of the way and reaching for my cock.
“You need a good fucking, Satapti?”
“I…yes. Dick. Inside. Fuck.” As though she’s given up on trying to convincing me to bury my cock inside her—like that’s even a fucking option—she falls onto her back and reaches behind herto the headboard. With a death grip on the bars, she stares at me, willing me to do what we are both so desperate to feel.
“I’m sorry.” Kneeling between her thighs, my cock in my hand as I stroke from root to head, I allow my gaze to roam over the entirety of her, including her now-furrowed brow. “This should be about how much I love you.” We both know it’s always about that.
“But…?”
