Page 42 of Hell Hath No Fury
The friction created by the movement made me wild, taking me close to the edge already. I was vaguely aware of wind whirling around us, the ground shaking, things breaking as they fell to the floor.
Max’s gait was steady, even despite the earth moving underneath him, carrying me while walking on a leg that, minutes ago, had been fractured.
I was barely sane by the time Max threw me on the bed. I felt like an animal, only needing one thing: to couple with the impossibly beautiful, masculine creature in front of me. His eyes seemed to glow with that same feral need.
Desperate, I started to take off my pants.
Within a moment, Max’s hands encircled my wrists. His mouth inches from mine, he ordered, “Don’t fuckin’ move.”
My heart thrummed, my eyes meeting his in challenge and submission.
He grinned wickedly as his hands found the laces of my shirt. I expected him to tear at them with the same desperation I felt. But no… He moved with devastating slowness, his fingers brushing against my skin an indescribable torture.
I sensed he had a lot more of this planned. This kind of worship. Reverence. But there was no time for that.
Before he knew it, he was on his back, and I was straddling him, grinning wickedly down at him this time. “I’m not a good little girl who listens to commands,” I rasped, kissing his neck. When my teeth sank into the skin and drew blood, a carnal sound escaped him. I looked up, licking his blood from my lips. “I’m a witch, remember?” I whispered. “Wanton. Wicked.”
And on that, I kissed down his torso, leaving a trail of his blood in my wake. I pulled back his sweatpants to reveal his magnificent cock, standing up for me.
He hissed out a breath as my lips brushed it ever so slightly. But I didn’t take him into my mouth. Instead, I got off the bed entirely and used magick to ensure he stayed there.
The bed creaked as he tried to move, a vein in his neck pulsating as his eyes bulged in fury.
I grinned wider now, unlacing my shirt. “Though you are strong and powerful,” I told him, voice thick. My shirt tumbled to the floor as I went to work on my pants. “But, baby, I ammorepowerful. You’d do well to remember that.”
I stepped quickly out of my pants and panties, a lot less in control of myself than I sounded. In fact, the wind still raged outside the room.
I straddled him once again, positioning him against my entrance, placing both of my palms on his chest. My eyes locked with his.
“This ismeclaimingyou,” I whispered. Then I let him in.
All the way in.
He let out a roar, and I cried out. Glass shattered from somewhere far off. The world could’ve been falling into the ocean for all I knew or cared.
I rode Max furiously, my body tensed, coiled with a release that was set to destroy me.
“You’re mine,” Max grunted.
His hand found the back of my neck, yanking me to him as I continued moving.
“Mine,” he repeated, eyes locked on mine.
Something moved inside me with the single word. Something clicked. The thread between us was no longer a thread. It was solid steel.
“Yours,” I whispered brokenly. The single word was an oath. Unbreakable. Permanent in this world and the Other.
Max’s eyes flared, and the air turned thick and sweet with magick. My release came with it as stars exploded beyond my vision, and I tumbled off the edge.
I brought Max with me.
* * *
I came to with brutal clarity.
All of the softness, the single-minded desire, was gone. Now I saw nothing but the truth.
Riding the aftershocks, my body pulsating with them, I felt it. I felt his seed take root in me. The beginning of something I hadn’t intended, hadn’t even thought of, as utterly stupid and naïve as I was.
