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Authors: Stephanie Nelson

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My fingers wandered to her sex, pressing lighting against her panties. It caused her moan to deepen and my cock to twitch. Everything that had happened up to this point disappeared. It was only Gwen and me, her wanting moans and my hands on her body. She was everything, eradicating everything else from my mind.

Frantic with need for her, I bent her over the armrest of the chair and ripped her panties away. The piece of black lace fell in a tatter heap at her feet. Moving my hand over the globe of her ass, I slowly trailed my hand between to the junction of her legs. I used one finger to slide along the slit of her pussy, groaning at finding her so wet. I added a finger to the mix and pushed them forward, burying them into her slick folds. Her muscles tightened around my fingers as I worked them in and out.

When I looked back on this moment I may come to realize my rash reaction stemmed from fear of losing her. I needed her to feel the connection between us, the unadulterated sexual attraction we’d been denying for two years. I wanted her mindless for me, begging for me, because I knew sooner or later she would hate me. Once she found out what I’d done she’d stop begging me to please, and start begging me to leave her alone. I couldn’t.

She tilted her hips so that her ass perked up higher, inviting my fingers deeper. I stared at her from behind, my hand working against her sex, and panic gripped my chest. She was so beautiful bent over my sofa, her short skirt up around her hips, long dark hair and breasts bouncing with each thrust of my fingers. I’d ruined everything. Any chance we’d once had had already expired; she just didn’t know it yet. But I did, and it caused dread unlike anything else unfurl inside my chest. I would make her feel desire and need for me. She’d want me tonight.

Removing my fingers, I spun her around and moved her to sit on the sofa. Lowering myself to my knees, I smiled up at her as I leaned forward and kissed her between her thighs. The soft sigh that left her lips invaded my body and overwhelmed my senses. Just that little rush of air leaving her lips grabbed ahold of me.

I loved that she wasn’t asking questions, why we hadn’t spoken for two days, why another man escorted her to the gala. Instead, she as lost in heady mixture of our attraction as much as I was. In this moment the only thing that matter was that we wanted each other.

I kissed, licked and nibbled her folds. Each time she circled her hips and moaned, I absorbed it. No words were needed for me to know she was begging for more. She craved me, wanted me, needed me.

Her legs stiffened around my face, and I thought she was about to come against my tongue. And then everything disappeared and I was sailing through the air. I landed hard on my side, my ribs cracking against the hard tile of my floor. Popping up, I snarled. I had no clue what had just happened. My eyes flicked over to Gwen to find her scowling, her eyes full of anger and…hurt.

“Who the fuck is that?” She yelled, pointing behind me.

I looked over my shoulder to find the woman I’d left in my bedroom, and she was butt ass naked. I’d forgotten all about her upon seeing Gwen. Fuck!

“Dinner,” I said with indifference. If I showed any signs of unease or nervousness Gwen would assume I cheated on her. If she only knew what I’d done was far worse.

“You are some kind of asshole, you know that? And to think, I was ashamed of kissing Micah when all the while you were playing me like a fiddle. Kudos, you really had me fooled.” Gwen bit out. Her words didn’t bother me. It was the pain in her eyes as she glared at me. She stared at me as though she didn’t know me, or didn’t want to know me any longer.

Wait, did she say she kissed her ex?
Bitter anger overthrew any ounce of remorse I felt. While I’d been drowning in a pool of self-loathing she’d kissed Micah. I knew I had no room to be angry, but love was illogical at the best of times. At the worst of times it was downright stupid.

“You kissed Micah?” I asked, my voice calm—too calm. The thought of her and Micah in each other’s arms formed claws inside my chest. She started toward the door, but I made it there before she could leave. She lifted her hand to send another magical blast, but I caught her wrist. Slowly, I trailed my fingers down her palm and clasped her hand. I stared down at her as a mixture of fury and remorse wrestled with each other. It was easy to focus on her transgressions, easy to forget how much worse mine were.

“Aren’t you coming back upstairs?” My dinner questioned, her voice too pouty to be natural. I grimaced from the sound of it.

I half turned to face my dinner, but kept a hold of Gwen’s hand. “Get out.”

The woman’s eyes widened as she hurried up the stairs, returning moments later with her clothes bunched in her arms. She pushed past us, and Gwen’s scowled as the woman brushed against her body. She had every right to be pissed at me. As innocent as I was, at least where dinner was concerned, it didn’t look good. Had I walked in on Gwen with a naked man in her apartment, I would have come to the same conclusions.

After the woman was gone, Gwen struggled against my hold on her. “Let go of me.”

“Calm down,” I told her. With all the activity of the night, my patience was thinning. My body wanted two things: Brew and sex with Gwen. My dick was still semi hard and my fangs ached to break skin, while my tongue yearned for the taste of blood—Brew.

She laughed. “Calm down? I just caught you with a naked woman!” She kicked thrust her knee up and hit me between the legs. I snarled, all of the emotions of the night coalescing. Before I knew it, I had her pinned on the floor, her arms outstretched above her head. She stared up at me with fear, her blue eyes wide and her mouth agape.

Leaning toward her face, I whispered, “I’m having a very hard time controlling myself, so unless you want to end up drained, you should calm down.” I could smell the blood beneath her skin. It thrummed beautifully through her veins and beckoned me. The magic within it was strong, so strong. Gwen laid perfectly still as though the briefest movement would trigger my attack.

“I can hear it calling to me,” I said, my eyes latched onto her throat.

“Hear what?” Gwen whispered.

“Your magic. Your blood. Your body. I crave it like nothing else.”

I tried to focus on the fear occupying Gwen’s face, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than how good she smelled.

***

That night Gwen reminded me why I loved her so much. She had willingly offered blood to keep me from hurting a witch. The faith she put in me, the trust not to hurt her, was awe inspiring and reminded me what attracted me to her in the beginning.

I knew eventually she would learn the truth about everything, that I killed a witch and knew who was behind the Brew distribution, and I’d have to watch her walk away. Until that day came, I planned to do everything in my power to remind her
why she loved me.

First and foremost, I have to thank my readers. Because of you guys I’m able to write stories for a living. For those who follow along on my Facebook page, you know the hell I went through trying to get Hexed published. I truly believe I jinxed myself by titling it ‘Hexed’. It was one obstacle after another with this book. No matter what, you guys stuck beside me and encouraged me with your kind words. I am truly lucky to have your support. Thank you to those who showed tremendous patience.

Next, I have to thank my husband. I know it must weird being married to an author. You listen to me ramble about my characters as though they’re real, and go through story ideas. You keep me sane when I feel like going off the deep end sometimes.

Thank you to my street team for your constant support and friendship. Though I feel weird asking you guys to post things for me, you’re always willing. And thank you for giving me the idea to write a short story from Aiden’s POV.

Thank you to Mel Gannon for the fantastic cover. I love everything you do.

Thank you to Chelsea Kuhel for editing Hexed for me.