Chapter 35
Chapter
Thirty-Five
SIN
“ Y ou really didn’t have to carry me back to my room,” Merri protested as I gently laid her down on her bed.
The storm was still raging outside, but the fire was going strong and cast more than enough light for us to see by.
“Pfft, as if I would miss out on an opportunity to hold you, kitten.”
She nuzzled into my neck and inhaled, humming happily as she did. “You smell good.”
“So do you. It’s the pheromones. We’re the same. Drawn to each other.”
“Why don’t our kind usually mate with each other, then?”
“We’re a selfish breed by nature. Easily bored and prone to a wandering eye. We’re not like other species who are predisposed to finding their perfect sexual match. Our females aren’t overly fertile, and the males can mate with humans, so it’s not a matter of repopulating like it is for so many others. We’re mostly immortal and, well...” I shrugged, feeling like I was getting lost in the weeds.
“Do you have a wandering eye?” she asked, playing coy, but there was enough vulnerability hidden in the words that I knew she was worried about my answer.
“I’ve been known to,” I admitted, reaching out and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “But recently, my gaze has been firmly fixed in one direction. I’m not a born incubus, though, so you can’t measure me by normal standards.”
“That’s right. You were a Hollywood fuckboy before it was cool.”
I chuckled and pressed a kiss into her hair. “Yes. But I’m turning over a new leaf. Being a fuckboy has really lost its charm.”
She rolled her eyes as I walked into her bedroom. “You have such a way with words.”
Fatigue sat on my shoulders with every step I took, but I didn’t let her see past my mask of confidence as I deposited her on the soft bed. “Get under the covers, sweetheart. You’re due a nice long nap after such a big meal. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She grabbed my arm, holding me in place. “Wait, you didn’t...” Her eyes scanned mine and then dipped lower as she studied my face. “You didn’t feed with me.”
“I know better than to steal food off someone else’s plate, kitten. That meal was for you.”
“But you’re hungry.”
I was starving, actually. Sitting there next to her, taking care of her as she and the others found their climax... It had been my own personal version of hell keeping myself from sampling any of it. It was a bit like standing in front of a buffet but not allowing yourself a single bite.
I shrugged. “I’ll live.”
“Sin,” she chastised.
“I’m fine, Merri.”
“Please let me help you? I know you’ve gone out and fed since I came to you guys, but you can’t do that here. I’m all you have, and I’m offering.” She reached for me and slid her palm up my bare stomach. “I want to give this to you.”
I caught her by the wrist, lifting her hand and bringing it to my mouth so I could press my lips over her pulse. “You don’t owe me anything, Merri. Just because we fed you doesn’t mean you have to return the favor.”
“What part of ‘I want to’ did you miss?”
Fuck me sideways, she was a goddamn dream. “Are you still wet for me, baby?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
My cock gave a happy twitch at her teasing offer. “You want my fingers between your legs again.”
“And?”
I chuckled as the brat reared her head. “You’re insatiable.”
“So are you.”
My grin was wholly unrepentant. “Damn straight. I can go all night and well into the morning and still come back for more.”
“Promises, promises.”
Who knew flirting could be so much fun? Usually it was a means to an end, but with Merri, it was enough all on its own.
“It’s more than a promise. It’s a guarantee. You and I may never leave this bed if we’re not careful.”
“Mmm, I don’t hate the sound of that. Me and this bed already have a bit of a thing going, but I suppose you could join us.”
“Sharing is caring, huh?”
“Maybe. With the right person.”
I crawled onto the bed, fitting myself between her thighs and hovering over her so our faces were close enough I could kiss her if I wanted. And I wanted. I wanted so fucking bad. I’d stolen a kiss from her earlier, but this was different. A kiss from an incubus was a tool used to gain trust and mesmerize prey. I never used it to my advantage because, for me, this was intimate. It was a privilege. This meant I was vulnerable to her, that I trusted her . Kisses held power.
Until Merri, I never kissed on the mouth.
I was basically the male version of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
“You know,” I murmured, preparing to shoot my shot. “This is sort of like our first date.”
“Is it? Why, Emmett, you move so quickly, taking me to bed on our first date.”
“Technically it’s you taking me to bed. You shameless hussy.”
She grinned, reaching up and threading her fingers in my hair. “No one is forcing you to stay. You can leave any time you want.”
I dropped my weight on top of her until she was basically a human pancake. “Not a fucking chance. I finally got an invite to join you in bed. You’re never getting rid of me now.”
Her body trembled with laughter beneath mine. “Oh no. Whatever shall I do?”
“How about you let me taste you and make you come on my tongue?”
She quirked a brow. “I thought this was supposed to be about you.”
“Making you come is about me. You know the score, baby girl. Your pleasure is mine.”
In answer, she parted her thighs a little wider. “Well then, you’d better get to work... Emmett.”
I winked at her as I scooted down the bed until my face was right between those lush thighs. “Whatever you say, darlin’.” Gripping her by the backs of her knees, I spread her legs until her beautiful pussy was open and ready for me.
Her breath hitched, the sound pulling my gaze from the work of art in front of me and up her body to meet her eyes. Surprisingly, they were filled with apprehension. I cocked a questioning brow, waiting for her to elaborate.
“Go easy on me, Sin. It’s my first time.”
I laughed and bit down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
“I’m serious.”
“What? You’re not a virgin. You told me?—”
“He never did this. No one has.”
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
“Oh, kitten. You better grab onto the headboard. I’m about to rock your world.”
She tensed as I leaned forward, so I pressed a light kiss just above her swollen clit and whispered, “Close your eyes and trust me to make you feel good.”
Then I dipped my head and dragged my nose up her slit, inhaling her perfume and committing it to memory. She whined and tried to wriggle away on instinct. We couldn’t have that. My little succubus needed to learn how to take what I gave her.
Moving my hands to her hips, I held her in place and made the most of my time between her legs. I nibbled and kissed her everywhere but the one spot I knew she craved most. Sucking and tasting, teasing while also arousing her to the point of begging me for more.
Giving a woman head was much more involved than simply sucking her clit until she came. The pussy was a finely tuned instrument, and if you knew how to play it right, the music you could make together would be transcendent.
I waited until her moans were mostly pleas before I started to feed, knowing the sensation would send her skyrocketing. I couldn’t contain my chuckle as she bucked and screamed my name, her fingers twisting and gripping my hair as she held me in place and writhed against my tongue.
“Sing for me, sweetheart. I want the others to hear you.”
Her flavor flooded my mouth, sweet and a little salty, and distinctly mine. I’d taste her for hours after this, smell her on me, bask in the memory of being the first man to get this from her.
“You ready to come for me, Merri?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Finally, I gave her the attention she’d been waiting none too patiently for. Her clit was so swollen it looked painful, but that was the point. A skilled lover knew how to coax it out of its hiding place, to arouse her so much there was nothing she wanted more than your touch right. Fucking. There.
As my lips closed over her clit, I sank two fingers deep inside her and curled them up, pressing on just the right spot in time with my suction. She detonated in seconds, her slick sweetness coating my fingers and dripping onto the sheets.
My name was a breathless cry, and as she came apart, I drank deeply from the sexual tsunami she unleashed. I may not have fangs or an aversion to sunlight, but the way I fed wasn’t all that different from a vampire. Merri’s climax was so potent I felt lightheaded from the high of it. This one moment with her was enough to keep me nourished for weeks.
When she was boneless and sated and I was sure her orgasm had faded, I backed away from the cradle of her thighs. Sitting back on my heels, I gazed down at the beauty I’d claimed.
Skin glistening with a thin veil of pleasure-induced sweat. Hair a mass of red tangles, splayed out on the silk pillowcase. Eyes hooded. Lips swollen from biting them to stifle her cries. God, she was perfect.
“Look at you. Absolutely ruined,” I breathed, proud as a fucking peacock.
She beamed up at me. “If I’d known what I was missing out on, I might have taken you up on your offer sooner.”
I gave her my patented smolder. “You just let me know when you’re ready for an encore, kitten.”
“How about right now?”
“I mean, I’m always down to eat pussy.”
“No, not that. I want more.”
“More?”
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded as she sat up. “More.”