Chapter Thirty-four
~Jessie~
I really am just a simple man. My hot succubus girlfriend physically beating men with a tire iron or verbally doing it?
Hot. There was no doubt about it, seeing her bite their heads off metaphorically was what sent him over the edge.
Normally he’d stash that little image away till a more appropriate time to be horny for her—like when they weren’t on the hunt for Nik or The Executive.
However, knots don’t take reservations, and they don’t care about priorities.
His chest was on fire, and his cock was so hard it made him dizzy.
It was surprising they made it out of the elevator without giving the VIP booths a show.
Katarina somehow fed from him on the way up, cooling him down enough to make it behind the velvet curtain of their ‘room’.
Which was just a massive circular booth with plush seating, a table for drinks that was bolted to the floor for other activities, and a wall to each side to give them a sense of privacy.
Jessie hoisted Katarina up onto the table like a full-course meal and ripped the silky panties off her hips like a napkin he would tuck in his shirt.
Instead, he tucked them into his pocket.
While it wasn’t condoned to fuck on the VIP level…
the low echoes of moans and slapping skin that bounced off the walls on that floor told him it wasn’t enforced.
There weren’t any guards on that level either, meaning it gave him plenty of time to knot Katarina and get away with it too.
Dropping onto the cushion, he threw her ankles over his shoulders till her heels clicked against the back of the booth.
He kissed up one leg from her knee to her nest of curls, lapping up every dew drop collected there, then kissed back down.
His girl bucked her hips when he nipped the sensitive skin beside her knee.
Then back up her thigh till she grabbed him by the horns and forced his torture to stay at her cunt.
Jessie drove his tongue through her curls and felt her body drop against the table.
While his knot was pressed hard against his pants, there was no amount of pressure in the world to stop him from enjoying his pre-knot snack.
Flicking the tip of his tongue across her clit, fisting her dress by the hips, and groaning into her cunt, he was blissfully floating in oblivion.
When it wasn’t enough, he switched to thrusting his tongue deep into her, drinking up every delicious drop.
Her thighs clamped around his ears and made it hard to hear her panting for air until he shifted to get a better angle.
And by better angle, he simply needed to be able to drive himself deeper, using his thumbs to hold her open till she was rocking too hard against him to hold onto.
After that, he let her hips guide him where she wanted him.
Between her grinding and his rhythm, Katarina hit her peak.
Her yelp of delight cut out as she dropped his horns to cover her mouth. He snickered.
Jessie cleaned up while she shivered against the table.
He wanted to make sure he’d done his best to stretch her, but mostly he was greedy.
There was something so pleasing to his ego to taste a lover coating his tongue, knowing he did that to them plus seeing them drained of all their bones?
It was probably what gave him too big of a head.
One day, that big head of his would get him in trouble…
but that day wasn’t today. Not as he climbed to his hooves, hooking her heels into his belt loop, and pushed her knees apart.
His girl was deliciously red in the cheeks with glassy eyes.
The perfect conditions for taking a knot.
Pressing into her was spine-tinglingly, tail-whippingly, soul-snatchingly good.
Warm, wet, clenching all around him, he moaned immediately.
Hands flat to the table, it took all his strength to keep from plowing forward.
Her body gave him inch after inch until he was fully seated.
By the time his knot pressed up against her curls, he was pretty sure he’d died and gone to the great beyond.
A divine place where his knot wasn’t demanding him about, where he fucked Katarina on a casino booth table because they’re both horny bastards who can’t keep their hands off each other.
Who’s to say we won’t do this again? Huh?
When my heat has passed and The Executive isn’t a problem?
Jessie made a promise to himself that night, thrusting into her hard and deep, that he’d test that theory.
He’d schedule another time to come to casino, wine and dine his girlfriend, show her off like the perfect woman she was, then end up right here in VIP with his cock shoved as deep inside her as he could get…
and testing to see if those bolts in the bottom of the table were truly done well.
Maybe next time, Nik will be the voice of reason? Maybe we’ll take turns eating her out like gentlemen? Or maybe he’ll be too fucking needy to give a shit?
All Jessie knew was he wanted to do this again. Do it right. With both the people he loved.
Jessie’s knot popped into place, and it stole the breath from both Katarina and him.
They froze, bodies tense and mouths hung ajar.
He gulped down air that he couldn’t keep in his lungs.
Slowly, as his cock shuddered, and ropes of his cum spilled into her, he was able to finally open his eyes.
He found Katarina spread out beneath him, smiling up at him.
A perfect curl of her plump lips that tempted him forward.
He didn’t want to squish her but he couldn’t help it as he stole a kiss from her.
“Atta girl, look at you, all glowing and blushing at the same time,” he teased, pulling away an inch to better see her face. Those ruby eyes of hers were soft, studying his face. Jessie murmured against her lips, “I love you, Katarina, you know that right?”
“I had a feeling,” she whispered, threading her fingers through his mop of hair behind his horns.
“It’s come to my attention I can be rather oblivious about things like that, so I wanted to be clear.
I love you, baby girl, and I’ll never let anything hurt you ever again.
That is, unless you ask for it really, really, nicely.
” He wiggled his brows at her suggestively. Katarina snorted, swatting at him.
“Okay! First off, I never beg. And secondly…” she trailed off for a moment as she tugged him in for another kiss.
It lingered for a long time, as if she wasn’t ready for him to pull back.
When she did let him go, she continued with a sigh.
“I love you too. I don’t need a knight in shining armor, Jessie.
You don’t have to be my shield. Just be mine, alright?
If I’ve got you in my corner, that’s all I need. I’ll figure out the rest.”
Jessie grinned, finally standing up straight, watching as his knot softened gradually. “I’ll always be in your corner.”
It took him a minute to finally soften enough to slip out, then another minute to catch his breath as he tucked himself away into his pants.
The world was still spinning a little fast from the rapid fuck to orgasm, the high from release was a sharp, cruel drop off.
After mentally telling himself he could do it, he managed to stumble out of the booth.
Unlike him, however, Katarina was already up on her heels with a back up pair of panties in place and fixing her hair.
Unfuckingfair. She winked at him saucily before sauntering back toward the elevators.
Even in his winded state, he couldn’t help but ogle her backside.
It was incredibly sexy to see her hips sway with a prideful swagger. What can I say? I’m a simple man.
As he reached the elevator, Katarina checking on her lipstick with a compact—from where she pulled it, he didn’t know, as she’d checked in her bag at the front desk like a coat—he got a text.
[Text Message]
Nik
I be home in the morning. Do not follow.
Jessie furrowed his brow, showing Katarina the text message. Before she could ask anything, another text message arrived immediately after.
[Text Message]
Nik
I love you.
“Well that’s ominous as fuck,” Jessie murmured, thumbs flying over his screen. Another message arrived before he could hit send.
[Text Message]
Nik
DO NOT FUCKING FOLLOW ME! EDWIN JESSIE BONESAW! OR SO FUCKING HELP ME! I’ll see you in the morning. I’m working.
Jessie scowled, hitting send.
[Text Message]
Jessie
Fine, asshole. Love you too. Night.
He got a winky emoji back which was more infuriating. When Jessie tucked his phone away, Katarina was on the verge of laughing. Her shoulders were trembling. Jessie grumbled, “He used my government name too.”
“It’s how you know he means business.” She grinned up at him, the silver doors whooshing open.
They stepped out, the scene of the casino completely changed.
No more the overbearing presence of the lawyers, it was once again a playful, twinkling area full of jingling sounds and people.
Katarina looped her arm through his. “You think Nik’s okay? ”
“Nik’s fine,” he lied…but not because he didn’t want to worry her.
He lied because he wanted it to be true.
So, if he kept saying it like it was a fact, it was bound to be true, right?
He flashed her a smile. “He’s likely just not wanting to be slowed down by me and my knot.
Looks like you’re on heat duty all night, baby girl. ”
“Oh no,” she laughed, putting the back of her hand to her forehead in a faux faint. “Whatever will I do having my boyfriend knot and breed me all night? What’s a girl to do.”
Jessie snorted, shaking his head. “Mmm, keep it up, and you’ll regret mocking me. That pussy’s going to be sore, even for a succubus.”
“You promise?” she tossed back with a wink.