Page 38 of Hexy Beast

One side of his mouth curls upward. “No need to go to extremes, witch.”

After that, there is no talking, no teasing, no taking our time. His hands and his mouth are everywhere as he fucks me senseless. I’m already riding the beginning of my climax, reaching for that moment of sweet oblivion, when he rolls so I’m on top. I ride him, taking in his thick cock inch by delectable inch until I’m filled completely. Then I do it again and again and again, not sure I’ll ever get enough of him.

It’s like we have been made for this, for each other. It’s a crazy thought, I know, but in the moment when I tilt my hips and his cock slides across the bundle of nerves inside my entrance, it makes perfect sense, and all I can do is let go as my orgasm rolls through me.

“Effie,” Darius groans out before he flips me onto my back, buries himself deep in me once, twice, three times, and comes.

He collapses down onto the blanket next to me as we both take in lungfuls of oxygen, trying to regain our sense of stability. Then Darius rolls onto his side and curls around me, tucking me up against him and draping an arm across my middle.

“Darius,” I say, not sure what’s going to come out of my mouth next.

“Talk tomorrow,” he says before brushing a kiss against my shoulder. “Sleep now.”

My first impulse is to argue the point, but my eyes are heavy, and Darius’s steady breath is already having an effect. The last thing I notice before I give in is the sparkle of the four-point heart of Kardia constellation reflecting in the waterfall.

Chapter Fourteen

Darius…

It’s a truth universally known that when an alpha wolf wakes up in a cave with a curvy and naked chaos witch’s soft, round ass nestled against him, the last thing he wants to be thinking about is getting back to Arcadia.

And yet here I fucking am, one hand cupping Effie’s full tit while I plan out our day in my head because everything that happened last night only exists in the weird in-between time of the gauntlet race.

An Aetos werewolf and a witch? Yeah, there’s a better chance of everyone in the pack becoming vegetarian than that. Fucking for fun is one thing. Anything more is not even worth contemplating, no matter what Aunt Artemis says about fated mates. It would break the pack, and that’s the last thing I’m going to let happen.

So it’s better to focus on how to survive the day and get back to Arcadia (as much as I can plan) before the blue moon turns white than on how good Effie feels snuggled up against me.

Getting back to Arcadia won’t be easy. I have a decent idea of where we are based on the angle of the sun coming into the cave, but these woods are known to mess with a wolf’s head.

Next to me on the blanket, Effie starts to stir. She stretches, the full length of her pressing against me and her hair tickling my chin.

“Who ever thought a cave floor could be so comfor—” She jackknifes up into a sitting position, temporarily speechless as she stares open-mouthed at the cave’s opening.

The waterfall that hid the cave’s entrance last night has been replaced by a pair of pine trees and a blackberry bush whose leaves have turned brown and are starting to fall. There’s not a waterfall or a river in sight. It’s not as effective of a cover to keep people from spotting the cave as the wall of water, but we’ll be out of here soon anyway—at least until tonight.

“What’s going on?” Effie asks, turning to me, her eyes as round as dinner plates, if still hazy with sleep. “Where is the waterfall?” There’s almost half a beat of silence before she jumps up, crosses her arms, and hits me with a glare that even makes my wolf a little wary. “Did you kidnap me again?”

Of course, the fact that she’s stark naked and her nipples have hardened into pale pink peaks that look like they could be used to carve into the cave’s stone walls steals some of her thunder, because instead of worrying about the physical safety of my balls, all I can do is stare. Are her nipples hard from adrenaline or the cold morning air, or is she just turned on by accusing me of crimes? Whatever the reason, I put my hands behind my head like a pillow as I recline on the blanket and commit the curve of her tits, the dip of her waist, and the line of freckles framing the top of her hip to memory.

“Hello, horndog.” She snaps her fingers in front of my nose, yanking my attention back to her face. “I thought we were done with that. We had an agreement that we were doing this together.” She throws her hands up in the air in annoyance. “This is what I get for trusting a werewolf.”

Then Effie starts pacing back and forth in front of the blanket where we’d slept. She continues to chew me out, but it’s hard for me to parse what she’s saying because the sway of her hips and the jiggle of her ass as she stalks from one end of the tiny space to the other is excessively distracting.

“You should kiss her again,” my wolf says.

The oh-yeah-sure snort that escapes in response earns me another dirty look from Effie as she launches into round two of why she knew better than to think I’d keep my part of our bargain.

“Not gonna happen,” I tell him in my head. “I don’t feel like getting turned into a pork chop or a frog or whatever she decides to magick me into.”

“It would be worth it,” my wolf says, his tail swishing back and forth in time with Effie’s steps. “She’s ours. We’re hers. She won’t stay mad forever.”

Maybe she wouldn’t, but that doesn’t make the rest of his statement true, and I tell him, “The whole fated mates thing isn’t real.”

“She’s ours. We’re hers,” my wolf repeats.

Effie stops dead in front of me and kicks my feet apart. Her hands are on her hips and her brown eyes are sparkling with anger. She’s fucking magnificent. The whole fated mates thing is just my aunt Artemis getting her oracle wires crossed, but if Effie is it, I’d be a very lucky guy. Even though she looks like she’s already planned out exactly how she’s going to spell me into oblivion.

“Are you even listening to me, Darius Aetos?” she asks, her voice deadly low. “Isn’t that just like a guy. I thought you werewolves were totally cool with nudity. It’s why you have the orgy bed in your little clubhouse.”