What the Hex

by Jessica Clare

“I’m not going to apologize, because I’m not wrong!”

“There’s no winning an argument with the person you love,”

“And the way he just looked at her, like he wanted to eat her up with his eyes.” He . . . did? That doesn’t sound like Willem in the slightest. Maybe he had indigestion.

“We weren’t vibing,” I practically shout. “I was being friendly!” God, why do men suck so bad?

Why does he have such a hateboner for you?”

She giggles at her own joke, and her nose scrunches up again, and it’s just so damned adorable that I want to reach over and kiss her.

“If he was just fooling around with you, he would have planted a hand on the top of your head and tried to get a free blow job out of you. Instead, he made you come. He likes you.”

“You’re trying to push me away, aren’t you?” she says between kisses. “I don’t think I could push you away right now if you were on fire,”

“You’re more than seen. I can’t look away from you. Perhaps I should, since the last thing I should do is touch my familiar, but I can’t help myself. You’re the most frustrating, intoxicating woman I’ve ever met.”

we can’t be scried upon here. Still, I like the thought of someone seeing me kissing her—claiming her as my own. I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I want everyone to know that she’s mine. Everyone.

“You need to be kissed, do you?” “Desperately,” she breathes. “And do you want soft, gentle kisses where I taste your pretty mouth?” I drag my thumb over her top lip, my words a caress. “Or do you want hard, deep kisses where I claim you as mine?”

I want to kiss her hard enough that she forgets about everything but me. No one gets to hurt her. No one gets to make her feel sad. She’s mine to protect, and if it means kissing her until she sees stars, then that’s absolutely what I’m going to do.

“Will. Do it again.” “As if you can stop me,” I growl,

“A good-looking man that likes to give head and knows where my G-spot is. Like I said. A unicorn.”

Every girl knows that moment. It’s the moment when you’re getting cozy with your man and not moving fast enough, so he decides he’s tired of waiting and puts a hand atop your head, trying to ease you down to his crotch for a blow job.

“You may do anything to me that you would like, Penny. My body is yours to enjoy.”

“I don’t want better. I want you.”

“Anyone know a spell to check for pubes? Because he’s totally going to put pubes in your food.”

“It was?” I echo, surprised. “That’s exciting. I mean, he did offer to be my fuck buddy, but I never took him up on it.” “He what?” Will turns to me, indignant. I reach over and pat his thigh. “It was before we got together, baby.” “That doesn’t make me want to murder him less.”

“A good spell is better than the best vibrator.” I pause and then add, “But not as good as your mouth, Will. I prefer that.”

I was already obsessed with her, and now I fear I’m over the edge.

“Did . . . you just say ‘torture’?” “Were we both not thinking torture?”

“You know, when Reggie and I first suggested that you work with Will, I thought he was going to eat you alive. Now I’m thinking the two of you might be more suited than I realized.”

PENNY: Morgan is a real talker, whew. I finally had to tell him your leavings were dripping down my leg so he’d get the picture.

I think the entire world has done a disservice to Penny Roundtree by underestimating her. No longer.

I’m not sure I’m supposed to fuck the hell out of my familiar, and I plan on fucking the hell out of you.”

Maybe I’m exactly the person you deserve.” She turns her face, kissing my chest. “Maybe we both deserve each other. You annoy people because you’re a snob, and I annoy people because I’m too excitable. But maybe that’s what makes us perfect for one another.” “Worst superhero team-up ever,” I agree.

“As it happens, I love a good prick,” Penny teases. Then it’s good for her that I have and am one.

“You’re terrifying, you know that? Under that bubblegum-and-glitter exterior is the calculating heart of a true tyrant.” “You love me and my tyranny,” I tease. Will grins over at me. “Gods help me, but I really do.”