Page 65 of What The Hex (The Family Spells)
I should’ve known, the day I helped the Spells family fight off those fucked-up spider demons with the pumpkins. It wasn’t often that a witch from one coven could so easily slide into another.
I was meant to be here.
Mostly, I was meant to be with Grace.
I turned us so that her thighs bumped into the side of the table, and then I lifted her up, hoping that she might be nude beneath that dress … I shoved the silk up her thighs and found a pair of red and green lace panties that made me cock a brow.
“Are you, like, really into Christmas or something?” I asked, poking at the tiny jingle bells that hung from the bow in the front. Grace blushed and slapped my hand away, putting her fist to her mouth and clearing her throat dramatically.
“Spectre is. I have enough holiday themed panties to get me through New Year’s, at least.” She looked down at the underwear and then back up to my face, but I was already shoving the joggers down my hips and offering up a cocky smile.
“So … you wouldn’t mind if I just took care of these then?” I tore them off of her and she choked out a gasp, eyes widening but shimmering appreciatively as I tossed the panties onto the surface of the table and stepped between her pale thighs. They glimmered under the moonlight, but so did something else—my cock.
Because it always came back to my dick, right?
“I, um, see you may have used some of your inked spells?” Grace inquired politely, and we both stared down at my no-longer purple and no-longer flaccid, but also very bare dick. Most of the tattoos that had adorned my shaft and balls were gone.
Which meant … I’d have to get them redone which hurt like a witch.
They had come in handy though, I’ll admit.
“All the better to rescue you with, my dear,” I murmured, and Grace threw her head back to laugh at me. I took note of the vampire bite on the side of her throat and then, because I just couldn’t help being at least a little bit jealous, I leaned down and bit her there, too.
The laughter turned to a sigh of pleasure, and Grace threw her arms around my neck, pulling me close. I sucked on her neck for a moment before adjusting my lips to hers, surprised yet again by how good she tasted, like honey and sweet things and smiles. Tiny flickers of magic danced in the air around us like fireflies, blinking in and out of existence, pleasant but brief.
Our magic was talking. Sort of. What little we had of it anyway. It would be weeks before we recovered, months before we could cast another spell of this magnitude.
And in the interim? We had to survive whatever my coven, Violet’s cabal, and the demon king could throw at us. Our kid was, supposedly, the Witch Queen. That put a lot of strain on this new relationship from the get-go, but if we could make it through this, we’d probably be together forever.
“Don’t worry: you can help me plan my next ink,” I murmured, sliding my cock along Grace’s folds so that the head of my dick teased her clit. She nipped and sucked on my lower lip, letting her tongue dance across my teeth.
I very much approved of the way she explored me with her tongue and her hands, running her palms down the front of my bare chest until she found the hard points of my nipples. To show her how much I liked that, I wrapped my wings around us, dragging her even closer to me. My tail sneaked between us and, without warning, I slid it into her heat.
“Oh,” Grace breathed, pulling back slightly and blinking feverishly. “That feels amazing.”
“It should,” I responded, flashing a grin. “From what I hear, my demon dad is half-incubus.”
I pushed my tail in further, the smooth spade shape of it not much wider than my cock but designed to stroke and soothe. I’d never used it on anyone before, but I’d been taught in demon sex-ed that this was what it was designed for.
It felt good for me, too, sending sharp arcs of pleasure through the length of my tail and into my spine. When Grace reached up and curled her hands around my horns, I damn near lost it.
“Stroke them like you’d stroke my cock.” The words came out of me like a plea, breathy and needy and wanting. Grace did as I asked, squeezing and pumping her hands as I groaned and leaned into her, nuzzling against the side of her face as she adjusted to my demon half as easily as she did my witch.
“I think,” she began, drawing her hands back from my horns and looking down at her palms, “that you have some of the same properties as Monster …” She trailed off and studied the slight sheen on her palms, pausing briefly to flick her tongue across it. Her pupils dilated rapidly, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Goddess help me, you do.”
