Wicked Hexes

by Hutchins, Amelia

  “Because I don’t have to,” he replied huskily while his eyes dipped to the mess between my thighs. “You’re about to mount me and demand I fuck you. I will even be gentle if you want it that way. I wouldn’t ever dream of leaving you in such a state of need, not with so many men outside the door just catching a whiff of your current predicament.”

  Pounding started, and I jumped, scooting closer to Braydon with wary eyes. “Are they trying to get inside?” I asked hesitantly, with panic tightening my throat.

  “There’s a bitch in heat in here, every wolf within ninety-miles of here can smell that weeping cunt. You can come with whoever you want now, Laura. You don’t have to choose me,” he growled and spat out the words like they were poison. “But you have to choose someone. I can pick someone who can be gentle with you.”

  “You’ve gone mad, haven’t you?” I whimpered, fighting the heat that built within me.

  “No, but as the alpha of this pack, I promised every woman here that they’d have a choice in who they mated. You’re here, and you get to choose, even if it isn’t me.” His jaw flexed with his words.

  “I choose you.” I didn’t get the words past my lips before his hungry mouth slammed against them. His hand threaded through my hair, holding me there.

  “Thank Odin, because I’d have ripped any male’s heart out who touched my girl.”

  “Your girl?” I uttered, grabbing for his cock, stroking it before I pushed him back, watching as he leaned back slowly.

  “Oh, my pretty witch, you were born to be mine.”

  I grabbed his cock, watching the glow of his eyes as it beckoned me to him. He’d changed, and yet my mind couldn’t figure it out. I couldn’t figure out anything; my entire focus was on the pearl-colored drop that escaped the head of his cock. My mouth lowered, lapping at the drop before I pushed the thick head into my mouth and growled around it.

  “Fucking hell,” he winced as my teeth scraped him gently.

  I took more of him into my mouth, enjoying the fullness of him there. He brushed against the back of my throat, pushing my hair out of my face while he watched me. My emerald gaze locked with his ice-blue eyes. I started to pull back, only to force more into my throat as his mouth opened. A moan escaped him, followed by a growl as even more filled my throat. My tongue danced around the sensitive edge, swiping it seductively. Pulling away, I straddled his hips, brushing my fingers over the tattoos that covered his chest.

  Leaning down, I slowly placed kisses over them until I found his nipple. His hands cradled my breasts, tracing his thumb over my nipples slowly, enticing me to continue my slow exploration of his body that I knew better than my own. His cock bobbed against my ass, and I let it for a moment before I reached back, positioning him at my entrance, then I slammed home on him. My mouth opened, and a moan escaped my throat, echoing off the walls. My body clenched around his, needing more from him. I groaned, staring down between our bodies where he stretched me.

  “What do you want, sweet girl?” he asked seductively.

  “I don’t know,” I said honestly. I slowly rocked my hips, knowing exactly what my body wanted, and yet it was filled with memories of pain.

  “Yes, you do,” he uttered, dropping his hands from my body to watch me. “I won’t hurt you again, Laura.”

  “You always hurt me, Braydon. You can’t help it,” I whispered thickly.

  He rolled me beneath him in a fluid motion. His hands pushed my legs apart, and he withdrew from my body. I whimpered from the loss of him within me. I was supposed to be preventing this. He’d been an asshole since the moment I clapped eyes on him. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, and yet my body was in absolute agony. I rolled my hips, beckoning him to me.

  “Tell me what you want from me.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “I plan to, but I want you to ask me for what you need. Ask me, sweet girl.”

  “I can’t,” I growled, pushing him away to sit on the edge of the bed as another wave of heat tore through me. “I won’t ask you to breed me. I’m not one of your wolves. I don’t know what magic this is, but I’m stronger than that, asshole.”

  “We’ll see,” he chuckled, lying back on the bed to wait me out. “I’m right here and ready when you are, little one.”

  Chapter 14

  Braydon didn’t stop rubbing his hand over his cock, and to make matters worse, I couldn’t stop watching him. I’d paced for what felt like hours, snapping when he sat up or got too close. Everything within me demanded I give in or concede to a baser need that wasn’t my own. It was like my magic was calling to me, beckoning me to him. Every time I took a step toward him, I’d take five steps back until I was at the wall again. I was a mess, with sweat coating my brow from the heat that hit in endless agonizing waves.

  “Only you could fight this,” he muttered, scrubbing the hand he wasn’t using down his face.

  “Go to hell,” I snarled.

  “Hell is watching you in pain while you fight something natural as breathing, Laura.”

  “There is nothing natural about a witch in a wolf’s heat. That’s what this is, and that is why my only focus is you fucking me. I’m not a mutt, Braydon. I’m a purebred witch. I’m like royalty, my blood is so pure. Pacing your bedroom with arousal running down my legs in a waterfall isn’t natural! It’s the opposite of natural. Damn, it burns!” I hissed as I bent over, groaning while the heat turned painful, throbbing between my thighs like a constant reminder that I needed him.

  “You won’t win,” he shrugged. “You’re a witch, but what else are you? You are the daughter of a powerful witch, but who was your father, Laura?”

  “I don’t remember him. He died before I was born.”

  “Your mother never mentioned him, did she? She never mentioned why he was killed by Vikings, or why she was brutalized by werewolves. Curious, is it not?”

  “I have bigger issues right now than my father! He’s been dead a very long time, and I don’t think it fucking matters, does it?”

  “It does. Vikings didn’t kill your father. He didn’t die, Laura. He left your mother because she was insane from the darkness she allowed to control her.”

  “You’re an idiot if you think that is true. She hated Vikings because they murdered him.”

  “He was a Viking, Laura. He was a chieftain. He was the alpha of a hybrid wolf pack that invaded England by invitation of the king. Your mother met him on the shores and placed a spell on him. He lay with her night after night until that spell ran its course. He left her there, pregnant with you. He fled the whole of England to escape her, and she made it personal. She declared war on all Vikings. They stopped invading because of your mother alone. The king promised your father safe passage to come ashore, to rid England of the witches. She prevented that and slaughtered everyone who had come across the ocean with him. So they came back for her on his orders, raping her as she had raped Bjorn. They brutalized her, but then she’d slaughtered their brothers and fathers, and Vikings are a bloodthirsty lot. She was heavy with child when they found her; she was pregnant with you. The daughter of a Viking chieftain and King Alpha to the Lycans of Norway. Did you think I was on that shore by chance when you met me? I came to do what they had failed to do.”

  “Did you bump your fucking head, Viking? If this is true, then why have I never heard it before? If it is true, why have you never just bitten me to claim me?”

  “If I had known you were the daughter I sought when I met you, I would have. I’d have claimed you right fucking there on that shore before the gods, and I’d have made you mine. I didn’t know it was you, and you assumed we’d been set upon by rabid werewolves. The children were tiny things that happened upon one of my men when the moon rose and had been bitten. I was born a hybrid wolf. As were you, you just never changed because the magic you held prevented the virus from spreading. Yo
u also never asked me what I was, so I never corrected you. By the time I had married you, I still didn’t know who you truly were, and by then, I didn’t fucking care. I was then chained to a wall and cursed; it cut time to figure things out short.”

  “You came to kill my mother and me?”

  “I came to kill you,” he stated through a sad smile. “I was sent to kill the child she stole because she couldn’t be killed. Your father thought to weaken her with grief by murdering his own blood.”

  “You thought killing me would weaken her?” I snorted, exhaling slowly. The heat was vibrating through me, and my hair now dripped with sweat.

  “Bjorn thought you meant something to her since she had worked so hard to take his seed and bring it to life.”

  “Then why didn’t you try to kill me?” I demanded.

  “Because the moment I looked into those pretty green eyes, my soul felt yours.”

  “I don’t want to walk down memory lane with you,” I whispered, dropping my gaze to the floor. “So my father was a hybrid werewolf, so what? I have never changed into one. I am one of the world’s most powerful witches. I assure you, I am all witch, puppy.”

  “And yet that sweet cunt is dripping your heat because it needs to breed with my wolf. That’s your slick, baby, giving me what I need for my wolf to knot that flesh.”

  “Because you bit me!”

  “I activated the genes within your blood, woman. You don’t need a full moon to turn into a werewolf, because like your father, you are not a normal wolf. You are fucking royalty. Why do you think an entire army returned for your mother? Because within her poisonous womb was the King of the Hybrids’ alpha heir. You were supposed to die in that attack, not your mother. When he married and had another daughter, he tried for your life again. He had to be sure her seat upon his throne was secure. So I came for his daughter, his best and loyal berserker and assassin. What I found was you, and I lost the focus to find her. I found the other half of my fucking soul. I sent word back to him before we married that she’d been nullified. I sent him a locket of your hair as proof since he’d claimed his daughter was born of fiery red hair. The locket of hair you gave me to have with me when you went back to your mother, yeah, I sent his fucking daughter’s hair back without even knowing it. You were the daughter I was sent to murder, which I figured out when your mother captured me with her spell.”

  “Why would you never tell me this?” I countered.

  “Tell you what, Laura? That I was an assassin who came to kill you at your father’s behest? That your mother took his seed by force, or that your father wanted you dead before you’d ever even breathed air into your lungs? That had your mother known you carried a mutated gene, she would have used you more than she already was? What would I have said? What could I have told you that wouldn’t have given you more pain? You would have said I was insane.”

  “Maybe because that is insane!” I stared at him.

  “You took my knot, Laura. If you were human, you’d have died when I took it from you. You survived my bite, and I was your cure. Do you have any idea how rare it is to survive either of those if your body wasn’t created perfectly for mine? Your womb sucked me to it and fucking held me there. Not human nor witch wombs can do such a thing. You held me in your body. I had to fight to get out of your fucking cunt.”

  “Shut your fucking mouth!” I said while my knees hit the floor. Pain rocked through me while I held my stomach. My breathing was labored, coming in hard gasps as I fought what was happening to me. “I hate you!”

  “Good, hold on to that thought,” he muttered, turning over in bed, covering his head with the pillow. “Try to keep it down. I will need rest to handle you and your needs, little one.”

  I glared at him, standing up. My feet moved before I knew my intent, and then I was slapping him, scratching him while sobs exploded from me. He didn’t hit me or hurt me. He did way worse than any of those things could have done. He pulled me close, holding me against him.

  “You’re a liar,” I whispered.

  “I’m a teller of unfortunate truths that are hard to hear. I have never lied about how you make me feel when we are together, or how I feel about you, Laura. I may mislead you, but sometimes it’s for the greater good. I’ve known what and who you were forever. You didn’t want to know, but I need you to know now and trust me, Laura. The longer you fight this, the worse the pain becomes. Let me ease your pain, sweet girl. I won’t hurt you this time.”

  “If I let you do this, we could create life. What if that was her plan, to begin with?” I whispered through clenched teeth.

  “Then she won’t succeed. It doesn’t matter. Nothing will matter if you let this kill you, and you can fight it. Others have tried to fight their first heat, and they died because of it. Why do you think we forbid female wolves to be out alone, unguarded close to their time?”

  “Because your kind are possessive assholes,” I snapped.

  “Oh, I assure you that might have something to do with it, but there’s also your slick. That sweet arousal slipping from your cunt, it’s a dinner bell to my kind. It’s a beacon to any unmated male that there’s a female in need. They aren’t gentle with them. They attack to subdue her, and most don’t survive the mating. They can’t help it because the wolf takes control, as mine did when you attacked me. He bit you to show you who the alpha was, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Moira almost didn’t, which was why I offered her sanctuary under the guise of a mating. She’s wounded, taken down by a pack of males and one who tried to claim her as his mate. Her pack needed protection, and mine needed women.”

  “You’re supposed to be her mate,” I whispered hoarsely, watching as he pushed the hair away from my face.

  “I have a mate,” he replied gently. “I have a fiery redhead with the prettiest green eyes this world has ever created. She’s tiny, but she’s fucking fierce. She is what inspired Shakespeare to create that saying, and no one can say otherwise. You are mine, and you will always be mine as long as this world continues to spin on its axis. I made a promise to Moira to protect her, and so I have under the guise of being her mate, and yet I have never touched her beyond a kiss we shared to make you jealous. Moira used me for protection, and I allowed it. She doesn’t want me, and I want you.”

  His lips touched mine, gently searching for permission. My hands threaded through his hair, holding him to me. Braydon gave, and I took, uncaring when he lifted me and pushed me down onto his cock. His mouth swallowed the hiss of pain before he began moving me up and down slowly. He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

  “Tell me to breed you, woman. I need you to say it,” he groaned.

  “Do it, make the pain stop, Viking,” I whispered, slamming my mouth against his before I pulled away to cry out as he grew within me. He held me still, holding me there, straddling his legs.

  “Good girl,” he crooned, holding my hips firmly before he moved us, laying me back onto the bed as he adjusted himself between my legs. “When I swell within you, we won’t be moving from this bed for at least twenty-four hours.”

  “That’s a long time to be stuck that close to you, mutt,” I whispered, grinding against him slowly.

  He smirked roguishly before lowering his mouth to suck on one swollen nipple. His other hand pinched the other, forcing a gasp to explode from my lips. His cock slowly slipped from my body while he popped the nipple from between his lips, grazing over the flesh with his teeth.

  “When I knot your greedy little cunt, you won’t want me to leave it, sweet girl. I know you’re insatiable, and such an avaricious little thing,” he growled seductively as his tongue slid through the arousal he’d created. “Such a messy little thing, aren’t you?” he purred between my legs, lifting his glowing blue eyes to lock with mine.

  He used his fingers to trace through the silk folds,
slapping it without warning. I cried out, dropping my legs apart while I lifted to watch him closer. It still ached from the last time he’d taken me, and yet I wanted him. My walls clenched with anticipation for his touch, for his cock to stretch me. Two fingers pushed into my body, and a cry of need slipped from my throat to echo through the room.

  “You make the most beautiful music when you ache for me to wreck your cunt.”

  “You have a dirty mouth.”

  “You love my mouth, woman. You love what it can do to you, and ache to have it worshiping you, don’t you?” he chuckled darkly before lowering his mouth to lick around his fingers as they spread me apart. “This pussy is soaking wet, little witch. You taste like the nectar of the gods. Odin himself would be pleased with the taste of your dripping cunt. Look at this mess,” he ordered, watching me as I obeyed. He dropped his mouth, grazing my clit with his teeth before he sucked it into his mouth, moving his fingers in a seductive beat that had me teetering on the edge. “Give it to me, Laura. Come for me,” he uttered huskily before he withdrew his fingers, devouring my flesh until my hands buried into his hair.

  “Braydon,” I warned, dancing on the edge of no return. My body spiraled toward the climax, coming undone as he lavished my core greedily. His hand lifted, squeezing my breast while the other pushed back into my body, filling it with his finger as he found my G-spot, working it over until I was screaming and riding an endless wave of pleasure. “Oh, my God!” I whimpered in shock as I felt my body releasing fluid, knowing it was to prepare me for him.

  He sat up, staring down at my sweat-gleaming body. Settling between my legs, he watched me through glowing blue eyes. Braydon reached down, stroking his cock.

  “Turn around, sweet girl. I want your ass in the air, and then I want you to spread your thighs apart for me. Show me what is mine,” he hissed, raspy with wickedness clinging from every syllable.

  I turned over slowly, lifting my ass as my hips spread for him. My back arched, and I turned, smirking at him while my lips parted to speak. “Think you’re man enough, puppy?” I asked, watching as fire leaped into his gaze at the challenge.