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  “I know you’re beautiful,” he says stepping closer cupping my cheek. “That of all the females in the world, you have the power to own me and bring me to my knees, that you can shatter me.” His lips are so close, his emotions so strong. I can not smell a single lie, just his natural scent that has me wrapped around his finger. “But despite all that. Despite knowing you can end me, I still find myself wanting to stake my claim, wanting to be with you forever,” he proclaims.

  “Forever is an awfully long time,” I whisper against his lips.

  “It’ll be worth it with you by my side.”

  “This is crazy,” I state, taking a step back. His declarations was scary. I’m just Amethyst, a regular dark witch. True I’m badass, but I have a whole storage unit of baggage to make me unappealing to any man, especially a man like Jinx. I’m not totally convinced what he’s feeling is real. I’m just an infatuation that he’ll soon get over.

  “You don’t believe me, do you?” He questions, reading me like a book.

  “I don’t know what to believe. Life hasn’t exactly given me reasons to easily trust people.”

  “Well, I’ll just have to prove that I’m different.” He looks serious, determined to prove me wrong, but still, I can’t fall into this. I can’t help feeling like I’m in a movie and the audience is screaming this is a trap. I’m sure by the end of this trip he’ll be back to his man whore ways, having had a little weekend fun. Maybe we can both use each other. I’m eighteen and a virgin, how pathetic is that? He’s more than over qualified to show me a good time, and by the end of this, I’ll have some awesome memories. I just have to not fall in love with him in the process, because no matter what he says, happiness like this will not last. Not in my world.

  I allow him to lead me to casino after casino. If I were ever in doubt about my Lady Luck powers, I’m definitely wasn’t now. I won everything I played from the slot machines to the blackjack table. I had the Midas touch, but in my case, I made Vegas chips. I also have one hell of a poker face. I lost count of how many grown men I sent crying from the poker table. I was already rich, but in the course of three hours, I was two hundred thousand richer.

  While in Vegas there was no such thing as being carded and with my new reputation of being a high roller drinks were served a plenty. I’ve never drank this much, and by the time we went back to our hotel room I was completely plastered. In fact, Jinx may have had to carry me back because I could not remember how to get my legs to work. My brain was complete mush, and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light, internally thanking Lady Luck that I’m not praying to the toilet Gods right now. The alcohol also must have me hallucinating too because when Jinx lays down next to me and pulls me against his warm body, I swear I hear him whisper I love you, soulmate. Yep, I’m officially hearing things.

  Chapter Six

  First Time

  I wake snuggled up to something warm and very comfortable. I crack an eye open and smooth skin fills my vision. When I open my other eye, a muscled chest with ripped abs joins the skin. The chest rise and fall and steady breathing threatens to lull me back to sleep. Looking up, the profile of a perfect angel has me jump starting my memory after a slow reboot. I was in Vegas in bed with a very naked Jinx if I go by the rest of his smooth skin that I can feel on my own body that was currently wrapped around him. Did we have sex? I was still in my bra and panties, but he’s...Yep, very naked, I observe as I look under the comforter covering us. His leg was in between mine and a very impressive dick sporting morning wood was pressed against my center. I didn’t feel different, and I wasn’t sore. I’m sure if that entered me for the first time, I would definitely be feeling it in the morning. I chance another peak just to clarify that it’s really that big when the sound of chuckling has me snapping my head up.

  “Did I pass inspection?” He asks in a sleep filled voice.

  Ignoring the comment I ask, “why are you naked?”

  “I always sleep in the nude. I was going to remove yours, but I didn’t know how you would feel about that in the morning.”

  That’s actually sweet. I kind of wish he would have at least removed my bra. Sleeping in one is pure hell. He pulls me back into his chest, and I wrap my arm around his trim waist like it’s natural. I hate how comfortable I am with him. It’s too fucking normal it hurts. I was getting too comfortable with him, which wasn’t good. This was just supposed to be fun for both of us. I’m not supposed to catch feelings.

  Flipping us, he hovers over my body and lays a siege on my lips. I moan in his mouth giving his tongue the opening it needs. His hard cock presses against my skin, and I can feel myself growing slick in between my thighs. I wanted him, but at the same time, I was scared that his large dick will hurt me. That can’t possibly fit, but all those thoughts fly out the window when his lips start a trail down the column of my neck leaving tender kisses in its wake. When his mouth gets to that tiny sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meets, he sucks hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand moves behind me and, with talented fingers, he unclasps my bra one handed. I shrug out the offensive material and as soon as my breast are uncovered his mouth descends on them. I arch my back when he takes my nipple in his mouth licking and sucking while his other hand pinches the other almost painfully. Shamefully I rub my body against his. He’s quickly sending me in a frenzy and I was getting lightheaded with how much I wanted him. Wanting him to stop teasing me and fuck me already.

  When his mouth moves from my nipples, I look down and watch him lick and kiss a trail down my belly just like he did with my neck. I’m so marveled by his back muscles, at every dip and ridge, the way they bunched and moved so when his warm mouth comes to my panty covered center I jump surprised. He laughs softly then hooks his fingers in my panties and moves them down my body.

  “Jinx,” I manage to get out as I press my thighs together which he manhandles apart as he inserts his head in between my thighs, bringing up the daydream from the jet. I don’t get to voice another objection when his mouth closes in on my pussy lips and he sticks his tongue inside. He’s talented as fuck and it doesn’t take long for me to become a whimpering mess.

  “So good,” he murmurs against my skin while he adds his fingers to join in with his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good, so damn sweet. My own personal ambrosia.” His tongue now fucking me with wild abandonment as his finger circled the hardened nub of my clit. I was making a mess, my slick juices all over his chin, but he didn’t seem to care as he lapped me up like a kitten and a bowl of milk.

  “Fuck,” I cry. “I‘m close.”

  My legs were shaking like crazy as he held me down with his strong arm. I didn’t know how much longer I’d last. Already I could feel the start of an epic orgasm barreling down on me. “Jinx, fuck, Jinx,” I cry out again before I scream my release as the most epic orgasm consumes me. I’ve made myself come before, but never anything like this. I’m still panting when he moves up my body and kisses me just as hard as he worked my pussy. I taste myself on his lips, and with his own unique flavor, it was quite a combination.

  “I have all these things planned for your birthday, but right now I’m finding it hard to leave this bed,” he says moving his lips back to my neck sucking even harder than the first time. With my fair skin, he’ll definitely leave behind marks, but I really don’t care right now. All I cared about was my dripping pussy that needed to be filled with his hard cock.

  “We can go out later,” I offer, pushing closer.

  His eyes meet mine, looking for what, I don’t know, permission? I don’t want to stop. I want him to be my first, right here, right now. Whatever he was looking for he must have found, because I hear him murmur a protection spell before lining himself with my needy cunt. The tingles from the spell excites me even more and my heart races as I anticipate what to expect. Keeping most of his weight on his forearms the head of his dick nudges my opening toeing the entrance.

  “Are you sure?” He asks, schooling his
face. He wants this badly but doesn’t want to pressure me. It’s all so fucking sweet it kills me. I know if I had any doubt he would stop, respecting my decision, but I don't have any doubts. I want this, him.

  “Yes,” I whisper before moving in and taking his lips on mine.

  With a growl, he pushes forward in one hard thrust, ripping the band-aid off and breaking my hymen. I scream in his mouth which he swallows up with kisses me. He must know I’m a virgin because he goes still while I adjust to him inside me. I’m not going to lie it hurts. The burning sensation making me feel like my vag is on fire, but soon that pain fades and I move a little. The sensations it causes is nothing like I have ever felt before. He moves with me slow at first, but soon his restraint snaps and he’s pounding into me. Fuck he feels so fucking good. His dick knows just where to go, where to hit. Like a detective, he finds the elusive g-spot and goes to town ramming it.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so good,” he groans moving even faster.

  Holding onto my hips he pulls me up on all fours all the while he’s still seated deep inside me. In this position I could feel him even deeper. When his fist wraps against my long hair and he pulls I cum hard screaming his name. Holy hex. I’m still cumming, gushing all over his dick. My orgasm must excite him because his thrusts become even wilder as he pounds in and out of me. He slaps my ass and I scream his name again.

  “That’s it, baby. Let everyone in this fucking hotel know just who I am.” His voice is rough and he sounds so fucking hot. Who knew I was into spanking? Truthfully I think I’m into anything which involves sex with Jinx.

  He slaps my ass again and it rings another orgasm right out of me. Right now my body is jelly. Jinx’s bruising grip on my hips is the only thing holding me up. I’ve had three earth shattering orgasms and he has yet to have one. Jinx is a stallion. A sex machine. I feel his palm press down on the center of my back lowering me down on the bed. With his body over me, he digs deeper inside so impossibly far. His other hand reaches around to my face and he plunges his finger in my mouth. I suck his finger pretending it was his dick and seconds later I feel him growing larger inside me. How can it possibly get any bigger? On that thought, he bites down hard on the back of my neck and we both cum together.

  “Fuck,” he groans rolling off me and onto his back. Both of us are covered in sweat, and I watch fascinated as his chest rapidly rises and falls. I heard horror stories about females first time, and I smile happily that wasn’t the case for me. Jinx dick was pure magic, already I couldn’t wait to go on another ride.

  The bed dips and I watch Jinx firm ass disappear in the bathroom. I blush when he returns with a wet tea towel in his hand. He cleans me gently and then throws the towel on the floor, but not before I see the smear of red on the pure white towel.

  “It’s normal,” he says sensing my embarrassment. “It was your first time, nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  His arms wrapped around me and I fall into their safety. I was intending to keep my distance, but it was too late now. Cleshay, I know. The virgin has fallen in love after her first good fuck. I should have known it couldn’t be a friends with benefits type of thing, only holding him at arm's length. The pull I have towards him would not let that happen. Even now the pull feels completed. A purple thread from my body wraps around his. I can feel him, hear his thoughts. We were now one. Jinx has a hold of me now and I pray he doesn’t throw me away.

  “Never,” he murmurs against my ear.

  “Does this always happen when supernaturals have sex? You know the feeling and reading each other’s thoughts?” I’m super confused about this. If that were the case, why would supes have sex? This was fucking daunting.

  “Only if they are soul bound mates.”

  “Wait! What?” I gasp, sitting up. The sheet that was around my body rolls down to my hips and it takes him a while to figure out I’m freaking out.

  “Soul mate, dove. That pull you feel. That’s the bond leading you to me. It’s the same with me as well.”

  “Wait, I thought soul bound mates were a myth. A story that’s told to keep supernaturals from having casual sex.”

  “It’s rare, but it’s no myth and you’re mine.”

  “What the hex? How long have you known this?” I ask suddenly upset.

  “Since the first time I saw you in the sixth grade.” His answer is honest, but it’s that honesty that pisses me off even more. He’s known since we first started going to the primary campus, and not once has he ever said anything. Sure I felt the pull, but I had no idea what was going on, but he did.

  “Look, I know you’re mad, I can feel it, but you have to understand that back then, I did not want a mate. My parents have all these plans for me, my life has and will never be my own. When I found out yet something else had control over me, I didn’t want to give in. I fought it with everything I had.”

  All the fucking around I realize. “Well, how fucking nice of you,” I snark drly.

  “I can’t say I’m proud. I hated myself every day, and each day I had to see you and it killed me to be so close but not touch. How others picked on you and I could do nothing to help you without revealing what I feel.”

  “So what changed? Why all of the sudden are you’re giving in?” I need to know if any of this is real if he really cares for me. If what I’m feeling is even real, or is this love I have for him some cosmic bullshit.

  “The pull is damn near impossible to run from, it’s even harder when you know what it is. I tried to run from you, but each day I fell harder and harder. My distractions didn’t work, and truthfully I was never happy when I was fucking them. I found it harder and harder to get off unless I pictured them with your face and body. I’m an ass and I don’t deserve you, I know. I lumped you and my parents in the same boat and I was wrong. I failed to see that you had as much control over this as I did, and when I finally did, I gave in. As soon as I did the need to have you was just too much. I love you Amethyst,” he admits, and my eyes widen. “I’ve never told anyone those three words, not even my parents.”

  I’m in shock. I never thought I would hear those words come out of Jinx’s mouth, especially not to me. This was supposed to be fun, uncomplicated, but freaking soul bound mates have made this pretty fucking complicated. What do we do now? He just said his parents ruled his life. They would never approve of me being with their son. I’m a witch without a coven. A nobody.

  “Baby, say something.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” I reply in a low voice. I’m confused, panicking, oh God, now what?

  “Come here, dove.” I don’t hesitate. I jump right in his arms. “We’ll figure it out,” he says, smoothing my hair on my head. I feel protected in his arms and I instantly calm my frantic thoughts. "Everything will be okay. I’ll never leave you and if I have to prove that to you or if you still don’t believe me, I’ll marry you right now.”

  “That’s crazy,” I chuckle in his shoulder not taking him seriously. Just because we’re in Vegas doesn’t mean we need to go all Britney Spears and get married.

  “And I’m crazy for you.” With those words he takes me softly and sweetly as I ride him on his lap. Each thrust practically shouting out how much he loves me. He fills me just right and we come together in a satisfied bliss.

  Chapter Seven

  Half breeds & Surprise Weddings

  After our nap we get dressed in the clothes Jinx had ordered from the high-end shops connected to the hotel. Jinx has expensive taste. I think about that the whole time I’m getting dressed in the lace lilac dress. It was as short as my black dress, the lace delicate, the back nonexistent. I was totally in love with it, especially the color. Jinx really did know me well. I almost orgasmed from the matching satin Louboutin ballet slippers. I was shaking the curls in my hair so my hair can fall into soft waves when he comes into the bathroom and wraps his arms around me.

  “Are you ready?” He murmurs against my neck.

  “Almost
," I answer as I take a portion of my hair on the top and twist it holding it in place with bobby pins. My hair was getting super long and soon I’ll have to cut it. I’ve been holding off because my mother had long hair and I wanted to keep something that reminded me of her. I know that’s stupid since I never met her, but she is my mother after all.

  When I’m done, I grab my purse and let him drag me all over Vegas. It’s like he was trying to cram everything into one day which makes sense. After we wake up Sunday morning we’ll be leaving. I didn’t want to go back. Here we were in our own bubble where no one knows me and my family’s past. You would think my parents broke some nefarious laws by falling in love and having me.

  Since our last conversation where he mentioned his parents I didn’t ask him about his own situation. He’s half a witch too, with one of his parents being another species. I don’t know how intermingling between the supers goes, but I know it’s frowned upon. More so than with what my parents did. I wonder how he managed to escape that stain while I was drowning in mine.

  “What are you thinking?” He asks while we’re seated for dinner. The server had just set down a huge red lobster in front of me and I almost missed his question as I navigated where I was going to start on this bad boy.

  “Huh,” I snap myself out my food trance.

  “I asked what you were thinking,” he repeats chuckling.

  “Oh, it doesn’t matter,” I wave it off.

  Reaching over he grabs my hand and rubs tiny circles over the top of it. “Everything concerning you matters, dove.”

  Ahh, I melted. I’m a puddle of purple hex witch. Why is he so fucking sweet?

  “I was thinking about your parents. I know like me you’re a half,” I admit and immediately look down. No one likes their weakness pointed out, myself included.