Hex Gone Wild (BBW Werewolf Erotica) (Smut-Shorties Book 4)

SMUT SHORTIES

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR

MILLY TAIDEN

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Hex Gone Wild

Smut Shorties

Copyright © 2014 by Milly Taiden

Cover by Mina Carter

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Property of Milly Taiden October 2014 

ONE

“Alright, Dalia Azul. You can do this.”

Talking to herself while doing something as important as creating a lust spell was not her normal, but what the hell. She had a bit of trouble the past few times she’d attempted it and instead of calling her mother, Lucila, or one of her sisters, she’d decided to figure it out on her own.

Her cell phone rang just as she was about to do the second part of her spell. She slapped a hand over her forehead and growled. This was why she never got things right. Someone always interrupted her.

“Hello?” She tried to keep the bite out of her voice but it was hard. This was her hundredth time trying this spell why wasn’t it working?

“Darling, how are you?” Her Godmother, Cleopatra asked.

Unlike Lucila, Cleo always made a point to be helpful to her goddaughters. Having identical triplet witches as godchildren had to have made her life more difficult than she ever imagined. Someone always needed help. With Lucila off being part of the elder council, she was busy and never around.

“I’m good,” she sighed. How did her godmother always know when to call her?

“I heard there’s a report out for men to be careful coming near you?”

Dalia inhaled sharply. It was all that stupid shifter’s fault. Jared Price. For some reason, her wayward spells had a tendency of hitting his house in the woods. She couldn’t figure out why every time she tried something he ended up being affected.

The last thing she wanted was to hit him with a lust spell.

“Nobody needs to be careful,” she sniffed. Stupid sexy shifter. “If he hadn’t come here all angry and growly, we could have discussed things like grown adults. But that man and his snarling pushed me to my limit.”

She gave up the spell when Cleo materialize in her living room. She smiled at the mini dress her Godmother had on. Obviously she was going out hunting for a man. Cleo never dressed like that unless she was in search of a lover.

Cleo smiled and winked. “He was hot, huh?”

Dalia’s shoulders drooped. “You have no idea. The body on him was unreal. He showed up here naked. Naked. And he yelled at me while naked.”

She’d been unable to stop fantasizing with Jared’s intense steely gray eyes. Or the square jaw he clenched while telling her to learn to control her magic.

“Naked, huh?” Cleo sighed. “I’d have paid to see that.”

“I almost paid him to stay,” she admitted.

Her mother liked to tell her not to play with wild animals. Shifters were as wild as one got.

Cleo hugged her to her side and leaned her head close, conspiratorially. “Are you purposely messing up so he can come back?”

Goddess no! No...No? She couldn’t be that stupid. Okay, yes she could. “I hate to tell you this but I’m not that good with this spell. Why is it I keep trying to make a lust spell and shit happens to
him
?”

“Are you mentally summoning him while you do it?”

No... Was she?

Seeing Jared Price naked had been the highlight of her year. The shifter didn’t socialize. He spent his days in the woods, surrounded by others like him. But from the first moment she’d seen him during a walk to get some herbs in her private patch of land, he’d never strayed far from her thoughts.

Crap. “I’ll stop it. I’m not going to send a lust spell on a sex crazed shifter.”

Cleo raised her brows, amused. “And how would you know he’s sex crazed?”

She cleared her throat. “I’ve heard things.”

Shit, she’d heard some stuff that would make her give up her savings for a night with Jared.

Things like how fucking amazing he was in bed. How many of the women in his pack made a line to be chosen as his next bed mate.

“Ah, child.” Cleo pulled away from Dalia and gazed out of her window into the woods where the shifters lived. “Sounds to me like you want to find out for yourself if the hearsay is true.”

Stupid shifter and his hot as hell eyes. She did want to know if he was as good in bed as the women said. The last time he’d shown up to her house naked, he’d growled that if she didn’t learn to do her spells correctly, he’d happily give her some lessons. Him. Like he could teach a hundred year old witch born from the elements how to do her craft.

“He’s too handsome for his own good.”

Cleo shook her head and grinned. “Bastard.”

Damn straight!

“I have to go, but maybe try focusing your energy on a spell that will get you some results,” Cleo winked. “No sense in you being so sexually frustrated.”

“Cleo!”

“It’s true. You haven’t gotten properly bedded in years. I can tell by that snarky attitude of yours. When you’re relaxed you could give a flying frog what’s going on in the world.”

She folded her arms over her chest and shook her head. “I don’t think so but thanks. From what I heard Jared likes his women to be tiny, blonde and quiet.”

Cleo frowned. “Well that’s no fun.”

She hugged her godmother and waved as Cleo disappeared. “Have fun!”

“I plan to. You should too! Get laid by the growly wolf.”

Only in her dreams. Once Cleo had gone, she went to shower and change into a black night gown and left her house.

TWO

Maybe her problem was that she was inside, cooped up. The woods, nature would be better and might allow her to connect with her spell with more direction and strength.

Carrying her book, she entered the forest and walked to the area she’d been assigned by the council to call on the elements. Her connection with the earth ran deep. It should help with her spell.

She placed her book on a broken tree trunk and opened it to the designated page.

A red candle appeared next to her book. Normally one needed a photo of the person the spell was for, but she was just trying it out, so this wasn’t really a full version of what would be later on.

She drew a circle and glanced up at the sky, ready to begin.

Venus, Mighty one of Lust!

I call upon you with your trust

To bring this person to me now

The image of Jared’s eyes flashed through her mind.

Not now! Not Jared Price.

Your fragile trust is your vow!

Please come to me

Fulfill my desire successfully

I beg of you to come to me

As I will, so mote it be.

Goosebumps broke over her skin. A burst of wind curled around her in a protective cocoon before it died down to a soft breeze.

Nothing happened. She might need professional help. She hated to think what the council would say about her inability to perform a simple lust spell. At least she wasn’t dumb enough to drink while trying to do this. Only goddess knew where that would take her.

The moon shone bright in the night sky. She stood there for a few moments, staring into the river and wondering what she’d do.

Then it came. A loud growl broke through the night. She whirled around, searching for him. And it was him. She knew the sound of his anger quite well by now.

Uh-oh.

She took a quick step back, her ass hitting the edge of the trunk she placed her spell book on. Then she saw him. Tall, broad-shouldered and naked. Sporting an erection that made her gasp.

Jared Price stared at his prey with intense satisfaction. She was on his turf. His woods. And she’d summoned him again. The scent of her arousal drifted through the air like a sexy calling.

“What—” She glanced over her shoulder and then back at him. “What are you doing here?”

She might deny it, but he knew she’d summoned him. He’d heard her soft voice in his head as she said her spell. Though her words had no effect on him, no spell did, knowing she’d wanted him near sent his animal to a frenzy.

“You called me.”

She visibly gulped, her gaze roaming down the length of his body. The heat in her eyes turned his erection even harder.

“I’m sorry, Jared.”

He stopped at the sound of his name. She’d called him mutt, shifter and asshole in the past, but hearing her say his name had an unexpected effect on him. He liked it.

He marched to where she stood, closing the distance between him and her, across the wide open forest. “Why are you sorry, darlin’?”

She bit her lip and his raging hard-on grew worse. “I didn’t mean to.”

He was a few yards away now. “Yes, you did.”

She shook her head, her long dark hair swinging around her arms. “I didn’t. I was trying again to create a spell.”

“But you called me, Dalia. I heard you say my name.”

Her eyes widened and her shoulders slumped. “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.”

He stopped a few feet away from her. He knew she wanted him, could smell her need for him. “If you want me to go, I will. But be sure that the next time you even hint at wanting me near, I won’t offer up that option.”

She licked her lips and swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

He nodded, ready to turn away from the woman he’d wanted for months. Since the first moment he’d caught her walking around his property, she’d been in his thoughts. He’d known she was one of the elemental witches, but he didn’t give a shit. He wanted her anyway. No matter how wrong it was that his shifter blood wasn’t meant to be mixed with her high birth, he didn’t care. He wanted Dalia and when she stopped fighting her attraction for him, he’d have her.

The short black gown she wore caressed her curves like a second skin. He wanted to walk over and peel the material off her. To see her voluptuous body under the moon light and take her right there, by the river. Instead, he took another look at her beautiful face and turned on his heel, ignoring the animal tugging at the skin. Ignoring every instinct that told him to stay. To mate. To take.

THREE

Dalia watched Jared walk away. The further he went, the more her heart sunk. He’d been so close to her. And he’d decided not to call her naughty witch. He’d said her name and goddess it’d sounded so good.

“Dammit!” She grumbled turning back to her book of spells. “Why did I have to want him?”

“It’s not something you can fight,” he said from behind her.

She turned around in a rush and slapped a hand to her chest. “Frickin’ hell! I thought you left!”

He smiled, a sly predatory grin that made her all kinds of nervous. “I almost did, but then I sensed you wanted me to stay. I was right. You do want me.”

She gulped, watching him come closer. “I—” Oh, for crying out loud. She needed to take a page out of her sister’s book and be bold for once in her life. “Fine. I do. I want you. We both know this isn’t going to—”

He rushed forward, cupped her face in his hands and brought his head down, meshing their lips together. Her argument was dead the moment he touched her. He kissed with bold, sensual strokes of his tongue. His firm lips brushed over hers, kissing and sucking on her lips like she were a tasty piece of fruit.

Forget not touching him. She gave that notion up and curled her hands around his waist, sighing into the kiss. His hot, muscled flesh felt amazing to the touch. The kiss turned rougher, darker. He nipped at her mouth, working his way down to her throat.

She could no longer ignore the desire she felt for him. She’d never wanted another man like this. With a primitive need that scared her.

His hands went around her waist and he picked her up and sat her on the massive tree trunk she’d been working on.  The old trunk was easily the width of a dining room table.

Goddess. She’d dreamt of him touching her like this, his hands roaming down her body, caressing her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world.

She leaned into his kisses. Air pounded hard in her chest. She opened her heavy lids and watched his golden eyes flare bright with arousal.

“Your body has been calling me,” he muttered, kissing his way down her throat. She watched in amazement as his hand changed. Fingers turned to claws and he gripped the material of her dress, slicing down tearing the gown to bits. “I want you naked.”