Page 61 of Hex
“Her soul will be sorted by the keepers and sent to her final resting place, awaiting George…as per the forms.” Smiling, Hack holds his hand out for me to take, so I link my fingers with his as we turn to leave.
The loss of Trina still sits heavy in my stomach, but it does feel lighter than before, knowing she’s happily at rest and having the chance for that final goodbye really helped. As we leave the library through a different set of doors than where we entered, I allow the loss to settle because it’s a part of me now. Who shewas and how she died will live with me forever, and I’m grateful for the knowledge and experience she gave me.
A thud, followed by a grumble, brings my attention to the two behind us.
“What’s happening with Baba Yaga?” I gesture to where Slash is dragging her alongside him. She hasn’t fallen, no. She’s being a stubborn old witch and refusing to walk.
The urge to kill her, like actually, properly kill her, is super fucking high. She stole years of my life from me, used me, hexed me, and yet this version of me is the one I love the most. My memories are still snippets, and I don’t know if I’ll ever fully get them back, but everything I have ever been has helped shape me into who I am now.
Including Baba Yaga.
Slash is right. She is a cunt.
It’s not like she would be the first person I have killed, but the others were an accident. I’m not entirely sure how I would feel about doing it on purpose when it comes to it.
“She’s a witch, so her fate is in the hands of her Dei. Who happens to be your mother, Hekate.” Hack says this last part closer to my ear, like it’s a secret between the two of us.
“So she’s gonna get her ass kicked?” I’m hopeful, with no idea how this is all going to pan out.
“You could say that, yeah.” His grin does things to my insides that I like very much.
“Do we have to take her there straight away? Or do we have some time?” I chew on my bottom lip, hoping it’s seductive and not as ridiculous as it feels.
Hack looks behind us to Slash and Baba Yaga as we trawl through the streets of The Shade.
“We’re going in the wrong direction to take her to Dei Hekate. So yeah, we have time.” The heat in his eyes speaks ofpleasurable things for all of my holes and sparks a fire in my chest.
“And Slash is okay to babysit?” I almost don’t give a fuck, but he did help me save Hack. I’m being considerate, but I don’t want to be.
“Slash is surprised you two aren’t fucking already. I got this.” His dark chuckle comes from behind us and Hack shakes his head at his brother.
Before Hack can reply, though, I stop walking and leap onto his back, sliding my palms around to his chest and nibbling on his earlobe.
“Giddy up, Horseman. This witch-slash-goddess-slash-angel is ready to ride.” Not the most sensual thing to say, but it gets my point across and he moves. Fast.
We’re into the building the brothers share and up the stairs to Hack’s part of the apartment in seconds. He twists his arm to grip my ass before encouraging me to shuffle around to his front, where I can feel his massively delicious dick against my panties.
The pure joy has me throwing my head back, and I’m completely safe in his arms as he bends his head forward to kiss and suck at my neck. Scratches of his teeth against my skin make me moan and press my chest against his, needing a little friction on my nipples as well as my clit.
Running my fingers through his short hair and finding pieces of cave wall reminds me that he’s just been freed from imprisonment for over a day, and while fucking each other’s brains out is a priority right now, I can’t imagine he feels too good.
As if he can read my mind while we kiss and rub against each other, he walks me into the bathroom and turns the shower on. The room steams up as quickly as we remove each other’s clothes, and before long, I’m back to clinging to my demon, mylegs wrapped around his waist and my hands around his neck, our mouths fused together as he steps beneath the spray.
“It’s been too long since I tasted you, Satapti.”
“At least it hasn’t been decades…” My joke falls flat as he stops kissing me and glares, but a smile tugs at his lips and he rolls his eyes.
“And it never will be again.” His words are a deep growl before he pushes me against the tiled wall, hooks his arms under my thighs, and lifts me so that my legs are wrapped around his neck, my hands resting against his head.
“Oh fuck, yes!” I moan as soon as his tongue flicks against my clit and his fingers dig into my flesh, hopefully leaving his mark that I can preen over later.
He eats me out like a starving man and I encourage every lick, every suck, every nibble, rubbing myself against his face because I’m unable to remain still.
The rush of pleasure rolls through me and I cry out, gripping his short strands and tensing my thighs. Aftershocks are still making me writhe, but he doesn’t let me ride it out on his face. Instead, he helps me slide back down to his waist, where his cock is waiting eagerly. It bounces against my ass crack and I think I like it. Almost as much as the way his lips are glistening with my cum before he lets me taste myself on him.
Our tongues collide and my pussy aches. It’s practically begging me to fill it, and I obviously obey. Lifting my hips, I reach down and hum with pleasure as I wrap a hand around his thick cock, stroking it the same way I’m sucking on his tongue. A tickle against my ribs makes me look down, noticing a thin vine creeping up toward my nipples and wrapping around them before squeezing lightly.
It’s all too much and not enough.
