Page 19 of Hot Summer's Prey

She grinds down on my face. My tongue finds its way to her opening, licking around her labia to tease before plunging inside.

“Ungh, fuck, that’s your tongue?!” she moans in rapture.

I cannot fight my smile as I fuck her with my tongue. She is so responsive, so honest in every reaction. Often I have felt my features were fine as they are, but tonight I feel as if every part of me is perfectly made for her pleasure.

My sifon struggles in the wet pants, desperate to suck up her pleasure as my tongue does. I want her magic for my own. It pains me to remember that if I take her here, the Lantern Witch will demand the bounty.

Teresa pants and begs, cries out with unabashed pleasure as my tongue fucks her needy cunt into orgasm.

“Unbelievable,” she sighs, giggling.

She slumps against the wall, and I look up from between her legs in awe. My ears ring from the way her thighs squeezed my head. I feel dizzy from pleasuring her. Delighted. I lap up her wetness, greedy for every bit of her, until she groans from overstimulation and pushes me away. She pulls her leg off my shoulder and slides down to my level.

“Let me do the same for you,” she begs, pulling my mouth to hers.

My lips are still wet from her climax, which only seems to encourage her further. She’s as hungry as I am.

As she pushes me back against the floor, ready to fight my pants once more, it hits me again.

I do not want her to forget me. I don’t want to share her.

I want her for myself, only for me.

With another kiss, I push her back up, suddenly grateful that the water made undoing my pants so difficult. It’s for the best, as well, for she’d discover what I really am.

“I should get you back to your friends,” I say.

“What?” she asks. “I don’t understand.”

Fuck. What do I tell her?

“The tide… is rising. We have to get out of here before we get stuck.”

In the dim light, I can see the confusion and upset clear on her face.

“If that’s all it is,” she says slowly. “I didn’t do something weird to fuck this up, did I? Make a dumb noise or something?”

“No, you’re perfect,” I tell her, pulling her in for a kiss.

I’m fucking this up. I don’t want her to hate me, but I refuse to share her with the Lantern Witch. Until I collect the witch’s due, I can’t be with Teresa.

I don’t know what it is about her that has me so enraptured, but until I figure it out, I want her for my own. And that means collecting what magic I can from others instead.

Maybe when this is all over, I can explain myself to her. Show her the garden so she understands why.

If she doesn’t hate me for it.

8

WHO NEEDS BOYS?

TERESA

As soon as I enter the door, catcalls.

“Damn, Resa! Get it! First night out?!” Anelisa cheers from her spot on the couch.

Next to her, Zephyr and Dawn hover over the coffee table, staring at a bunch of papers and boxes spread out across. The mystery continues, I think, rolling my eyes. I am especially disinterested now. Especially since they were all there at the bar and no one thought to stop me from walking off with Mr. Hottie-With-the-Dog. Betrayers. Did anyone even text me to check in? Yeah, I didn’t check my phone once when I was with him or since—not that I’m not about to check it now.

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