Chapter 22
SHOT IN THE DARK
SUYIN SAT BACK AND WIPED HER MOUTH WITH THE BACK of her hand, and it came away wet. She’d swallowed as much of his release as she could, but more had leaked out of the seal of her lips.
She’d never heard of anyone having an orgasm for that long. Knowing Murmur, it had probably been a while. To say he needed it was an understatement. She’d never met a more high-strung person.
“Damn,” she breathed, not knowing what else to say. That had been hot. Easily the hottest oral sex she’d given, to a man or a woman. She generally preferred oral sex with women. They were more responsive, and it took a lot more effort to get them to climax, so it was more rewarding.
But Murmur was … She didn’t know. But there was something extremely satisfying about making this super control freak unravel.
Then she frowned. There was still no movement from said control freak.
She crawled up beside his large naked form to peer at his face, and a laugh burst out of her. “You’re kidding me,” she muttered.
The fucker had passed out cold.
She laughed again. It was flattering, honestly. She’d made him come so hard, he straight-up lost consciousness. She’d never given anyone that great of an orgasm before.
She dropped onto her back beside him. Her hoodie was gone, thrown somewhere in her haste to get skin on skin with him, but she was still wearing pants. He hadn’t even gotten her fully naked before he passed out, the bastard.
She turned her head on the pillow so she could enjoy him like this, all sprawled out naked and sexy.
She wasn’t over how good he made “pale and dead” look.
He wasn’t built, but his lean strength was clearly defined, even lying on his back.
The line down the center of his abs was hot as hell, and she wanted to trace the V-shaped muscles pointing to his cock with her tongue.
She bit her lip when her eyes landed back on that cock. Semi-hard now, it lay against his abs, looking heavy and delicious. She wanted to suck him off again. Even better, she wanted to climb on and go for a ride.
She wasn’t sure he’d let her, however.
She hadn’t missed the way he caught her hands every time she tried to touch him. He didn’t seem to like being touched, though he definitely hadn’t minded her touching his dick. But she also hadn’t missed the way he’d taken charge of her giving him head.
He obviously had major control issues, but was that a surprise? If someone had tried to tell her Murmur was vanilla in bed, she would have laughed in their face. He was a freak in everyday life. Of course he’d be a freak in the sheets too.
Shit, though, she was so turned on. She shot him a glare. Fucker was still dead to the world. Damn him for passing out and leaving her in this state.
She smiled suddenly. Maybe she could get revenge.
She slid her hand into her pants until she found the wet mess she’d made in her underwear. Her fingers shot to her clit like it was a magnet, and she started to rub, her gaze fixed on Murmur the whole time.
So she was jacking off while staring at an unconscious demon. Her soul was definitely doomed. But then, she was half demon, so she’d probably been doomed from the start. She might as well enjoy the journey.
Her gaze feasted on his defined jaw and the graceful arch of his collarbones. She stared at his freaky claws and barbed tail, and most of all, she stared at his cock. She imagined it in her mouth again, and then she imagined him sinking it into her.
She came on a hard moan, her thighs shaking, her spine arching off the bed. Her hand was soaked with her release, and by the time she finished, she was nearly ready to pass out herself.
She pulled her fingers out and held them up. The tips glistened faintly in the low light. Then she sat up. Time for revenge.
She traced her wet fingers down the length of that thick gray cock, and then, grinning evilly, she ran them over his lips. With his heightened demon senses, he was going to scent her the second he woke up. Perfect.
She stroked a few strands of hair off his face—refusing to analyze her motives for the affectionate gesture—and then climbed out of bed. She searched around in the dark for her hoodie and then pulled it on.
Standing at his side of the mattress, she looked down at him. Maybe it was stupid, but she was glad she’d come. She was sick of fighting herself. It was starting to seem like her best option was to just give in to her impulses and worry about picking up the pieces later.
Cleanup rather than prevention.
And then, because she was an idiot, and he just looked so darn cute all sprawled out and unconscious, she bent and kissed him on the cheek.
His skin was still warm.
Murmur awoke to the smell of Suyin’s arousal. Little witch. This was no accident. Her scent was all over him, and he hadn’t even gotten a chance to taste her last night.
His eyes popped open as the rest of the night’s memories flooded his mind. He wasn’t quite sure how to process this new turn of events. He’d been without sex for centuries and hadn’t thought twice about it. Now, he was obsessed.
He hadn’t even penetrated her yet, but he already knew he needed to. And he didn’t just need to do it once. He needed to do it for hours. Over and over until he passed out from exhaustion. And then he’d wake up and repeat the cycle again.
He leapt out of bed and dressed in a rush, halfway across the room before he’d even properly gotten his pants on. He threw a robe on, not bothering with a shirt, and pulled the mess of his hair out from beneath the collar.
He stopped dead with his hand on the door handle, suddenly realizing …
He had slept. Uninterrupted. Without the death vision. Without any vision at all, not even a distant, fragmented dream.
It was the first time in years he’d slept deeply. And he felt fucking fantastic. Energized. Awake. No wonder everyone was so obsessed with sleeping. He was already looking forward to trying again, if this would be the result.
Just need to have more sex first. Lots of sex.
He nodded eagerly, for once fully in agreement with himself.
He threw open his bedroom doors and strode into the hall, only to realize he’d forgotten shoes. He spun back around with a curse and grabbed his boots, stuffing his feet in as he half walked, half jumped on one leg toward the library.
Once there, he stoked the fire in the hearth and lit the lanterns, though the room was already much brighter since Suyin had cleaned the window.
She was evidently still asleep. He wondered when she’d left last night. A part of him wished she had fallen asleep with him so he could have woken up and gotten a mouthful of that enticing scent before he went about his day.
Standing over his desk, he arranged his sketches and lists in preparation to cast the spell. Except he couldn’t motivate himself to focus. He was far too distracted by other things. He planted his palms on the desk, trying to force his mind to work.
“What’s the first order of business today, boss?”
His head snapped up.
She was beside him, having snuck in while he was lost in his thoughts. She had a wicked little smirk on her face.
He narrowed his eyes. Forget focus. It would be an affront to let such a challenge go unmet.
Here we go, Suyin thought, two seconds before Murmur grabbed her.
In a flash, he pulled her against him and then pressed her back against the desk, planting his palms on either side of her and leaning in.
“Turn around,” he growled.
That’s how he’s gonna play it, huh? It was first thing in the morning. She’d barely eaten breakfast.
She didn’t let her partners boss her around when it came to sex. She wasn’t submissive, and she wasn’t normally attracted to dominant partners either. If anything, she was usually the dominant one.
It wasn’t that she had a need to be in control. It was just that everyone else was incompetent. And that wasn’t just in bed. Every time she delegated a task, she was unsatisfied with the results. Whenever she could, she preferred to work alone.
It was worse when it came to sex. She always ended up issuing command after command because her partners inevitably proved incapable of giving her what she needed. She’d give so many instructions, it’d feel like an incredibly specific sex-ed class instead of a mutual exchange of pleasure.
So she took control. She dominated because it was easier to take matters into her own hands than to sit back and watch someone fumble around and embarrass themselves until she lost all attraction to them.
Harsh, but true.
But here was this seven-foot-tall demon glaring down at her, telling her to turn around—probably so he could bend her over his desk and fuck her stupid.
He didn’t stutter. He didn’t have that look of hesitation in his eyes that told her she could steamroll him if she just uttered a few well-placed criticisms. In fact, he looked like he wanted her to defy him so he could make her pay for it.
“Now,” he said in a low voice. His tail swung lazily behind him. One claw pointed at the desk in question, its surface covered in papers covered in his messy madman scrawl.
She needed this experience. She needed to know what it felt like to submit to someone who could actually match her will.
So she turned around.
Immediately, he pressed into her from behind, and she felt his hardness against her lower back. Her stomach clenched in anticipation. Distantly, she felt the sensation of his churning souls against her lower legs, but it didn’t bother her. If anything, it increased her excitement.
He hooked a claw into the waistband of her leggings and snapped it lightly against her back.
“Take these off.”
She caught her pants and underwear together and shoved them down to her knees.
The cool air of the library mixed with Murmur’s heat against her bare ass made her pulse race.
He began to push up her hoodie, his big hands sliding up her sides, sending shivers over her skin.
She pulled it the rest of the way off, tossing it away.