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Movements frenzied, he dragged her skirts up to her thighs, hoisting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She opened her mouth to argue—he claimed it before she could speak. He pressed his cock against her hot center, grinding his hips into her. She groaned against his mouth and he swallowed the sound.

“We…we shouldn’t…” she managed, when he pulled away to breathe. But she was already gripping his neck with her fingers.

“No?” He slipped a hand around her thigh, found her wet folds with his fingers, slid inside. She gasped. “I thought I’d left you aching, Lady Witch.”

“You…you…” Her eyes fluttered closed. In the dim light, the nearby wall sconces cast dancing shadows across her skin, made monstrous by the giant statue partially blocking them from view.

“I told you I’d fuck you in this dress, Mina, but you’ll have to be ever so quiet, hmm? Can you do that, little demon? I know it’s going to feel good. I know you’re going to want to scream, but not this time. You make a sound, I stop. Understand.”

“I…I…” The vein in her neck jumped. She nodded. Already, the blackness was spreading from her eyes, little dark veins like lace, trailing outward from her eyes.

A chill raced down his spine, making him hungrier for her. More desperate. He needed her now.

Pulling at the ties of his pants, he freed his cock, pressing the head against her slit. Then, with a punishing sweep, he buried himself to the hilt.

She cried out. He pressed his palm to her mouth. There had been a time this had terrified her. Now, her eyes only darkened further.

“Behave,” he warned. She nodded, so he removed his hand. Then he began to pump into her, pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped tight, knees jutting to the side, bare now that her skirts were hiked around her waist.

He reached down, gripping her bottom with both hands, pressing his fingers into her generous flesh. Her breaths came faster and faster. He worked his hips, caring little for the obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh—

Voices made him hesitate.

“Rixon,” she gasped, trying to get him to stop before discovery. But he couldn’t end this. Not now. Already, her walls were fluttering around him, squeezing like a vice.

“Stay quiet,” he warned, pressing in closer into the shadows.

His cock hardened, each thrust sending a lick of pleasure surging through him. Something about the thrill of being spotted made him more desperate. The voices moved closer—

Mina moaned, “Gods, yes!”

The voices faltered, then gasped. He didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge their presence at the alcove’s mouth, watching him fuck his way to oblivion. A few utterances of shock followed.

He drove his hips harder, surging into Mina.

“Unbelievable,” one of the voices hissed, before finally moving off. They’d lingered, though, and watched the two shadowy figures slaking their thirst upon one another.

Mina’s chest rose and fell in bursts, her flushed skin unmistakable. “Good girl,” he crooned, then ground his hips into her. She gasped. Her orgasm swept in and claimed him, decimating him. He followed, pumping into her, filling her, until all that was left were the sounds of their ragged breathing filling the corridor.

Chapter 11

Mina

My footsteps pounded on the cobbles, mingling with my racing pulse, filling my ears with a roar. Each of my breaths came in splintered gasps, my side burning worse the heavier I breathed. I’d never needed to run as a witch, never needed to chase down my quarries. As part of my training in the Citadel, we’d faced demons in mock-trials, in close circles, always contained. Physical activities, like brute fighting, had been left to the wielders.

We’d exercised our minds, not our bodies.

“Running through city streets was not what I signed up for,” I cried as Rixon and I rounded a corner. I felt the demons, not far ahead. They were stationary, and I dreaded the reason.

“If you’re already out of breath, Lady Witch, I’m not working you hard enough.”

My laugh was strained.

We rounded another corner. The pull brought me closer. I’d felt it spring up five minutes ago. We’d been keeping to the shadows, patrolling, when the intense pressure jerked me in this direction.

“Damn it!” I swore.

Screams met my ears. Light spilled into the street from an open doorway. Splintered wood scattered the entry. The demons had broken through. “Fuck,” I cried, not bothering with caution as I crossed the threshold. Immediate relief surged through me.