21
Soleil
We stumble out of Finn’s portal right on the edge of camp.
It’s late, and nearly everyone has gone to bed, but I glimpse a couple of guards still sitting around the fire as we duck our way through the shadows to his tent.
I feel like a teenager, sneaking around like this—fizzy and giddy and entirely unlike myself as Finn drags me inside and kisses me again.
The space is just as close and personal as it was the last time I was here, but tonight I have no reservations.
At least not any I’m going to listen to.
Not now.
Not tonight.
I don’t want to think about tomorrow or the coven or how all of this ends.
All I want is the demon who wraps his tail around my waist to pull me closer, the one who groans into my mouth when I sweep my tongue over his lips, demanding entry.
Finn is delicious.
Like spiced wine and sunshine, a bright, bold, living spark against me as we tug at each other’s clothes.
I’m not sure when this became something more than a makeout, but I am one hundred percent down for it as we bare each other inch by inch.
I’m so down for it I don’t spare more than a moment’s passing anxiety about stripping down with a new partner for the first time.
I love my body.
I love my curves, love my soft stomach and the roundness of my ass, my breasts, my thighs, everything, really.
But I also know the world sucks sometimes and people have shit opinions about women who don’t exactly fit into what they perceive as beauty standards.
Maybe beauty standards are different here, though, or maybe I’m just exactly Finn’s cup of tea, because with every single piece of clothing he removes, he gets even more feral.
“Fuck, sunshine,” he pants when I’m standing in front of him in just my bra and panties. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Heat flushes all the way through me, warming my cheeks, my chest, the molten place between my thighs, already aching for him.
“I could say the same,” I say when he pulls his own shirt off.
Finn looks like someone carved him out of marble, with painstaking detail added to every inch of golden skin and every hard ridge of muscle.
I can’t stop myself from reaching out to touch.
His pecs, first, which bunch and jump beneath my fingertips. Then his biceps, his abs, the delicious masculine vee which leads straight to.
“Fuck,” he curses again, grabbing my wrist gently to stop it from descending any further.
“Sorry,” I breathe, though I can’t stop the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. “Too much?”
He gives his head a rueful shake. “What am I going to do with you, sunshine?”
“Whatever I want you to.”
I don’t know where the words come from, and never could have guessed what they would do to my demon.
Finn’s eyes darken in the dim of the tent, a deep blood red with fires kindled in their depths. A rumble breaks in his chest, something between a growl and a moan, and the magick between us spikes harder, hotter, and I swear I can feel how pleased that idea makes him.
“And what would that be?” he asks, leaning closer, but I press my hand to the center of his chest.
“Stay there.” I whisper, and take a step back.
I keep my eyes fixed on his while I take off the last scraps of fabric on my body. Finn, to his credit, doesn’t break that contact until I whisper again. His gaze stays on mine, the air between us thickening with each passing second.
“You can look.”
Another growl, deep and unearthly, fierce enough that I can feel the rasp of it from where I stand.
“Can I touch?”
“Yes.”
He lunges.
Both hands under my ass, he lifts me up and against him, mouth descending to my breasts. He takes care to worship every inch of them, the tops, the undersides, the valley between, before he even dares so much as to breathe against my nipples.
And when he does?
I go up in flames.
Hands wrapped around his horns, I pull him closer, arching into him. A strangled cry lodges in my throat, and he takes that as all the encouragement he needs to lavish attention on one and then the other. Lips and tongue and teeth, the hint of a fang against tender flesh.
I’m so lost in it, so consumed by him, that I don’t even notice him lowering me to the sleeping pallet on the floor until my back hits the soft furs.
Finn stretches out on top of me, heavy and delicious as his hips slot against mine, as the hard ridge beneath his fitted black trousers presses into my core.
Goddess, I’m sure I’m soaking right through the fabric, but I hardly care.
He feels incredible.
Not just the physicality of him, but the power, the sparkling strands of the bond that grow brighter with each passing moment.
This is reckless, senseless, but once that magick grabs hold of me, it’s impossible to stop.
Not reckless at all, the magick whispers, the most sensible thing in the world.
Nothing could ever make more sense than this.
Me. Finn. The frantic beating of our hearts and the giddy panting of our breath.
The bond, pulsing so brightly, I can’t believe it’s not…
Glowing.
There, between us, gossamer filaments light up the darkness.
Our magick, made manifest.
It’s breathtaking, miraculous, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen as I pull back and wonder at them.
They light up all the granite-carved angles of Finn’s face, making him somehow even more handsome as he wonders, too, as the two of us—breathing hard and hearts beating in time with one another—pause to marvel.
We don’t say a word.
There are so many, right there on the tip of my tongue, but none of them seem to be enough.
For so many years, magick has almost seemed mundane to me.
It’s been my day in, day out, and in my specialty of potion-making I spend more time carefully weighing, measuring, checking my work twice and then checking it again, than I do communing with the Goddess and truly reveling in the craft.
But this?
This is different.
This is wild and wondrous, and I want it to last forever.
I want to feel it forever, coursing through me, reminding me who I am and what a gift it is to be a witch.
Reaching up, I run my hands through Finn’s curls. Another low rumble breaks in his chest, and a breathless giggle slips out of me before I pull his mouth back to mine.
The kiss explodes with more of that magick, pulsing between us hot and heavy.
It wraps tighter and tighter with each drag of our lips.
With the press of Finn’s fangs at my jaw.
With the groan of pleasure he lets out when he makes his way back to my breasts and then lower, murmuring little bits of worship and adoration as he goes.
When he settles himself between my legs, he lifts my spread thighs and puts them over his shoulders, baring me to him completely.
“Let me?” he asks, and his voice is so earnest, so excited, so hopeful, that I have to stifle a laugh.
Probably wouldn’t help the mood.
Instead, I nod, and his face lights up like he just won the lottery.
The first drag of his tongue against me is like a shooting star, a supernova, rocketing through my body in a wave of liquid pleasure. I grab at his horns, pull him closer, and it spurs him on.
Finn eats me like a man starving.
Like he can’t get deep enough, taste me enough, give me enough pleasure to ever be satisfied.
With his lips fastened around my clit, sucking me and making me see even more stars, he presses a finger—claw retracted—and teases around my entrance.
“Goddess, Soleil,” he groans, sinking that finger in deeper. “You feel incredible.”
He works me like that, stroking deep, lips kissing and sucking at my clit, rumbles of pleasure breaking over me like my own personal demon vibrator, until I’m close.
So close.
Faster than I’ve ever gotten here with anyone. Hell, faster than I’m able to make myself get here, most times.
Like he can sense the orgasm building, Finn doubles down. He adds a second finger, filling me to the brim while he laves my clit with his demon-long tongue.
I’m there. Right there. Just about to—
Finn’s crimson eyes flick up to meet mine—glowing with magick and awe and adoration and wicked, wicked satisfaction.
I shatter.
Breaking into a hundred starlit pieces, my back bows off the sleeping pallet, and my hands tighten on his horns until I’m pretty sure all their rough ridges will be imprinted there permanently.
Anything. Anything to keep him right there, licking me, sucking me, pumping in and out of me with his fingers, drawing the pleasure out until I’m sated and boneless.
A low, deep groan fills the tent.
I’m breathing so hard, heartbeat pounding in my ears, every nerve ending lit up with bliss, that I don’t realize for a few long moments the sound isn’t coming from me.
Mouth still on my pussy, working me through every spasm of my orgasm, Finn grinds his pelvis into the pile of furs and blankets. His big body jerks and he lets out another one of those delicious, full-chested moans.
My brain is sluggish and pleasure-drunk, hazy and slow to catch up. I can’t catch a breath, can’t catch a thought.
But when finally I do, heat breaks out in a flush all over my body.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Finn got so much pleasure from eating me out that he came, too?
Hot as hell.
So fucking hot it sends another little round of tremors through me, almost painful with how over-sensitized I am.
I pull at his horns until he finally lifts his mouth from the juncture of my thighs and crawls back up my body.
I kiss him—open-mouthed and graceless—savoring the taste of myself on him.
“Good?” he pants into the kiss, and I chuckle against his lips.
“Any better and you just might have killed me.” His hips rest in the cradle of mine, and I arch into him. The front of his pants is slightly damp with his release. “Good for you, too?”
There’s barely any moonlight streaming into the tent, but even in the dim, the flush on his cheeks is unmistakable. He drops his head forward and rests his brow against my collarbone.
“I swear that never happens to me.”
I run my hands through his hair and giggle softly. “I’ll take it as a compliment, then.”
“Please do,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “You’re magnificent, Soleil.”
A wave of pleasure runs through me, seeping into my veins and taking up residence somewhere very near my heart.
Instead of examining it too closely, I reach for Finn again.
I pull him into me, and the two of us shift until we’re comfortable.
Covered in soft furs, my back to his chest and his arm draped around my waist, warmed by the incredible body heat he generates, it’s not long until sleep sneaks up to claim me.
It pulls me under with pleasure still warm and delicious and coating every inch of me, lulling me into the best sleep I’ve had in a long, long time.