Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
As soon as I step through the portal, my cock hardens.
Lillien is a vision on the couch, queen and ruin both.
She lounges with the practiced ease of someone who knows how to take worship, thighs parted, a woman kneeling between them.
Her head tilts back, lips parting on a breath that sounds like surrender.
Her body curls and unfolds under the other woman’s mouth, each shudder a private ruin I have the best seat to watch.
I want her. I want her like breath. I want her so badly, I almost come in my fucking pants.
“Deimos!” she calls, voice ragged with pleasure.
She grins through the haze of her high, body trembling in a way that makes me want to touch every bright place on her. She comes apart so deliciously—as if she was carved out of need and made to be worshiped. Because she was.
I barely notice Cassiel at my side as I toss the folder at him and peel off my jacket.
The blonde between Lillien’s legs lifts her head, eyes widening at my entrance.
There’s reverence there, the kind that comes when the room changes temperature and the air smells of power.
A beat of nervousness; then she meets my gaze.
“I don’t recall her telling you to stop,” I say, and my voice is an edge. The helpless pause in her eyes says she understands.
I take a step forward, close enough to touch the halo of heat between them. I grip the back of her head and push her face back between Lillien’s legs so she gets the fucking hint.
Lillien sighs, settling deeper into the couch. Her fingers thread slackly through the other woman’s hair. When her eyes find mine the look is wicked and intimate and entirely hers.
“Can’t behave yourself, can you, Lustling?” I murmur, fingers finding her chin, tilting her face up so I can read her like a line of scripture.
She smirks, all sin and mischief. “I got bored of Bastion.”
“Hey!” Bastion’s roar cuts through the room as he launches to his feet.
Lillien laughs, that careless sound that wraps itself around my restraint and squeezes. She gestures at the woman, still clinging to the aftershocks. “Fuck her, Bastion. Make her come on that fat cock of yours and let me feed from her.”
Bastion grins, positioning himself behind the woman. His hands clamp around her hips, and when he thrusts into her, she cries out—pleasure and pain tangled into one sharp sound. Lillien keeps her in place, fingers a firm anchor at the back of her head, harvesting every tremor.
I groan low in my throat, my hand sliding over my cock. “Filthy little thing,” I breathe.
“And you love it,” she answers, grin widening.
I don’t waste words. I crash my mouth to hers, hard and claiming. She moans into me, and her hand slides between us to wrap around my cock like she was fucking born to hold it.
When I break the kiss I glance at Cassiel. He stands by the doorway, folder clutched like armor, jaw tight. His eyes stay on Lillien, bright and boxed with wanting. He has not moved. He has not stepped into our world.
Lillien notices. “Are you going to play with us, Cass?” she asks, soft and teasing, head cocked, lips swollen from my mouth.
Cassiel stiffens as if she has asked him to kneel before the impossible. “I— I…” He swallows; the folder cracks in his hands. Then, with a traitorous set to his shoulders, he turns and walks out.
The look Lillien gives the threshold is small and sharp; disappointment flares across her face and then she smooths it into something else. I feel that sting ripple through her, the private throb of being refused, and I do the only thing that severs it.
“Open up,” I order as I tilt her head back and slide my cock between her lips.
Her mouth answers immediately, warm and obedient, tongue teasing the underside in a slow, exquisite worship that sends a hot, familiar fizz through me.
I thrust deeper into the ease of it and the bond between us hums tighter.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. “I missed your mouth, Lustling.”
She meets me with her eyes blazing up at me through the haze and I do not want her to look away. “Only my mouth?” she mouths around me.
I shake my head, amused and raw. “Not only, sweetheart.”
It is not a lie. I missed every angle of her—how she fires me up, how she dares me, how she will gladly ruin me while asking me to worship her at the same time.
Twenty-four hours away was an impossible exile; I have not fed since.
So, I let her enjoy whatever flavor she wants tonight, play her games and then pay the toll.
She wraps herself around me and the room reduces to skin and breath. The woman under her cries out—Bastion bending her back to take what he wants, voice low and rough as he drives. Lillien gasps around me and the surge of her pleasure winds through me; her power is a tide that bulks in my bones.
Her throat opens for my cock, letting me thrust deeper, burying my entire length into her mouth with a groan. She doesn’t take her eyes off me, and I don’t want her to.
Then she pulls on the bond.
It is a sharp, cruel tug—intentional and delicious.
Succubus power wielded like a blade at my throat.
Pleasure detonates in me as if someone struck a match against my spine.
I curse, fingers tangling in her hair as the world dissolves into a hot, terrible white.
My release hits and I come hard, breath ripping from me, the sensation ripping through until I am raw and open.
“Fuck, Lustling.” My voice is rough, strained. “I’m not used to someone being able to force me to come.”
Her mouth swallows me clean and she licks the edge of my cock, an act that is both claim and salve. “You better get used to it,” she says, smug and terrible.
I push the other woman away with a careless hand, not even nodding at her as I haul Lillien upright and into my arms. She giggles, and the sound is a bell against the coppered aftermath of what just passed between us.
“You’re mine,” I growl into her mouth, carrying her toward my room. Her arms lock around my neck and the world tilts into a private orbit where only our hunger lives.
Tonight, I’m going to fucking remind her.