What the Hex

by Jessica Clare

“Yes.” “The warlock you said you hated.” “I never said that.” She leans in again and gives me another one of those featherlight kisses that send streaks of pleasure all through my body. “And even if I did, that was weeks ago. A lot has changed between us, don’t you think?” She kisses me again and then starts to get up. “But I can leave—” I lock my arms around her waist, holding her down. “No. Stay.”

“You are . . . amazing.” She smiles, that gorgeous, charming smile that nearly swallows her entire face, and I want to just kiss the hell out of it. So I do. I drag her closer to me and slant my mouth over hers, this time taking on the role of the aggressor. I don’t kiss like she does. My kisses aren’t light, sweet, breezy things. Mine are hungry, obscene, devouring sorts of kisses. I slick my tongue over hers, wanting her to realize just how much I need her, how much she arouses me even though she’s the opposite of what I always thought I’d want. I’m so gods-damned hungry for her that I don’t even care that her lip gloss is all over my face or her hands are in my crisp hair, lifting it from the careful part I’ve made. Her tongue tangles with mine, and she tastes so damned sweet that I could lick her for all time—

tucking her front against my chest and settling her face in the crook of my neck. I slide my arms around her. It can’t be the most comfortable position for her, seated sideways in my lap and leaning against me, but I like holding her like this. She fits in my arms perfectly

Or is that my cock thinking for me?

“More cookies and milk?” “I didn’t like your sadness—” “Will, you’re incredibly sweet,”

but I like the sight of our hands entwined.

I just want to make her happy.

I should look out for her, because she needs someone to look out for her. She needs a champion . . . and unfortunately, she’s stuck with someone like me.

But I’m going to fill that role, because Penny deserves the best.

“I want you because I feel seen with you.”

“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.”

I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I want everyone to know that she’s mine. Everyone.

I love the way she parts those pink lips for me, her lashes fluttering, and I brush her lower lip

“Or do you want hard, deep kisses where I claim you as mine?”

Greedy, sweet thing. “You want both?”

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.

Gods, kissing her is a pleasure.

have to bite back a moan as she outlines my cock in my pants with her fingers. Gods, her eagerness is going to kill me.

Of course Penny is noisy when she’s aroused. She’s always noisy. I like this, though. It tells me that I’m pleasuring her.

I rub that tight little nipple as we kiss, practically mauling her as she drags her hand over my cock. I nip at her lower lip, and when she makes another one of those sexy whimpers, I want to fling her skirts over her head and lick her until she screams my name. And now that I have that visual in my head, I won’t settle for anything less. “Lie back for me, Penny.”

She chokes off in a whimper as I drag my thumb up and down the gusset of her panties, outlining the seam of her pussy. Her legs flail,

bent at the knee, and I slip one over my shoulder, settling down between her legs so I can enjoy this thoroughly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this,” I warn her, my breath fanning over her skin. “I might be a bit rusty.”

She’s slick and ready, and I crook my finger inside her, seeking out that slightly roughened spot on the inside of her—

Penny cries out, arching up.

He traces a finger down my spine, making me get all shivery and turned on again.

“Can I suck your dick, yes or no?” I love that his eyes practically bug at my crass words. I wait for him to scold me in that slightly accented, aristocratic voice. Instead, he swallows hard and gives me another steamy look that conveys so much more intensity than his clipped words do. “You may do anything to me that you would like, Penny. My body is yours to enjoy.”

“I’d like to suck your dick.”

He groans, closing his eyes. His hands fist into the blankets, as if he’s afraid to touch me. “You make it sound so obscenely filthy when you say it like that.” “Is that good?” “Gods, yes. Yes it is.”

Will can lick a pussy like there’s no tomorrow. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything that felt that good, and I’m willing (and eager) to return the favor.

“I don’t want better. I want you.” “I want you, too,” I whisper. “Which is why it really bothers me that you’re risking your life.”

Will actually really enjoys period dramas and loves to tell me all about how they get things wrong, and I just love snuggling on the couch with

him and listening to him talk.

“That look he was giving Willem wasn’t an ‘I’m afraid of warlocks’ look. It was the ‘you stole my girl’ look.” “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.”

“Home and then I’m going to fuck you for hours,”

That got out of hand. I’ve always prided myself on my restraint. My control. So fucking much for that. The moment I found out my casting was making her come, it reminded me of every spell we’d cast, every time she’d made one of those little gasps or gotten red in the face, and I never realized what she was up to. She never said a damned word. To think all those times she’d had a wet, aching pussy and never told me. I want to bend her over my knee and spank her.

She’d probably love that, though. Gods know I would.

Now instead of the composed, aristocratic warlock I try to present myself as, my hair is disheveled, my pants are sticking to my legs, and my car smells like sex. And I’ve never felt so damn good.

I glance over at her, at her flushed, rounded face and the love bite I left on her throat. Penny looks disheveled and well fucked, and just the sight makes me all the more possessive. There’s no way on earth that she is ever going to serve another warlock or witch. Not when she’s as responsive as she is. Not when magic makes her come. I was already obsessed with her, and now I fear I’m over the edge.

I bite back a groan, because now I’m imagining casting while I’m inside her, bending her over my lab table and working as she pushes back against me and . . . yeah, she’s never serving another warlock. Ever. “We’re

going to test that,”

“Just . . . know that I love you.”

other in the car and had furtive, messy sex and how he’d told me he loved me. And now everything is shattered. I clutch my purse to my chest as I sit in the passenger seat. Just . . . know that I love you.

“I’m thinking torture.” I cross my arms over my chest, gazing down at the man. “Get him to confess everything he knows.” Ben drops his hand and turns to look at me, utterly confused. “Did . . . you just say ‘torture’?” “Were we both not thinking torture?”

“Ride me,” I murmur. “Take your pleasure, love.” She moans and does just that. With slow, fluid motions of her hips, she starts to rock on top of me once more, pulling up and then sinking down on top of me again.

Her body is so slick and wet with arousal that we’re making obscene noises as my cock drives into her, but the rustle of her dress drowns almost everything out but the sexy little whimpers she makes in the back of her throat every time I bottom out inside her.

“My greedy girl,” I murmur as she rides me frantically. “My gorgeous, greedy girl. I fucking love you.”

“Will,” she pants, and grabs a fistful of my hair in her hand, her face scrunching up as her release climbs. “Oh fuck, Will—”

“Inside you,” I growl. “Inside you and filling you up. Don’t you fucking forget that.” Her pussy clenches around me, hard, and then she makes that gaspy, breathless moan that I fucking know so well, and she’s coming, her pussy fluttering around me. I groan and drive up into her, gripping her hips and using her to bring myself to the peak I need just as badly as she does. I come with a shudder, choking out her name, and then I’m filling her up with my seed, so much of it that our bodies are a sticky, joined mess. I take several deep...

“Someday,” I pant, “we’re going to have sex in g...

“I love you,” she calls out, her voice hoarse. “I love you, Will.”