20 Ariuk #2
I laughed. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know.” He dragged his thumb across the tightened peak again and watched my breath catch. “I like knowing I did that.”
His head lowered and his mouth closed over one nipple, tongue dragging over the sensitive peak until my hands landed on his shoulders for balance. A pleased sound vibrated against my skin before he switched sides, doing the same thing again until another moan slipped from me.
“Do that again,” he murmured.
I stared down at him. “Do what?”
“That sound.”
“I don’t think that’s how moaning works.”
“Then I’ll figure out what makes it happen.”
That was apparently a promise. He kissed his way down my stomach while lowering me carefully onto the rug rather than the cold floor, taking enough time that I became painfully aware of every inch his mouth crossed.
Somewhere above us, Nick made a strangled noise when Zel spread my thighs.
I glanced up long enough to see both of them watching before Zel’s attention dropped to my panties like they had personally offended him.
“Those need to go.”
“You’re very demanding for someone who hasn’t done anything yet.”
His eyes lifted to mine with a look that immediately made me regret the challenge.
He hooked his fingers beneath the sides of my panties and dragged them down slowly, his mouth following along my hip and then the inside of my thigh.
He kissed one knee before working his way upward, stopping every few inches to taste another patch of skin while his hands kept my legs spread.
I was beginning to understand the problem with Gluttony. He didn’t rush because rushing meant skipping things, and Zel clearly had no intention of missing anything.
By the time his mouth reached the inside of my thigh, I was squirming beneath him. “Zel.”
He kissed higher.
“Zel.”
Another inch.
“Beelzebub.”
His entire body jerked. A rough sound tore out of him, deeper than anything he had made so far, and when he looked up his eyes had changed. Darkness had swallowed most of the brown, leaving something distinctly less human staring back at me.
“Don’t do that unless you mean it.”
“I meant it.”
His mouth hit my pussy before I could say anything else.
Every thought in my head scattered as my hips lifted off the floor.
Zel caught me with both arms and held me where he wanted me while his tongue dragged through me in one long stroke, then another, then a third.
I swore as the pleasure shot up my spine, and the vibration of his answering groan made it worse.
His tongue circled my clit and changed pressure until my thighs tightened around his head.
Instead of pulling away, Zel made a pleased sound and gripped my hips harder.
He stayed there, repeating the movement until my breathing changed, then eased off just enough to drag his tongue through me again and listen to the different sound that pulled from my throat.
He repeated the same flick of his tongue that had made my breath hitch, then did it again when my stomach jumped.
“You’re doing that on purpose.”
His answer came muffled against me. “Doing what?”
“Repeating everything that makes me—fuck.” He sucked harder and stole the rest of the sentence, my hips jerking against his hold.
Zel lifted his mouth just enough to ask, “That?” His fingers tightened on my thighs as his grin pressed against my skin. “Make that sound again.”
“Which one?”
“All of them.”
“Zel, fuck, I’m—”
My orgasm tore through me hard enough that my hands buried themselves in his hair. My thighs tightened around his head, my back arching as the pleasure rolled through me until I collapsed against the rug, panting hard enough that my chest hurt.
For a few seconds I thought he might let me recover. Then his tongue moved again and I jerked beneath him.
“Zel!”
He lifted his head just enough to look at me, his mouth wet and his eyes still dark. “You made a different sound.”
I blinked at him, trying to catch my breath. “What?”
“When you came.” His finger dragged slowly through my wetness before slipping inside me, and my stomach jumped at the intrusion. “That one was different.”
“You’re fucking insane.”
“Probably.” He curled his finger and watched my body react. “Do it again.”
“Give me a fucking second.”
He finally went still except for his mouth moving lazily over the inside of my thigh.
I looked down at him. “This is you giving me a second?”
“My finger isn’t moving. What? You told me to give you a second. You didn’t tell me to stop kissing you.”
I let my head fall back against the rug. “You are going to be exhausting.”
His smile pressed into my skin. “You have no idea.”
Something brushed my ankle. I startled and looked down to find a dark tail curled loosely around my leg. “Oh, fuck.”
Zel glanced back like he had almost forgotten it was there, while Nick laughed from somewhere behind him and announced, “I was wondering how long that would take to appear.”
Zel ignored the commentary. The tail unwound from my ankle and slid slowly along my calf before wrapping around my thigh, its movement controlled despite the darkness spreading along Zel’s hands. His fingertips sharpened into claws, but he kept them angled carefully away from my skin.
Darkness had spread farther over his hands and forearms, the tips of his fingers fully sharpened now even though he kept every claw turned away from me. I looked from them to the tail curled around my thigh and opened my legs a little wider.
Zel’s brows lifted. “That an invitation?”
“Depends what you’re planning to do with it.”
The tail tightened once around my thigh. “I’ve got ideas.” His eyes stayed on mine. “You want me to stop?”
“Did I say stop?”
His nostrils flared and another low growl rolled through his chest as his eyes flicked over his shoulder toward Luc and Nick. “Mine.”
Nick answered with a growl of his own, but Luc caught his arm before he could move. “Let him.”
The whole thing was ridiculous enough that I almost laughed again, right up until the tip of Zel’s tail brushed higher and wiped every coherent thought out of my head.
“Is that going where I think it is?”
His gaze met mine. “Do you want it to?” He might have wanted more of everything, but he was still watching me closely enough to stop the second I asked.
“Yes.”
His grin turned wicked as the tail slipped from around my thigh and moved between my legs, the tapered tip sliding through my wetness before circling my clit. My entire body jerked at the unfamiliar sensation and Zel’s eyes sharpened with interest.
“Fuck.”
“Again,” he murmured.
“You are so fucking weird.”
His mouth lowered before I could say anything else.
The combination hit all at once, his tongue, the tip of his tail moving over my clit, and his finger curling inside me.
My hands flew back into his hair as he changed between long, slow strokes and quick flicks, experimenting until he found something that made me cry out.
A second finger joined the first and my thighs tightened around him.
Zel groaned against me, clearly more affected by the sound than anything else, and curled both fingers forward until my hips bucked hard enough that he had to brace one forearm across my stomach.
His tail tightened around my thigh for leverage before returning to my clit, and his mouth followed every twitch of my body like he was determined to discover how many different ways he could make me lose control.
“Beelzebub.”
The full name hit him like a spark. More darkness spread across his skin and his shoulders broadened beneath my hands, his teeth sharpening enough that I felt the light scrape when his mouth shifted lower.
Even half-gone into Gluttony, he stayed careful.
His claws never touched me, his tail eased whenever I flinched, and every time my breathing changed he adjusted before continuing.
Zel slowed enough to look up at me. “Your left leg shakes first.”
I blinked down at him. “What?”
His fingers curled inside me again, and my left thigh immediately trembled against his shoulder. The smug bastard smiled. “When you’re getting close. That one goes first.”
“You’re paying entirely too much attention.”
“Not enough.” His thumb traced the inside of my thigh while he watched me. “I know what makes you moan. I know what makes you grab my hair. I want to know what makes your whole fucking body shake.”
My fingers tightened in his hair. “Then stop talking and figure it out.”
My second orgasm built differently from the first because he refused to repeat exactly the same pattern. His fingers curled at another angle while his tail slowed, his mouth finding a new sensitive spot and returning to it the second my legs shook.
“Zel, please.”
His eyes lifted while his mouth remained against me. “Please what, Angel?”
I hated how smug he sounded. “I don’t fucking know. Just don’t stop.”
His mouth curved against my skin. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping.”