“Thank you,” I say, fighting the urge to allow my chest to puff with pride.
Hazel is an excellent multitasker. She pulls her dress off, tossing it aside and shoving her nose back into my throat while moving to work my belt and jeans. “Why is everything so hard right now?”
“Shh, sometimes it can be fun to take our time while undressing,” I tell her, palming her ass. I flatten my other handon her back and lower her to the mattress. My knees settle between her thighs, and I crawl over her with my jeans hanging open.
“That sounds sweet and romantic and the opposite of what my body currently needs.” She groans, running her hands down my back. Once she reaches my jeans, she gives them a shove. It doesn’t do much to actually get them down, but I get the point.
“All right, little witch, let me take care of you.” I kick out of my shoes and use a tiny sliver of magic to pull my socks off.
No one wants to be the idiot trying to look sexy in nothing but white socks. I debate taking my pants and boxers off, but I think I should spend some time focused on her first, or we might be tempted to rush through important steps.
“Remember when you called mesweet girlearlier? I really liked that.” Hazel’s head bobbles up and down.
“You got it, sweet girl.” My mouth falls to hers, and I tease a hand down to brush her pussy over her panties.
She moans against my lips, her hands digging into the top of my ass as she tries to pull me closer. Her skin burns mine, causing alarm to pulse in my chest.
Right.
Heats aren’t the same as normal desire. They’re a biological response meant to increase the likelihood of breeding and thus reproduction of more omegas. Or that’s what I was taught, but then again, I was under the impression they no longer existed. Hazel proves that hypothesis incorrect.
Tugging her panties to the side, I brush the backs of my fingers over her pussy.
She is drenched.
“Yeah, more of that,” she says, nodding frantically. “You should be inside me. Gods, I ache.”
My mouth falls to hers, and I shove my tongue into her mouth at the same time I push two fingers inside her. Her nailsrake down my back, and my nostrils flare as I suck down potent hits of her pheromones.
The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, as are my efforts to fuck her with my hand, but Hazel isn’t afraid to plant her feet on the mattress and guide me where she wants me.
She’s a dangerous vixen, making me imagine things I shouldn’t. Mainly, what it would be like to keep her. I’m fairly sure I could put up with Annex for eternity just to keep Hazel.
Witches have a similar lifespan to humans, but she and Annex bonded. That means she’s now essentially immortal. I believe the only exception to that would be if he were killed on this plane; the backlash of the bond breaking would likely bring Hazel’s life to an end. He would regenerate in Hell, but she would be lost forever.
The thought sends a pang to my chest.
“I forgot I learned how to do the clothing trick,” she mumbles, pulling back from my lips. Before I know what’s happening, she moves her hand between us and closes her eyes.
The cool breeze that slides across my ass indicates that she figured out how to magic away our clothing, but I’m unprepared for the level of strength she possesses when she gives my shoulders a firm shove.
My hand falls from her pussy as I carefully roll over her, landing on my back on the mattress.
Hazel follows me up and pounces. No other word would accurately describe the movement, and it makes me chuckle while my cock grows impossibly hard at the sight of her breasts bouncing.
My hands land on her hips, and she grinds my shaft against my pelvis, dripping all over me as she wiggles her hips.
“What do you need?” I slide my palm up her side, over her stomach, and move to tease her nipple.
“You!” Hazel rises on her knees and grabs my dick. Her thumb circles my crown, and I thrust up into her grip.
My muscles bulge with the weight of how forcefully I have to hold back. I ache to roll her over and slam inside her, but I’m unsure whether she’s actually physically prepared for all of that.
Hazel groans, bringing her other hand between us. She swipes the precum dribbling from my tip onto her finger and brings it to her lips.
She visibly shivers as her nipples tighten. Using her hand around my cock, she moves me to her opening and sinks down.
I hiss out a breath, and my stomach drops. It’s almost painful acclimating to the extreme difference in our temperatures. I should never have hesitated. The location might not have been appropriate, but I should have fucked her against the wall in Spellbound. Anything to prevent her suffering for longer.
