Wicked Hexes

by Amelia Hutchins

  “Yes,” I answered, staring down at his thick cock. “Braydon?” I whispered through dry lips. “Something is way wrong with your penis,” I noted.

  “It’s a knot, little witch. It’s about to be buried inside of your tight cunt,” he chuckled.

  It wasn’t normal. He had an overly large cock, to begin with, but the head was purple and enlarged past what I could take. I shook my head while he watched me. Fear trickled up my spine as the denial of what he planned entered my mind. He lifted me carefully, poising it against my entrance soaked with need. I felt it lessening, as if he controlled how thick it was. When I peered back down, it wasn’t as large as it had been.

  “Look at me, Laura,” he demanded.

  I did, pulling my wide eyes away from what he had poised to enter my body. He smirked, enjoying the fear that danced from me. He rubbed it against my opening, and I shook my head, fully intending to tell him where he could stick it, but he slammed me down, and I howled as he entered me. My body screamed, burning with the pain of fullness as he held me seated to the base of his cock with no way to escape it. Tears slipped from my eyes as he watched me jerking my hips to withdraw his cock. Muscles that hadn’t been used in almost fifty years screamed in agony while he remained still, holding me onto him as his cock grew even larger, filling me.

  “Breathe for me, sweet girl,” he uttered hoarsely. “You’re okay. Relax and just let it happen. It’s not even close to being finished growing yet, but you can handle it.” He lifted me, staring at where we were joined. His eyes turned to liquid pools of blue flames as he pushed me back down. “You need to come for me.”

  “Are you serious? You’re trying to knot my very human vagina! I’m not a wolf, Braydon. I’m created with human anatomy.”

  “You’re not human, woman. If you were, you’d have died a long time ago. Now be a good girl and ride my cock. I want to watch those pretty green eyes burn with pleasure as you come for me. Come on, stop being a pussy and use yours to take what you want from me,” he growled, lifting me only to slam me down harder onto his massive erection.

  “It hurts, asshole!” I snapped irritably.

  “It’s supposed to,” he smirked roguishly. His fingers left my hips to pinch my nipples, pulling them roughly as I cried out. “I told you, you’re fucking tiny. Do you have any idea how you look sitting atop me, riding my cock with your tight cunt grasping it? You’re fucking hot, so fucking hot being my good girl and taking the whole thing. Do you know how many women have taken even the start of my knotted cock? None: none have ever been able to accept it, and yet you, my littlest witch, slid right onto it like a fucking champion. They weren’t made for me, but you are. Now fucking take it or I will bend you over and give you more than you can take,” he warned, gripping my hips as he helped me place my feet flat upon the bed.

  I lifted, dropping my head to watch as his cock spread my flesh painfully. I continued lifting until I cradled it within the base of my flesh, and my eyes rose to his before I slammed down, screaming as pain mixed with pleasure.

  “Good girl,” he crooned, rocking my hips before lifting my body again to repeat the motion.

  Braydon continued, lifting and rocking my body until I was moaning as it hummed with pleasure. Everything inside of me seemed to build in turbulence that I couldn’t contain. I was spiraling out of control as he precisely danced me to the edge. My eyes locked with his, sensing he was fully aware of the coming cataclysm that was about to erupt.

  He smiled wickedly and growled, his voice escaping his lips in an inhuman, otherworldly tone. “Fuck me, Laura. Come for me, my sweet witch.”

  I screamed as everything combusted. My body sang as a kaleidoscope of colors filled my vision. It was violent, brutally so as my body trembled while his name escaped my lips over and over. His hands rocked me, using my body to hold me in the orgasm until he couldn’t handle it anymore. He picked me up roughly, flipping me onto my belly as he nudged my legs apart from behind. His hand gripped my hair, threading his fingers through it as he yanked it back while pounding into me harder than before with his cock. The pain was delicious through the waves of orgasm I rode blindly.

  I bucked against him, sensitive from the orgasm still pushing through me. He didn’t stop; his hips slammed against mine without mercy, and I whimpered. His mouth crushed against mine hungrily, nipping my bottom lip that trembled from too many sensations all at once. He snarled gutturally, turning my neck to lick the wound that had yet to heal, and I yelped as he nipped at it, growing painfully large within me as his teeth sank into my shoulder. His cock battered against my womb agonizingly, his teeth held onto my shoulder, and he savagely took me until I felt him tensing against my ass. I growled loudly as his knot grew until I thought it would tear me apart, but he was relentless, holding me down, knotting me without mercy. I whimpered, coming around his cock while it enlarged to seal the entrance of my womb.

  Braydon held me still, lapping against the wound he’d reopened. His hand released my hair while his mouth unclasped from my flesh. I fell over moaning as he chuckled behind me, stuck in my body while it clenched around him greedily, taking every ounce of come his cock released. His hands spread my ass cheeks, and I felt him thickening even more. He pulled against me, and I screamed as burning pain ripped through me.

  “No,” I whimpered as the realization of what he intended to do hit me. “You’ll break me. You will rip me apart, Braydon,” I warned through horrified eyes.

  “If I don’t withdraw from your cunt, I will breed you. He won’t stop until you’re pregnant. Release my cock from your greedy womb, woman,” he snapped through clenched teeth. He peered down at me, as if he’d known all along he’d have to do this. “I may not want you dead, Laura, but I sure as fuck am not putting my child into your womb yet.”

  “Then do it,” I whispered, spreading myself wide as he started to withdraw from my body. My head burrowed into the bed, and a blood-curdling scream escaped. I sobbed while he pulled against the bone within me that held him there, cradled against my womb. Tears burned my eyes as he worked to free his cock from where he’d knotted within me. He jerked, groaning as pain to free his cock hit both of us.

  “Your cunt is like a fucking piranha,” he groaned.

  I lay there, bound and unable to move while he yanked and pulled to free himself, and then pain turned to pleasure, changing into something else entirely as he once again began slamming into me. My eyes dried of the tears as everything within me fought against what he was trying to do. He didn’t want a child with me, but I couldn’t have children. I was barren, unable to create life because mine wasn’t natural.

  He came again and yanked roughly, forcing his cock out through the lubrication of his own orgasm. I sobbed as the agony burned, filling my body with an endless throb that wouldn’t stop. Trembling started, and my teeth chattered as if the temperature had dropped to freezing inside the room. It was wrong, all of it. Wetness released from my body while pain ripped me apart from within. His hands worked the belt that held my arms, and the moment he freed me, I turned, slapping him hard against his cheek.

  “I can’t have children, you fucking bastard,” I cried before my body released more fluid. I peered down at the blood that covered the bed and whimpered. Rolling into a ball, I sobbed. I would die here, I realized. His blind hatred of me, his unwillingness to stay within me had broken something that couldn’t be undone. “I hate you, mutt. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone!”

  Silence filled the room after my sudden outburst. I heard the rapid beat of his heart as my words settled on him. The door opened and closed, and I lay there in a pool of blood as violent tremors rushed through me. When it reopened, it was Moira who entered with Braydon on her heels.

  “What did you do to her now?” she demanded.

  “I mated with her, that was what you said had to be done, woman. It has to be this way.”

  “Braydon,
tell me you didn’t do what I think you did,” she hissed, and the sound of her hand meeting his face over and over filled the room. “You monster! Get out! How could you? She’s human; you were supposed to fuck her and knot her so that your wolf could prevent her from dying from the poison of its bite. Why would you take the knot out? It isn’t done because it can kill the female wolf, and her body is human still!”

  “I can’t chance her becoming pregnant, Moira. It’s too dangerous for her and the babe.”

  “No? You should have thought about that before you fucking gave her your bite. You chose her, you, Braydon. Your wolf only bites your mate. It was acting on instinct; what the fuck is your excuse? First, you bite her, and then you abandon her to be ravished by the poison alone. I sent them out to get you so you could save her. Not fucking knot her and then rip her apart. Get out!”

  “She is my mate!” he snapped.

  “She won’t be if she dies because you fucking murdered her! She won’t be anyone’s mate, now will she? Get out of this room and fetch the healers. She’s bleeding out while you argue with me,” she hissed violently as more hits sounded. Something cold was pressed between my legs as the darkness took me under, sparing me from the pain that continually rocked through me.

  “Thank you,” I whispered as everything went dark.

  Chapter 10

  I awoke to a hand pushing the hair away from my face. My eyes opened to find Hope with me, her eyes filled with tears as she looked me over. I turned, uncaring of my nudity as I sat up, wincing at the swollenness between my thighs and the cramps that assaulted my midsection.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered through cracked lips.

  “Are you?” she countered thickly as she hugged me. “They brought me in here last week, Laura. You’ve been sleeping for seven fucking days! Nothing they did would wake you, nothing. They brought in witches, and they couldn’t even sense you here, like you were somewhere else entirely. They said your soul was wrong, that it wasn’t even here anymore,” she sobbed against my shoulder. “I thought I lost you!”

  “I’m fine,” I assured her, grabbing the blanket to shield myself, only to find I was covered in an oversized shirt that smelled like the mutt. “Are you well? Are you being fed?” I asked hurriedly.

  “Yes, Moira is seeing to me and has made sure the men stay away. She’s rather sweet considering she’s my jailor,” she shrugged as I sat back, staring at her. “I have no magic.”

  “I know. Braydon made a deal with Thea. You, your mother, and I have no magic, which means no one is coming to save you yet. We’ve been hexed, is my guess. I think that was why Thea was at the ball, that and she wanted payback for the death of her child. I don’t know how far it extends, only that if I was going to go out as she did, I’d hex every witch who I could.”

  “Hexes have a loophole though, we just have to find it,” she said in a hushed tone.

  Footsteps sounded through the front of the house. Her violet eyes swung toward the door as Braydon entered it, dripping sweat from his face and naked chest. His gaze searched mine, his knuckles tightening on the ax he held taking a step toward us.

  “Do you intend to cut her up too, dog?” Hope sneered, standing as if she intended to defend me with her bare hands.

  “No,” he growled hoarsely, staring at me through wintery blue eyes.

  “Then get out. I believe Moira said she forbid you from hovering at Laura’s bed days ago.” She crossed her arms, giving him a glare that would melt the bones off a lesser man.

  “She’s my mate,” he challenged.

  “The fuck she is, mutt. She’s my aunt, and if she wanted you, she’d say so.” She turned, looking at me for direction.

  “I don’t want him,” I croaked out, turning to look for water to wet the dryness of my mouth. “Water?” I whispered. He refused to leave, and when he stepped closer, she hissed and opened her mouth to scream while his eyes narrowed on her stubbornness.

  “Moira!” Hope shouted toward the open door.

  Moira entered with a raised brow, moving her eyes between Hope and Braydon before they settled on me. “You’re alive?” she asked, clapping her hands to the wolf that stood guard. “I need the tonic from the fridge, now,” she instructed, and when he refused to budge from his position just outside my door, she turned to Braydon with a pointed look.

  “Get it now,” he growled. He backed up to the wall, dropping the ax against it, watching me. “You slept for an entire fucking week, witch.”

  “Pity it wasn’t forever,” I muttered hoarsely.

  A pitcher of something was brought in and handed to Moira, who moved to the bedside and poured a small glass full. I reached for it eagerly and ignored her warning to drink slowly. The moment it hit my stomach, I gagged, putting my hand against my mouth while I closed my eyes against the need to retch it up.

  “She needs a bath with the herbs I gathered, and since you refuse to allow her out of this hovel you call home, you must bring the basin in here so I can bathe her. Your other choice is to take her outside the barrier unless you wish to force the poor girl to wash in our drinking water again to be an asshole?” she asked.

  “Get the old tub into the main room,” he told the guard. “Bring me water, I will heat it by the fire for her myself,” he snapped, crossing his arms to stare at Moira as if he dared her to challenge his orders. When no one argued, he relaxed.

  “I need to check her,” Moira stated to the room. No one moved from their spot while she approached the bed. “I’m about to examine her vagina, so those of you who need not be here should wait outside.” No one moved. “Both of you, get out, and you too!” she shouted at the guard, shooing them out until we were alone. Her soft eyes turned to look at me with pity.

  “Why do you even care?” I asked, uncertain why she out of everyone here cared at all. Braydon was supposed to be her mate, and yet he’d bitten me. It connected our souls on a deeper level than she could ever hope to achieve, and yet she refused to let me die or be abused.

  “I don’t,” she lied.

  “You do, because if you didn’t, I’d be dead right now.”

  “Men who abuse women have a special place in hell, Laura. I should know more than most.” She pulled down the blankets and indicated with her hands that I should lay back.

  I hesitated before doing as she asked. “What happened?” I asked.

  “It’s personal,” she returned.

  “You’re about to have your face next to my vagina, therefore personal seems to be a moot point.” I placed my arms behind my head as she pushed my legs apart.

  “I was raped by my mate, bitten, and knotted. He hunted my pack and me slaughtering anyone he smelled on my flesh. My father was mortally wounded in the attack, and he called upon Braydon as alpha of this pack to defend us; the price was my hand in marriage. Braydon made the demand to unite the packs. Ours needed an alpha, his needed women. So my father agreed, and I did as well for the protection of my pack. Happy? You’re bruised badly, but you heal miraculously. Wish we could figure out how to take your DNA and mix it into other women.”

  “You apply an ancient curse that forbids you from dying, add a Viking mutt, and throw it in a petri dish, and watch chaos ensue.”

  “You loved him at one time, did you not? Or is it true that you helped curse him?” she asked.

  “I already told you that I did at one time. Does it make it easier to hate me by hearing it again? I loved him. I loved that fucking mutt so much that I didn’t think about the consequences until we were discovered. He’s on my soul, written in ink that cannot be erased. Do you still want to save me now?” I asked coldly, my eyes taking in the pain of hers.

  “And I thought I had issues,” she said, standing up to look down at me. “You are his true mate, Laura. I get it, and I understand it. If he chooses you, so be it. I have not fucked him, nor do I intend to while you are here. I wo
n’t be anyone’s second choice. He has vowed to protect my pack in either case, and that is all I have wanted from him. However, I will not let you kill him. If you so much as try, I will make you my personal bitch.”

  I smiled coldly. “I never want to kill him.” I stared up at her. “He goes mad the moment he falls in love with me. Better he hates me than love me, because it is the only thing preventing the curse from unraveling.”

  “Good, then we are agreed. You won’t kill him, and I won’t have to hunt you down and murder you.”

  “Not even close to agreeing. You think you’d fight me if I had my magic?” I asked carefully, watching as the color drained from her face. “You know you couldn’t,” I snorted. “Did you know that a cursed witch need only release her light magic to accept the darkness in its place? I am both light and dark, and can choose the darkness to retrieve my magic. If they harm Hope, I will not hesitate to accept that evil into my soul to make those who have hurt her pay for it. Me, I can handle the pain. I can handle being knotted and having it ripped from my cunt,” I hissed, knowing Braydon listened at the door. “There is nothing you can do if I reach for that ancient darkness, nothing. No magic, no weapon, nothing would be safe from me or what I would become. Keep that in mind, wolf, when you handle that girl. She has been sheltered and isn’t a part of this mess. Her parents are coming, and they will rip apart this bayou to find their child.”

  “I’m not threatening Hope, Laura.”

  “But Braydon is, and he can hear me. I’ll play whatever part he wants me to, but she is to be treated with care. She may be older than the lot of you, but she is a child in her world. I don’t make threats I won’t see through, nor do I ever give my word and fail. Thank you for being woman enough to care that I was hurt, but I can handle him. I’ve felt his abuse before, and I’m not afraid of it anymore. You see, I’ve come to expect it. I don’t need your protection, nor do I want your pity. I am a witch. I am a fucking Cheveron witch,” I said coldly with tears shining in my eyes. “I am no one’s bitch, Moira.”