Page 10 of Hex
I spin on the spot, my dirty and ragged dress now clean and bright, and I search out my soulmate.
My whole body freezes when I see him, leaning against a tall tree with one foot up behind him and his arms folded across his chest.
He’s waiting for me.
Tears spring to my eyes and I run toward him faster than I ever have before. The scent of him when I get closer finishes me off and I collapse into his arms in a flurry of sobs. Hack falls to the grass with me and we just hold each other so tightly I never want to let go.
“Hey, Satapti.” Hack grasps my head in both hands and holds it in front of his face, his thumbs wiping away the fresh tears that refuse to stop flowing. His eyes search mine, for a lie maybe? Likely to try and figure out what trick is being played on him because I have never come back from the dead or done this dream walking thing.
The intimacy in that moment as we truly take each other in, drinking up all the attention and love, is electric. The urge to kiss him takes over and I make the first move, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his like a delicate flower that could break.
Saffron and I didn’t exactly discuss what would be able to happen while in this dreamscape, but I’m too desperate for him to not try and kiss him. I don’t know why I’m tentative with it because the hug was tighter than ever, but I’m afraid something is going to pull us away from each other again.
“Hey, Zelos.” I kiss him again and he stills, allowing me to believe I have a modicum of control.
The low grumble from his throat tells me he’s about to throw that idea out of the window, just before he proves me right and moves one of his hands from the side of my face to the back of my head. His fingers entwine with my hair at my scalp and fuck yeah…he pulls it oh so good before encouraging my lips to part with his tongue.
I know my body is lying on a cold, stone floor in a cave-cell inside a mountain, but this feels so real. Every touch, every lick…my nipples are throbbing in anticipation of being set free, pinched, bitten…just as long as it’s with Hack.
Our kiss is heated, raw, hands grasping and breaths panting before we eventually part. Hack rests his forehead against mine and takes a long, deep, inhale, and I close my eyes, soaking the moment in with my palms against his chest. His heartbeat is grounding me so deeply it’s easy to forget this is a dream.
“How…?” His voice is hoarse and he barely gets the word fully out as he pulls back a little, stroking the sides of my face with his thumbs again.
It’s impossible not to chuckle at his emotion-fueled question because thehowof all this is a whole heap of crazy.
“Well, I’m alive again and I’m not a witch. Or I am, but only because Baba Yaga put some hex on me…reason still unknown. I’m a demi goddess too and Hekate is my original mother, not Baba. Thank fuck.” True to form, I blurt out the information as though it’s nothing, when in actual fact, it’s everything. My world has been flipped upside down and sideways and draggedalong the edge of a cliff, but it seems I thrive in madness because I’m handling it all like a fucking champ.
Shaking his head, Hack’s lips tip upward at the corners. “Well, that explains a lot and nothing at all. Where are you?”
“I don’t know. Inside a mountain. There’s water somewhere because I can hear a constant dripping. I made a faerie friend. Her name is Saffron and she’s the reason I’m here now. The harpies said there’s some kind of ward, making it impossible for you to know where I am. You could be standing on the mountain and never know I’m here.”
His hands at the small of my back are firm, holding me in place with his natural warmth.
“That’s more information that I had, so if that’s all you’ve got, it’s enough. How long have we got?” His eyes glow a little, the green growing darker and yet brighter, his breaths heavy and wanting.
“I don’t kno—”
Without giving me a chance to finish, Hack’s lips find mine and I melt into him. My hands slide up and over his shoulders and my chest presses against him, giving my nipples a little of the friction they’re begging for. Thin vines slide around my wrists as I dig my fingers into his back, wishing our clothes weren’t in the way of touching his bare skin.
His tongue massages mine in a way that makes my knees weak as I stroke my fingers up to the back of his neck.
“I missed you so fucking much.” His breathy words are growled into my mouth between nips and licks. All I can do is moan in response, too drunk on his attentions to be coherent.
A familiar tickling against my ankles makes its way up my legs, wrapping around my thighs, and before I can protest about the clothes, they’re gone…
It’s so fast, I pull away, eyes wide.
“It’s a dream, Satapti. Mine, to be exact. It’s easier to imagine the clothes gone than to waste valuable time undressing you. But I promise you this…” He pauses and kisses my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, and finally my mouth. It’s so soft I can barely feel it, but it calms me all the same. “When I find you for real, I will bring you to this exact meadow. Then I’m going to take my time unwrapping every inch of you like the most delicate gift before I spend hours worshipping your naked body.”
“I can get on board with that. What else can dream-you do?” I wag my brows and grin, loving the fact that there’s no chill in the air.
With a growl worthy of the most dominant bear, Hack goes right back to where we left off. His mouth devours mine and his vines continue their exploration of my thighs. Thick fingers twist into my hair, gripping the perfect spot at the back of my head as he controls my movements. The vines tighten, giving just enough pressure that the twinge of pain is pleasurable, and I use my grip against his neck to jump up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I don’t hesitate in rubbing my slick heat against his thick cock.
He holds me as though I’m weightless, one palm on my ass, one still wrapped in my hair, and his lips are working miracles as he kisses across my jawline and neck. I’m simultaneously at his mercy and in control, ready to spend my days having all the orgasms I missed in this life.
Yanking my head backward gives him better access to my throat, where he bites and sucks, kissing away the pain. My clit is thanking me for the friction against him as I continue to grind myself on his dick, and all it would take is just one little move for him to be inside me.
I claw at his back, his shoulders, and adjust my position…
