Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
KILLIAN
I couldn’t control this need inside of me—this ravenous, insatiable desire to ravage Z until she forgot her own name.
I needed her.
Now.
Here.
The lust in the air was a tangible, living entity that surged through me like multiple lightning bolts. Every nerve ending in my body had been lit on fire, and they were all tuned in to the woman standing before me.
My mate.
I could feel my powers skittering just underneath my skin, demanding release, but I wouldn’t let it out without Z’s permission.
I tightened my grip on her chin and took a step even closer, forcing her to move with me. Her back touched the door of the room, and a breathy gasp escaped her.
“Can. I. Fuck. You?” I repeated, making sure to keep my voice low.
I didn’t recognize this…creature I had become. I was consumed by lust, consumed by her. It didn’t even matter to me that I had horns and a tail.
For weeks since the incident, I had hidden away, refusing to be intimate with Z out of fear she’d find me repulsive. But all of those insecurities had fled as soon as I caught sight of her in the hall, wrapped in a blanket with her hair disheveled. Maybe it was the lust permeating the air intermingling with the ungodly amount of pheromones present. Maybe it was seeing that stranger proposition my mate. Maybe it was waking up in the arms of a beautiful woman and realizing that she had nothing on Z.
All I knew was that I needed her.
Z’s mere presence had pried me open, and now her name had been carved on my heart.
For a long moment, Z didn’t speak, merely staring at me intently, her blue eyes guarded but dazed with desire. I didn’t know what she was looking for, but whatever it was, she seemed to find it.
With a desperation that matched my own, she tangled her fingers into my hair and guided my face to hers. Now that she was no longer holding up that damn blanket, it pooled around her feet, leaving her magnificently bare.
She pried my lips apart with her own, and her tongue immediately darted in, claiming me. Consuming me. I grabbed handfuls of her ass, and she jumped into my arms, using the wall behind her as support. A low moan lodged in my throat when her ankles crossed around my waist.
Still holding on to her, I moved away from the door and towards the bed, never allowing my lips to leave hers, not even for a second. With one hand, I ripped at the gaudy drapes surrounding the bed. Then, without preamble, I threw her onto the mattress, watching her bounce before settling near the pillows.
“Kill…” She licked her lips as her eyes devoured me from head to toe.
I stalked forward, feeling possessed, wondering if this was what a hunter felt like when chasing down prey.
The world around me disappeared, and my breathing became a ragged sound, distant almost, and nearly inaudible compared to the drumming in my ears. Z consumed all of my focus, splayed out before me like a feast.
With sure movements, I crawled over her body and grabbed both of her wrists, forcing her arms above her head. This new position thrust her breasts out beautifully, and I lowered my head to take one of the stiff peaks into my mouth.
“Killian,” she moaned, arching.
Paying close attention to her nipples—alternating between one breast and the other—I guided her hands to the bedpost behind her. She immediately grabbed a hold of it with both hands.
“Do not let go,” I warned, my voice a low growl I barely recognized.
“Killian…” Her voice held a note of pleading, though her eyes flashed with a hint of that defiance I’d come to love so much. “What will happen if I do?”
“Trust me. You don’t want to know.” My voice dripped with twisted delight.
Her chest heaved, flushing red, and then she whispered, “Do your worst.”
A shudder rippled through me, and then the tight control I had on my powers…vanished. I knew the second Z felt the effects of my magic because she gasped and began to arch her hips, desperately seeking friction. Color entered her cheeks.
“Oh my god.”
My heart pounded in my ears, my whole body feverish with need, and I allowed the incubus to take over entirely. I cupped her breast with one hand, running the pad of my thumb over her pebbled nipple, while I trailed down her toned stomach with my other hand and stopped when I reached her slick folds.
I hissed out a breath. “You’re so wet for me, baby girl. So goddamn wet.”
I began to move my fingers in and out of her tight channel, my eyes fixed on her face, watching every reaction, breathing in her desire like it had a scent. And maybe it did.
“Yes, Kill. Yes.” She began to whimper and thrash, chasing after my fingers.
“Don’t let go,” I reminded her gruffly, moving off the bed.
Her eyes watched me hungrily, desperately, and my cock twitched. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the base and gave it a single stroke. It did absolutely nothing to relieve the ache there.
“Kill…” She jerked her hips again, even as her arms remained firmly above her head, that delectable body of hers on display for me.
Visions of what I yearned to do to her played on a loop in my head. If only I had?—
The thought cut off when, on the once-empty nightstand, a few objects materialized seemingly out of thin air.
I didn’t think, couldn’t think, as I jumped up and grabbed the blindfold.
“Do you trust me?” I whispered, returning to the bed and placing one knee beside her.
“With my life,” she replied immediately.
Not a hint of hesitation.
My heart lifted.
“Then let me make you feel good.” I held the blindfold up in front of her.
Pure lust blazed in her luminescent eyes as she nodded eagerly.
Pleased, I helped her lift her head to secure the blindfold into place.
“If, at any point, you want me to stop, simply say so,” I told her. “Why don’t we use a safe word?”
“A safe word?” Even with the blindfold in place, I could see the way her brows furrowed, the skin between them crinkling.
“Sometimes someone will say no without truly meaning it. Or they’ll say yes without thinking things through,” I responded calmly. “So if you truly want me to stop, say the word ‘octopus,’ and I’ll stop everything I’m doing, no questions asked. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her pink lips parted on that one word, dragging it out.
“What is your safe word?”
“Octopus.”
“And when will you say it?”
She swallowed. “When I want you to stop.”
“Good girl.” I moved back towards the nightstand as her quiet voice drifted to me.
“Kill? How do you know all of this?” She sounded hesitant, and I didn’t blame her.
Before Z, I was a virgin, and she was the only girl I’d ever been with—and would ever be with.
“I’m an incubus.” I didn’t know how else to explain it.
All of this…came naturally to me, as easy as breathing. When the incubus came out to play, I became a completely different person.
“You can use your safe word whenever you want,” I reminded her.
If this was too much for her, I would understand. Even with the lust riding me, demanding I take her and make her mine, I would stop. I would always stop if she asked me to.
But Z didn’t use her safe word. She simply remained there, the blindfold in place, her hands clenching the bedpost above her head, her body flushed red with intense arousal.
“Good girl,” I growled, grabbing the ice cube from the glass.
Carefully, I returned to her side, allowing my eyes to drift over her naked body. Her breasts were plump and a perfect handful, her nipples a light shade of pink. She had a single scar on her hip that I’d never noticed before. Her pussy was clean-shaven, and the lips were already dripping with the evidence of her arousal.
“So fucking perfect,” I whispered in awe, struck once again by the fact that this woman was mine.
How did I get so lucky?
For a moment, a wave of self-consciousness hit me, blanketing the heady lust flowing through me. I’d never done anything like this before, and though my body and mind knew inherently what to do, my heart wondered if I was making the right choice. If I would fuck things up. If she would become disgusted by my new appearance?—
But then I inhaled sharply, and the uncanny lust pervading the room infiltrated my body, setting it aflame once more. All thoughts except Z vanished.
I wanted her.
Needed her.
Loved her.
Carefully, I guided the cube of ice to her right nipple, loving the way it seemed to harden as I circled it. I brought my mouth to her left nipple and sucked on it, moving my tongue around it.
Z gasped at the dueling sensations, a tiny whimper escaping her.
Lifting my head, I trailed the ice across the valley between her breasts before moving it to her left nipple. Like before, I sucked and licked at her other one, loving the way she moaned and arched and begged.
“Kill, please.”
I didn’t say a word as I moved the ice down her belly, following the pathway with my own mouth, kissing her soft skin. When I reached her belly button, I placed my tongue inside of it, chuckling when her hips jerked upwards.
“Kill!”
The ice moved lower, lower, lower, until it finally reached the spot between her thighs. A gasp left her at the coldness as I rubbed it through her slick folds.
Without a word, I brought the ice to my mouth—savoring her taste on my tongue—and then lowered myself to her perfect pussy. I couldn’t speak, but that was okay. I didn’t have anything to say. All I wanted to do was taste her.
I licked at her slit, and the heat of my mouth combined with the ice on my tongue made a cry escape her lips. Her knuckles turned white from how hard she gripped the bedpost.
“Kill, oh my god.”
No. Not god. Just your incubus, sweetheart.
I held her thighs in my hands, tight enough to leave bruises, as I ate, sucked, and licked at her pussy, moaning as her flavor barraged my senses.
I didn’t know why Lilith put me in the room with that one woman. Did she think I would cheat? That blonde might as well have been a flashlight next to the brilliance of the sun.
Fingers forked through my hair, catching on my horns, and I jerked my head upright to see that Z had removed her blindfold and stared at me through heavily lidded eyes.
“I thought I told you not to let go,” I growled as she began to caress my horns.
And god help me, it felt like they had a direct line to my cock. Every twist of her fingers grew the ache inside of me.
“Are you going to punish me?” Her voice held a mocking lilt to it that made me growl.
And, once again, I found that I couldn’t control myself. My body began to move before my brain could catch up.
My tail slithered around my naked body and pistoned itself inside of Z’s tight cunt. Her lips parted in a silent O, her eyes flashing wide, and she began to shudder and moan.
“Oh my god. Killian.”
I continued to fuck her with my tail as I kissed up her body until I could reach her lips once more. Kissing her reminded me of pressing a flame to dry kindling. The taste of her alone was enough to set me on fire, like someone had doused our mouths in gasoline and lit a match.
“I told you. Not. To. Let. Go.” I punctuated each word with another drag of my tail through her most sensitive area.
Z, ever defiant, simply stroked my horns once more, her hands moving in tandem with my tail thrusting in and out of her pussy.
I kissed her once more as my cock lined up with her entrance. Then, with my tail still inside of her, I pushed myself in, one inch at a time. The coldness of the tail was a startling contrast to Z’s wet heat. I gasped at the sensation. She was so fucking tight. So goddamn tight. I wasn’t sure I would last.
“Fuck, Killian. Fuck. Oh my god, I feel so full. Holy fuck.” Z wrapped her legs around my hips, her ankles digging into my ass as I began to move.
I fucked her hard, uncaring that this was a trial, uncaring that there was an orgy occurring right outside of that door, uncaring that we were about to head into the battle. Nothing mattered but this. My tail moved in tandem, each thrust causing it to rub against my cock.
Blazing heat radiated through my body. I couldn’t focus on anything else.
Z came with a scream that seemed to echo through the room. Her pussy clamped around my tail and dick as if she wanted to permanently keep me inside of her. And I wasn’t sure I would object. I could live like this.
The feel of her pulsating pussy made my orgasm sharpen and heighten, and when I came, I swore I floated out of my body before being thrust back into it.
I panted, lowering my head so I could rest my lips against the curve of her neck. Gradually, the lust coursing through me receded until I felt almost normal.
And with that came the bruising slap of reality.
I’d just fucked Z with my tail.
Oh my god.
What had I just done?
My gut lurched, and I threw myself off of her and landed on the ground with an audible thump.
Z blinked at me, dazed and weary, and oh my god. Had I just taken advantage of her? The lust… It hadn’t been normal. It had felt like I was an entirely different person, one not in control of himself.
I lowered my face into my hands as emotions ravaged me from all directions.
What had I just done?
What the fuck had I just done?