“Is that right?” I say to the grandmother. “Can I touch you while you are touching me?”
I try to land a claw on her shoulder, but a thin layer of magic repels my touch.
“You witches have thought of everything,” I mutter.
I’m about to transform into a black dog to see if I can bite her, but she hops back on the broomstick and murmurs, “One more ride?”
This time, I don’t let go.
The journey back is filled with moans and rolls and copious amounts of tree sap. I ignore the peculiar sexual conduct and cling to the broomstick. Since I’m now within the grandmother’s protective bubble, then the wards will surely allow me into her property.
The greedy wench has two more orgasms before she goes home, and I hold my breath as we descend.
Magic crackles across my skin the same way it did after Alienor left me hard and needy. Instead of pushing me away, it yields to the grandmother’s presence.
When we approach the chamomile lawn, the reedy muscles of my heart pound with triumph. I am in. I have breached the barrier of their stronghold.
Here is where my wife’s magic is its strongest, reminding me of her villainy. It overwhelms my senses until the edges of my vision turn red.
Soon, Alienor will be mine.
And then she will die under my claws.
ChapterTen
ALIENOR
I slam the cottage door behind me and lean against the wall. My chest flutters, my heart gallops faster than an out-of-control pegasus, and my pussy doesn’t know whether to throb or weep.
Every inch of my skin tingles. I’m too aroused to think straight, too terrified to move.
The Boogie Man wants me dead. Dead but not before we have mind-blowing sex.
This situation is beyond twisted.
My breathing slows, but the pulse between my legs continues to pound. I lift my skirt and slip my hands into my knickers. My pussy is soaked, its muscles clenching with need, and my clit is hot and swollen.
I can’t remember the last time I was so aroused.
I need to clear my head.
I rub circles around my clit and shudder as my mind conjures up the memory of his full, kissable lips, his bulging pectoral muscles, and his defined six pack. My fingers move in time with the dappled sunlight caressing his skin and the way his tattoos shift with his movements.
And his cock…
It was long and thick and red.
My fingers quicken over my sensitive bundle of nerves, making my legs tremble.
The Boogie Man had been telling the truth when he said it only worked for me. No one could fake so much murderous resentment.
I wanted to drop to my knees and run my tongue along those four heads and taste if his fairy dust was salty or sweet.
Sweat gathers on my brow, and my breath comes in shuddering pants. Now, my mind can’t stop thinking about him pinning me to the orchard floor and fucking me until I screamed.
My orgasm has me twitching, trembling, and throbbing. I slide down the wall and land on my ass with a sigh.
That was so intense.