Chapter 17. Lex
Lochran’s hands looped under my armpits. Before I had a chance to register what had happened, he’d lifted me through the air and set me on the sofa. The sight of him towering over me, his muscles bulging and his cock still stiff, glistening in a mixture of my saliva and his cum, had a fresh wave of juices drench me.
Lochran’s nostrils flared as he drank in my desire.
I was so ready for this.
Without him asking, I teased my clothes off. His dick bobbed at the sight of me laid bare before him, offering myself as his own personal feast.
Lochran kneeled in front of me, spreading my legs. He was so tall he still managed to capture my lips with his despite kneeling on the ground. His kiss was soft this time, his tongue only lightly flicking over mine before he pulled back to kiss my jawline, followed by the length of my neck.
He moved lower down, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He grasped it between his teeth before flicking his tongue over it in a silent promise.
“Lochran,” I groaned as he released my breast from his mouth.
“I’m going to spend an entire night worshipping your nipples,” he said, his voice raspy. “But I promised to show you just how greedy an incubus you’ve mated with.” He leaned back. “Now spread your legs for me.”
I did, and he chuckled. “Oh, Lex. I’m going to need you wider than that.” Shadows pooled around him. I was so distracted by the iridescent scales of his wings and the odd lightning strike mottling of the membranous skin that I didn’t notice his tail until it had coiled around my knee. It felt as soft as velvet, the tip pointed and swaying. His tail pulled at my knee gently, while his hand pushed at the other until I was spread wide for him.
My pussy clenched as he studied me, as if debating where to start.
“Bottom to top, I think.” A split second later, his head was between my thighs, his tongue inhumanly long as it glided over my ass, flicking teasingly at the ring of muscles, before sliding through my folds. Lochran groaned at the first taste of my wetness, his deep rumble rippling through me to my very core. His tongue finally dragged slowly over my swollen clit, and— fuck —if this was what he could reduce me to with a single lick...
Lochran lifted his head from between my legs, his eyes closed as he savored the taste of me. “I will never get enough of this, Lex.” His voice was almost a growl, and when he finally opened his eyes, they were glazed over with lust .
As if to prove his point, he dipped his head once more, sucking my clit into his mouth. I arched into him, a cry escaping my lips as he sucked deeper, the tip of his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub.
More... I need more...
My fingers grasped around his hand that was pushing my legs apart, the need to feel some part of him inside me almost overwhelming. I felt his lips pull into a smile against me, but his hand didn’t move. I could have cried when he pulled his tongue from my clit, but it quickly slid through my aching folds, lapping at the fresh wave of wetness.
“So wet, my mate,” he growled. “Greedy to be filled, but I only have one tongue.”
The tip of his tongue pushed into my entrance. An indistinguishable sound escaped me as heat surged through my body. Lochran pushed in deeper, his inhuman tongue prodding, exploring, pressing on nerve endings I didn’t know existed.
Something glided against my leg, and I only just saw the tip of his tail, the head now thick and blunt, dip between my legs. The moment it flicked over my clit, my body jerked, pushing my pussy onto Lochran’s tongue and driving him deeper inside me.
Lochran’s wings flexed with glee before tucking tight to his back.
His hand left my knee, tracing slowly down the inside of my thigh as his tongue pulsed rhythmically inside me, hitting the depths of my channel and folding in on itself. Each flick of his tail worked in tandem with his tongue, and surely there could be no greater pleasure on earth than this?
I’d been a fool not to summon my mate on that first Samhain! I’d endured nine years of terrible sex when all this was just one summoning away?
But there was a greater pleasure yet to be had. Lochran’s finger was feather light as it traced along the curve of my ass. He swirled it in my slickness before flicking it over my puckered hole. I’d never done anal before—never trusted a partner with something so invasive before—but I trusted my mate. He would know just how far to go, how to wring every last drop of pleasure out of me.
A second later, after hearing no complaint from me, he pushed his finger slowly past the tight ring of muscle.
This. This right here is heaven.
A familiar tingle pulsed through me with every inch he pushed his finger inside, and just as his tongue had folded in on itself enough to caress my G-spot, his finger curled inside me.
My orgasm crashed through me, bringing me to the point of almost passing out. It was as if my brain fizzed in unadulterated euphoria, Lochran’s touch like a drug.
My body convulsed as my greedy, greedy mate curled, licked, and flicked once more at all of my sensitive bits, dragging a second orgasm from me, turning my mind to utter mush. I barely registered Lochran removing his finger and tongue from me, and only started to come down when he’d dressed me again, picked me up, and carried me up the stairs.
He made to set me down outside my room, but I clung to him tightly. “Can I sleep in your bed?” I asked, the need to be pressed up against him overwhelming .
Lochran didn’t have to be asked twice. Nor, it seemed, did the house. The door to his room swung open eagerly. The air was no longer the icebox the house had subjected Lochran to in a bid to push us together. Instead, the room was pleasantly warm, the smell of lavender and cinnamon heady in the air. Lochran set me gently on the bed before climbing in beside me. His thick arm pulled me into his chest, his body fitting perfectly against my back and the contours of my legs. A second later, a heavy wing settled over me, its warmth seeping into my bones and warming me to my core.
Sleepily, I traced a finger over the soft scales. Like stars falling from the sky, they bled seamlessly into the thick, membranous skin, the texture from glass-like ridges to velvet almost imperceptible. I remembered the odd markings on his wings. I’d seen shadow wings of all shapes and sizes, but never ones so uniquely beautiful as Lochran’s. “I’ve never seen wings with markings like yours.”
Lochran shuffled beside me. “No, you probably wouldn’t have.”
Well, that sounded ominous.
After a moment, he said, “I’ll tell you, but only if you let me off the pants-pooping story.”
I chuckled. “I wanted an embarrassing story in exchange for that one.”
“It is embarrassing,” he countered.
“Hm. Okay, I’ll take it.”
Lochran let out a breath. “Well, you know we’re born from the shadows fully formed?”
“Uh huh. Potty-trained and everything, as I recall.”
“Yes. Well, while we might be physically fully formed, and able to talk and not shit our pants... that’s about it. I was born essentially as a big man baby, innocent to the ways of the world. We spend the first decade of our life exclusively in the shadow realm being lectured by the older demons on the dangers of the mortal world, which we mostly ignored, because, y’know”—he shrugged—“we were young and stupid and thought we knew better.”
“Wait... if you didn’t leave the shadow realm, then how did you feed?”
“We didn’t need to. That urge didn’t kick in until we matured, which for me was when I was about sixteen years old.”
“Oh,” was all I could say. The first time I’d had sex was when I was sixteen, when my succubus side first reared its head. I guessed it made sense that a full-blooded incubus would also need time to mature, despite what their body looked like.
“From the age of ten, we were let loose on the world to explore.”
I cocked an eyebrow. Ten years old didn’t seem old enough to be allowed to explore on your own. “How did that go?”
“Not very well,” Lochran said with a chuckle. “I banded together with the demons that were born from the shadows at the same time as me. There were about fifteen of us, but my closest friends were Devlin, Ambrose, and Blaise.”
I racked my brain trying to think of which witches my age had mates. I didn’t recognize the names, so none of his friends had mated with the witches from our coven yet. And, aside from myself, the only witches my age that hadn’t mated were Caitlyn and, presumably, her cousin, who was in mortal prison .
“It’s a good thing that we are almost indestructible. Devlin once got run over by a car three times in one day.”
My finger automatically reached out to trace the scar down his scalp. Lochran let out a shudder as my finger softly glided down his neck and over the thick muscle of his wing. When it reached a solid band of scarring, I let out a little breath of air. He must have been severely hurt for his scalp and crooked wing to have scarred.
“All sex demon’s shadows settle differently on them, and they’re mostly just for show. I can only fly short distances with my wings, but one day in my youth I decided to put them to the test. It’s obvious now, but at the time, I didn’t know that flying in a storm probably wasn’t the best idea.”
“You flew in a storm?” I gasped.
Lochran nodded his head.
“Stupid, I know. But I was a bit reckless back then. When the lightning bolt hit me, I plummeted to the earth. I just remember excruciating pain... and then nothing. I probably would have died if it wasn’t for Devlin, Ambrose, and Blaise. They brought me immediately back to the shadow realm, and some of the older demons helped set my bones. I didn’t wake up for a week, and even then, it was months before I was well enough to leave the shadow realm again. The lightning strike is what caused the mottling pattern on my wings.” He sucked in a breath. “I know my scars and my wings aren’t the prettiest—”
“You’re perfect, just the way you are.”