The Hunter and The Hex

Chapter 3

》Rune 《

I heard the sharp click of wooden heels on the pavement and turned to get my first look at the hag I'd be killing later. My heart skipped a beat, my eyes starting at her dainty little feet hugged by black lacing ankle boots, they traveled up her stocking clad calves until they reached her bare thighs; Kevin had not lied. I felt myself hardening at the way her pale thighs parted as she walked. My eyes kept rising up taking in that creamy flesh until I reached a nearly indecent level before her flesh hid beneath the rhythmic sway of a black sundress.

I swallowed as my gaze swept over the nipped in curve of her waist then reached the small globes of her breasts pausing, watching the way her cleavage softly bounced with each step. Her throat was a pale column of elegance adorned by a handful of necklaces and a choker with a small padlock the sight of which made my c**k twitch as I imagined pinning her against a wall.

Her features finally came into view just as she arrived at the table, her heart-shaped face was accented by the thin spectacle shades and the wide brim sun hat she wore. Her lips were like two pink velvet cushions and her voice like silk as she sang an old Duran Duran song. I watched her lips move and my eyebrow arched as I looked back up to her eyes. The startling green color peeking out from over the frame of her specs.

Sam's commentary brought me partly out of my stupor. "Marinette is a strange little bird but you get used to it and then you fall in love with her." She said in her cheerful voice before all but tackling Marinette f*cking de la Barre in a tight friendly hug. The witch continued to stare at me with a banked heat that had me going from a moderately stiff to rock solid within a moment. Suddenly she shook her head like she was clearing her mind like an etchasketch and my brow furrowed watching her go from starstruck to guarded as she gave me a hint of a tight smile.

She turned to Sam and that silky voice flowed from those perfect lips "You're about to burn your buns, babe." Sam blinked at her several times then screamed out "oh my cinnamon buns!" Before she unceremoniously fled back into the Cafe. I turned to Marinette, studying her in curiosity as she in turn studied me. I watched as those piercing green eyes trailed over my face to my mouth and lingered, she unconsciously licked her lower lip before pulling it between her teeth. I swallowed with a deep ache in my balls as I watched the faint traces of a blush begin to form on her high cheekbones.

She lowered her eyes quickly, her dark lashes seemingly brushing her cheeks as she shyly averted her eyes and my need grew until my pants were becoming painfully tight. Her eyes widened behind her tinted lenses as she ran her gaze over my chest, all the color that had been blooming in her cheeks rapidly draining away. I blinked as her posture changed from deep interest and attraction to borderline panic.

She backed away and right into Sam who was walking out with a togo coffee and clamshell container the contents of which ended up splashed all over both women.

They both gasped and I couldn't decide who was more surprised, "oh Samara! I'm so sorry! Are you burned?" Marinette quickly tossed her clutch onto the table then grabbed the woman's pink tinted hand turning it over and back a deep concern etching her face. "It happens… well not to you normally but it happens to me at least twice a week. I have that special mix of cream you made me. I'll be good as new in an hour."

She gently pulled Marinette into a coffee soaked hug and then spun her and nudged her back in the direction she came. "Go home and change girl, it's not like you ever open at the same time." Marinette laughed and my heart leapt at the beautiful sound. "I did not ask to be called out like this." She groused then smiled and waved to her friend and my heart stopped at the sight of it before she hurried off in the way she had come from.

She glanced back at me, her features laced with concern, her eyes flickering down to my chest then she righted herself and her pace increased. I looked down at my chest, at the fenrir design just as the radio announcer came over the speakers "and here's an oldie but a goodie. Duran Duran Hungry like a wolf" my eyes went wide remembering the words that had just tumbled out of her mouth just a few minutes ago. I looked up just in time to see her turn a corner. I threw a $20 on to the table and placed my half-drunk cup on top of it then blinked at the sight of her purse still on the table. I picked it up and took off in the direction she had so hastily departed.

What the f**k are you doing Rune? she's a witch and by Odin how did a weasel like Kevin Anderson turn away a woman like that? I asked myself as I gave chase. I'm barely holding on and I know she's cloaked in magic. No one is that pretty, no one. Once I made the corner I immediately spotted her at the end of the street walking up the porch of a navy blue Victorian with grey and white trim. I slowed my pace as I came up to the yard gate and gaped at the lush landscaping, it was a unique blend of herbs, vegetables, fruits, flowers and even a small section off to the side for mushrooms.

My awe was sliced in two as my eyes drifted over belladonna and monkshood both worked into the more innocuous plants. I narrowed my eyes, noticing bit by bit other poison making plants laced into the garden. The yard was beautiful and deadly and as I continued my way to her front door, I reminded myself the garden was a reflection of its owner.