Page 29 of Sorcia's Heart
“More!”she gasped, wiggling as if she needed to tempt him.Not Marcus.He was already there, already licking at her folds again while his finger slid into her heat, teasing her further.His finger flipped over, stroking the nerve endings inside as his mouth latched onto her nub and sucked.Hard!With the suction and his tongue flicking against her sensitive nerves, she couldn’t hold back.Her climax screamed out of her and she grabbed onto his head, holding him in place while the waves of pleasure washed over her.
When she sighed, the waves settling into a soft rocking now, Marcus pulled away.But not for long.He licked his lips, teasing her nipples with one hand as he stroked himself with the other.Before she knew what was happening, he thrust into her, her body still slick and ready for him and she inhaled, absorbing his shaft with a fierce joy that had her crying out his name.
Over and over, he thrust into her, his thumb stroking her nub while his other hand held onto her hips.Sorcia lifted her own hands, pinching her nipples as her body soared to another climax.She tightened her inner muscles, wanting him to join her this time.When she heard his groans of pleasure, she let herself go and that caused her body to climb higher, the glorious sensations too intense for even breathing.
A long time later, Marcus lifted himself up and looked down at Sorcia.Her lips were swollen from his kisses and she could barely keep her eyes open.This was his woman, he thought.Now it was time for him to prove it to her.
He had a plan.
He wasn’t going to live without Sorcia any longer.After today, after the way she’d been reacting to him over the past two weeks, he knew that he had to make his move or he’d lose her forever once this demon was caught.Watching her as she slept in his arms, Marcus felt as if his whole life had been put on hold while he’d waited for Sorcia to come to her senses and realize that he never would have cheated on her.
Apparently, she was more stubborn than he could have believed.
So now he wasn’t going to take any more chances.
Chapter 16
Hortensesatonamakeshift bench fashioned from splintered wood and rusted iron, her nose wrinkling as she observed Hazelton pacing across the cold, desolate floor of the warehouse.The cinder block walls loomed tall and oppressive, stained with dark streaks of grime from years of neglect.Concrete rubble littered the ground in jagged piles, interspersed with rusting heaps of metal that looked like the forgotten skeletons of some long-abandoned machinery.
Tall, filthy windows lined the upper walls, their once-clear panes now clouded with dirt and cobwebs.Many were shattered, leaving jagged edges that let in shards of sunlight, illuminating swirling motes of dust.In one corner, water dripped incessantly from a broken pipe, forming a small, stagnant puddle that smelled faintly of mildew and decay.
“Why are you so upset?”Hortense asked, her tone flat but probing.She needed details—something to justify why she was stuck in this miserable, joyless pit when she should be preparing for the busy season ahead.
Spring was already here, and summer was creeping closer.There were countless tasks demanding her attention in the forest.The underbrush needed clearing to make room for the new growth; food and herbs needed to be planted; furniture had to be pulled out and cleaned, and seeds needed planting to ensure her troupe’s survival through the next winter.
Yet here she was, wasting her time in this soulless concrete prison while Hazelton fumed and muttered.
The idiot demon thought he had a master plan, but all she’d seen over the past several weeks was failure.Every day, he returned to this decrepit hideout, growling and snarling about witches and making plans that never bore fruit.
She leaned back against the wall, careful to avoid the rough, crumbling surface that might snag her tunic, and sighed.“What’s the problem now?”
Hazelton stopped pacing and turned to glare at her, his fiery eyes glinting in the dim light.“The problem is that my plan hasn’t worked,” he growled, his voice reverberating through the cavernous space.“Yet!”
Hortense raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.“If you actuallyhada plan, perhaps it would have worked by now.”
His glare intensified, but she wasn’t cowed.She waved a hand dismissively.“I’m just saying, pacing and muttering aren’t going to catch your witch.Meanwhile, I’m stuck in this miserable hole, surrounded by concrete and rust, while my forest goes untended.”
“You think I don’t hate this place?”he snarled.“But that damn witch isn’t just going to walk into my trap!I need time!”
“Time,” she echoed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.“You’ve had weeks, Hazelton.Weeks to catch this ‘powerful’ witch you keep ranting about.And what do we have to show for it?Nothing.”
She folded her arms and looked him over with barely disguised disdain.The man exuded fury, but it was the kind of impotent rage that grated on her nerves.“Look, I don’t even like witches,” she continued, “but at least they get things done.They have spells, councils, plans.What do you have?More pacing?”
His jaw clenched, and she smirked at his frustration.
Still, Hortense sighed, resigning herself to her predicament.The sooner Hazelton succeeded, the sooner she could leave this wretched place and return to her trees.“Fine,” she said, leaning forward with a begrudging air.“What can I do to help, oh mighty demon?”
He paused, clearly not expecting her offer.His eyes narrowed suspiciously.“Why would you help me?”
“Because the sooner you catch your witch,” Hortense said, her voice sharp with exasperation, “the sooner I can get out of here and back to my forest.That’s all I care about.”She sighed with irritation.“You only need me to trap this witch in a forest prison.So let’s do this!”
The dripping water punctuated the silence between them, a monotonous reminder of the dreary space they shared.Hazelton looked at her for a long moment, his fury simmering just beneath the surface.“Fine,” he finally growled.“Let’s figure out how to lure her in.”
Hortense leaned back, staring at the crumbling ceiling above her.“Great.I can’t wait.”
Chapter 17
Sorciabolteduprightwitha sharp gasp, her heart pounding against her ribs.Her eyes darted around her loft, scanning the familiar space for anything out of place.The dim glow of the city lights spilled through the tall windows, casting long shadows over the industrial-chic furniture.Everything appeared to be exactly where it should be, yet the feeling of unease gripped her like a vice.
