Page 47 of What The Hex (The Family Spells)
“Come for me, Graceley. Come on my cock, so that I can watch your face when it happens.” I rubbed my thumb across one of the white tattoo-like marks on my arm, collecting that musk that she loved so much, and then I pressed it against her clit.
“Oh, gods,” she groaned, kneading her own breasts with hard fingers, denting the soft, round mounds as she squeezed. “That feels so damn good.”
It would, too. It would tingle; it was warm; it was more than just lubricant. My musk could make a person orgasm by touch alone, and I was rubbing it into Grace’s clit with firm, circular motions. She tightened around me so hard that I had to drive my hips forward with force to get past her clamping muscles.
Her orgasm was so powerful that it almost hurt, her body locking down on my shaft, milking and stroking and encouraging me to explode inside of her. Grace’s thighs quivered and she tried frantically to pull them back together as I dropped down to my elbows again, my moans and hers mixing as I pumped hard and deep.
My climax followed along after hers, my seed hot and voluminous, so much of it that it dripped out around my cock when I was finished. I remained where I was inside of her, collapsed on top, withdrawing my wings and allowing them to fade from view.
The dream began to shift again, and I noticed with a violent shock of fear that Grace’s eyes were glazing over, her lips parting, her breathing a rapid, panting mess. No. Gods, anything but this. The memory was now tilting towards our last, awful days together, days when I’d worked to roll Graceley under with my magic and aphrodisiac.
It was a memory neither of us should relive; I certainly couldn’t bear to stick around and replay any of those horrid moments.
“Holy … spells …” she panted, wrapping her arms around my neck, but I was done. I had to be done here, or I would lose every last scrap of self-control that I had.
I slid out of her so quickly that she moaned in protest, the nubs on my shaft raking her tender insides as she bit her lower lip hard enough to make it bleed.
“Where are you going?” she choked out, sitting up as I shoved to my feet. Without bothering to look back, I took off as fast as I could, storming through the nipping tulips and not caring that they made me bleed, that I crushed some underfoot as I ran.
Because none of this was real.
None of it.
I leapt off the edge of the cliff and into the brackish waters of a Hael sea, warm and frothing and strange, even to someone who’d been born and raised there. As soon as my body hit the water, I was awake and scrambling to get away from Grace as she remained asleep.
She’d remember that I visited her in her dreams. Maybe she’d hate me for it? I hoped that she did.
“May I ask what you think you’re doing?” Bastet purred from her spot atop Grace’s dresser. I barely spared her familiar a glance, moving past her and into the bathroom. I put both hands on the countertop and leaned over, struggling to catch my breath, desperate to move past the violent ache in my cock.
My pants were wet with pre-cum, and I’d likely have to jack myself off to get some relief.
The damn cat shoved its way through the crack in the door and hopped up on the counter to glare at me. Sometimes, I wondered if Bast had an idea of the secrets I was keeping. If so, she best keep quiet. Cats are good at that, keeping secrets. Nobody does a better job. Even in Hael, they were respected, feared, and enjoyed. Demons enjoy cat toe beans like anyone else.
“You really broke her heart, you know?” the serval told me, sitting down and curling her spotted tail around her front paws. Her eyes were the same emerald color as Grace’s, and I forced myself to look away so that I could maintain my composure.
“Show yourself the door, pussy cat, before I lose my temper.” The words came out in a harsh growl, but Bast was unaffected. Eventually, after several minutes under that unrelenting stare, I stood up and left the attached bathroom and bedroom entirely.
In her familiar’s eyes, I could see it. All the pain, all the hurt that I’d caused.
I broke Grace’s heart?
But of course, I already knew that.
Even if I could go back and change things, I wouldn’t.
Because if I didn’t continue on this path, Graceley would suffer, and I would not abide by that—not even to salvage my own happiness.
The first time I opened my eyes, I wasn’t quite sure how old I was, where I was, or if Monster sitting beside me on a bed was new, normal, or an old hurt that dug into my soul like a thorn.
