Page 48 of Hexmate

He reached between us, wrapping his hand around my throbbing cock. “Me too,” Caden gasped, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “I want to feel you cum.”

His words sent a jolt of arousal through me. I clung to him tighter, my nails digging into his back as the pleasure built to a crescendo. With a loud cry, I came, spilling over Caden’s hand and my stomach. My body clenched around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

Caden’s thrusts became erratic as he chased his own release. The surrounding vines pulsed brightly, flowers blooming and wilting in rapid succession. Caden pulled himself out quickly and came with a strangled moan, shooting hot ropes of cum across my belly. He stared down at me for a moment, his eyesglowing bright green before he collapsed on top of me, smearing our mess between us.

We lay there, panting and entangled, as the aftershocks of our orgasms washed over us. The magical glow of the vines slowly faded, leaving us in a cocoon of lush greenery. Caden’s magic settled, but I could still feel it thrumming beneath his skin.

“That was...” Caden trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Pretty good, right?” I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. “That was really good for your first time.”

“How would you know?” he laughed. “It was your first time too.”

“I came, didn’t I? You must’ve done something right.”

Caden chuckled softly, nuzzling into my neck. “I suppose you’re right.” His fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, smearing our combined release. “Was it... was it really okay for you?”

I tightened my arms around him, savoring the weight of his body on mine. “It was more than okay, Caden. It was incredible.” I tilted his chin up, meeting his gaze. “You’re incredible.”

A shy smile spread across his face, his cheeks flushing pink. Even after what we’d just done, he could still be bashful. It was endearing.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

I shook my head. “Not at all. There was a little discomfort at first, but it felt amazing once we got going.” I grinned, running my hand down his back. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.”

Caden’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his face. “Really? You’d want to?”

“Definitely,” I murmured, pulling him in for a tender kiss. “Though next time,” I said, gesturing around to all the plantsthat now filled the room. “Maybe we should put down a tarp or something.”

Caden finally stopped staring at me long enough to look around the room. His breath caught in his throat and a hand came to his lips. “I… I did all this?” he whispered.

“Well, I can’t,” I said. “So, it must’ve been you.”

“But… where did these come from? Usually, I can only grow things from seeds…” He glanced down at me. “These cushions aren’t filled with plant material, are they?”

“No. It’s just poly fill.”

“How is this even possible?”

I reached up, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at me. There was worry lining his features, and I used my thumbs to wipe them away. “I told you that you were a powerful witch. You just needed the right conditions to grow, just like your plants.” I pulled him down, kissing him once more. “Do you believe me now?”

Chapter 19

Caden

By the time we left the library, night had fallen. The snow was drifting lazily downward once more, catching the light of the lamps. Everything was quiet all across campus. Even most of the windows in the dorms were dark. It seemed, in our time tucked away in the library, all the world had gone to sleep. Now it was just me and Atlas, hand in hand, strolling through the ankle-deep snow as we breathed in the crisp night air.

“I’m surprised it’s so quiet out here,” I said, glancing up at Atlas. “It’s not that late, is it?”

“The clock in the library said it was just past ten.” He turned back, looking up and down campus. “But there’s something in the air.” He paused, pulling me to a stop as he sniffed. “Oppressive… like thunder before a storm.”

A chill ran down my spine as his entire demeanor shifted. The afterglow of our incredible afternoon faded, eaten away by the cold of night pressing in around us. I found myself clinging to him, the darkness suddenly more intimidating than it was a moment before.

Atlas pulled me closer, his muscular arm wrapping protectively around my waist. His golden eyes scanned the shadows between buildings, his nostrils flaring as he continuedto scent the air. I could feel the tension radiating off him, his body coiled and ready to spring into action.

“We should get inside,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Something’s wrong.”

As we quickened our pace, the snow crunching beneath our feet, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. A dark shape darted between two buildings, too fast and fluid to be human. My heart began to race.

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