Page 7 of A Witch Out of Time
Vasi moaned and rode my face, soaking me with her scent as her legs trembled, thighs squeezing my head like a vice. She whispered my name, and I glanced up just in time to see her gorgeous face somehow become even more breathtaking as she came for me.
Krasiviy…
Beautiful.
My cock was so hard at this point—trapped under me and torturously rubbing against the mattress—that I knew I needed to change positions before I really embarrassed myself. Rising to my knees, I flipped a still-shaking Vasi onto her stomach and hauled her up to all fours. I groaned at the sight of her. Running my fingers over her wetness, I enjoyed the sexy little sound she made as her pussy clenched on air, silently begging me to fill it.
Come to think of it, I’d like to hear her beg.
“How many fingers should I give you this time?” I teased, spreading her cheeks and briefly wondering if her ass would taste likeSpartakcake. “What do you think you deserve?”
Even though she was still panting from what I’d done to her, that witch had the nerve to glare at me over her shoulder. Her aquamarine eyes flashed as she curtly replied, “All of them.”
At the hint of her signature sass, I abruptly removed my hands and sat back on my heels, giving her a hard stare in return. If Vasi thought she was in charge here, then she had another thing coming—and I didn’t mean a second orgasm.
Loudly sighing, she turned her face away and lowered herself to her elbows, presenting an even more delicious view of her nicer half. “Please…” she grumbled into the pillow.
That’s better.
Moving my hand back to her folds, I slid two fingers in, purposefully slow, enjoying her needy whimper as I immediately withdrew them again. Returning with three fingers, I pumped a few times, gritting my teeth as she sucked me in deeper. I desperately tried to think of anything other than how it would feel for my cock to be milked by her magic pussy.
“More…” she growled, pushing back against me, trying to fuck herself on my hand. “Give me more.”
“You know, Vasi,” I growled, squeezing another finger in, focusing on my annoyance instead of her enticing asshole still winking up at me. “You’re easier to deal with when you’re not bossing me around with that salty mouth of yours.”
She froze and glanced back over her shoulder again, only this time, a mischievous smile played over her luscious lips. “Andyou’reeasier to deal with when your mouth is busy with other things.”
And then, she wiggled her ass at me.
This witch.
Before I knew what I was doing, I lifted my palm and brought it down on her ass with a resounding crack. Vasi screamed and tightened around my fingers, and there went my last shred of self-control. Gripping her cheek with the hand that wasn’t buried inside her, I dove in, licking her asshole like it was the thickest slice ofSpartakthis side of Siberia.
A low rumbling came from somewhere deep below the Facility, growing louder as the entire building vibrated and shook. Hairline cracks spread across the walls, and my vision blurred as pure fire raced along my arms and chest, like needles tracing over my skin.
Vasi let out a keening wail, violently shuddering as liquid dripped down my wrist, scenting the air with that satanic honey of hers. Realizing my lizard brain was taking over—urging me to fuck—I shoved myself away, rolling off the bed and stumbling into the tiny bathroom. Slamming the door shut behind me, I tore off the rest of my clothes and turned the shower on ice-cold before clambering in.
Half-collapsing against the shower wall, I stifled a groan and gripped the base of my dick, but it was too late. The instant the water hit my back, I was reminded of the last time I finger-fucked my witch, and I came so hard I almost blacked out.
“Nox?” Vasi’s concerned voice sounded from the other side of the door, and I watched with horror as the knob began to turn.
“Stay thefuckaway from me,” I shouted, suddenly terrified that she’d come in here and see the mess I’d made. The mess that I was.
She muttered something scathing, but thankfully left me alone. I was just starting to relax when I looked down and noticed steam rising off my nowglowingtattoos. They looked like molten fissures in the earth, signaling a volcano about to erupt.
What the hell is happening to me?
I involuntarily shook as a vision of Veles rising from the Batagaika crater blended with a much earlier memory—one I wished I could forget. For so long, I’d hoped it was nothing more than a trauma response to temporarily dying and then watching my grandmother be murdered in front of me soon after. But as the years went on, and especially since I’d become mixed up in this witchy business, I’d realized what I thought I’d imagined that day actually happened.
I’d been to the Nav and returned. And it was time to accept that my life was so entangled with death, there was no way I could escape my fate forever.
Chapter 7
Veles
Humans were going to be the death of me.
No. Just one human in particular.
