27
Soleil
I heard Finn just fine.
Even through the heavy wooden door, his voice was clear as day.
What fun is that, though?
His eyes are wide as they rake over me, pupils huge and black as they fix on my face, my breasts, the hint of my naked body beneath the ripple of the water.
“That soap, over there.” I waggle my fingers just above the surface of the tub. “I can’t reach.”
A pulse of fire in those crimson eyes, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“How thoughtless of me,” he murmurs. “I should have made sure everything was within arm’s reach.”
He saunters over, every inch of him moving like a living work of art.
Finn is just so fucking hot.
From the long, lean lines of his calves to his muscular thighs to the trim cut of his waist and the expanse of his chest, his arms, his shoulders.
The wings and the horns and the long whip of his tail don’t hurt the pretty picture he makes, either, and as he pauses beside the bath, I glance up at him with what I’m sure is naked admiration in my eyes.
He grabs the soap I pointed to, but instead of handing it to me, he kneels. Right beside the tub, with that same wicked glint in his eye.
“Is there any other assistance I can offer? Any way I can take care of you, sunshine?”
I hum teasingly, and a shot of pure need settles between my thighs. “I wouldn’t mind some help with my back.”
“Lean forward,” he says in a low murmur, reaching for the washcloth draped over the porcelain edge.
I obey, and Finn’s touch is magick as he starts to wash me. Magick in its gentleness, but also magick in the spark that blooms to life between us. Hot and heady, brimming with potential as he strokes over my shoulders, the nape of my neck, down my spine as his hand dips beneath the water.
I let out a long, satisfied sigh and lean forward, resting my elbows on my bent knees and my chin on my arms.
“That feels amazing.”
A low rumble of pleasure sounds in Finn’s chest. “I live to serve.”
Fuck, I like the sound of that.
Yeah, it might be a little selfish, but having the hottest man—okay, demon—I’ve ever seen tell me he wants to serve me? I can get on board with that.
“Anywhere else?” he asks as he continues to stroke my back. “I’m nothing if not thorough.”
He certainly proved that during our night in the tent, and in the spirit of embracing the moment and stealing pleasure where I can, I lean back in the tub.
“I don’t know. You tell me—see anything else that needs cleaning?”
Finn drops the washcloth. It floats lazily in the water as he continues touching me, as his eyes go dark and feral and hungry.
He trails his fingertips over my neck, my clavicle, down into the valley between my breasts in a lazy, languorous trail of exploration. No urgency, no rush, even when he leans in so he can press his lips to mine.
I chase the kiss, too hungry to be patient, but he pulls back with a sharp-edged chuckle.
“Don’t rush the staff,” he teases as his fingers find my nipple and give it a little squeeze. “I take my job very seriously.”
Those clever fingers of his continue lower, beneath the water, over my stomach and down further still until they reach—
“Finn,” I gasp, both hands clutched on the edges of the tub, hips canting up to get more of his touch.
“Patience, sunshine,” he reminds me again, and I’m not sure if I want to laugh, or scream my frustration. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”
“Then take care of me,” I demand, and his crimson gaze burns hotter.
“As my witch commands.”
Claws retracted, he sinks two long fingers deep, filling me up in one sure thrust with no time to adjust, no time to prepare as I stretch around him.
It feels fucking incredible.
Almost too much, but when has too much ever been too much for me?
I can take it, can take him, and as he works his fingers in and out of me, I’m not shy. I’m brazen, cursing and moaning and demanding he give me more, that he make good on the promise to give me the pleasure I—
“Turn over,” he murmurs, hand on my hip gently nudging me as I flip my position so I’m floating on my stomach. “Hold on to the edge if you need to.”
“Why would I need to—”
The question breaks off in a gasp as something warm and thick prods at me from behind.
His tail.
The broad tip of it slides over my slick skin, teasing against me until he finds my entrance.
“Fuck,” I moan, and take his very helpful suggestion to grip the tub’s edge as he slides into me.
Wicked. The sensation of his tail filling me is absolutely wicked.
Thicker and deeper than his fingers, he fucks me hard and steady with it. His hand snakes between my thighs, fingers tracing around my stretched entrance, feeling himself work me open.
“So good, sunshine,” he praises, leaning over further so he can watch. “You should see how pretty you look right now. How wanton you are with my tail in you, taking it like you know it’s yours.”
It is mine, I want to growl at him. You’re mine.
I don’t know where the urge comes from, and I’m just barely able to swallow it down as he pulls his tail back and thrusts deep once more, then again, and again, until any rational words I might have been able to form disappear completely.
Finn’s fingers move from my pussy to my clit, rubbing in slow, heavy circles perfectly timed to his thrusts.
My grip on the tub tightens, hands squeezing almost to the point of pain as I arch into him, meeting each of his thrusts with my hips.
Pleasure coils tight in my belly, a warmth that spreads from my core outwards, until I’m straining for it, desperate for it.
“Finn,” I say, and it comes out on the edge of a shattered cry. “I’m so close. Please. I need—”
“I know, sunshine. I know.”
I cry out again as he thrusts his tail deeper, presses more firmly on my clit, merciless in the pleasure he demands from me.
“Come for me, Soleil.”
I shatter.
Pulsing in waves of deep, devastating bliss that tighten my core around the thick invasion of his tail, I come apart at the seams. Water sloshes over the edges of the tub as I collapse forward, only able to stop from drowning myself by the firm grip of Finn’s hand around my middle, keeping me afloat.
His other hand strokes up and down my back, my hip, my ass. He murmurs to me, brushes his lips over my forehead, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
Magick glimmers in the air between us, bright and golden, casting us both in its light.
For a few long minutes, I stay right there, floating dreamily in the water while Finn’s touch soothes me. He brings me back into my body in increments, warm and slow and so filled with pleasure, more than I’ve ever felt.
It makes me want to make him feel good, too.
It makes me want to taste him, to take him apart.
He makes a little noise of protest as I shift in the water, but I nudge away his stilling hand as I come to my knees in the tub.
“Stand up,” I murmur, and he does so without question.
Good. I like it when my orders are followed.
I especially like it when the person following those orders is an enormous, handsome demon who rises to his feet and gives me a better look at every delicious inch of him. From his curling horns to his incredible body to the very noticeable ridge beneath the fitted tan trousers he’s wearing.
Finn makes a choked, desperate sound in the back of his throat when I undo the laces holding the top of those trousers together. He moans deep in his chest when I draw him out, fingers curling around the length of him.
The tub’s claw feet give me the extra boost of height I need, and put me in the perfect position to lean in and—
“Sunshine,” Finn gasps as my lips brush the head of his cock.
He threads his fingers into my damp hair and squeezes gently. I’m not sure if he’s trying to slow me down or hold on to his control, but either way, I can’t have that.
Finn’s cock is gorgeous. Long and thick, with prominent veins and a wide, ruddy head that makes my mouth water.
And something else.
Something right at the base of him.
An extra bit human men don’t have.
I wrap my hand around it and squeeze.
“Fuck.” The curse bursts out of Finn, and it’s his turn to lean in and brace himself on the side of the tub.
“Good?” I tease. “Or bad? If you don’t like it, I won’t—”
“I like it,” he rasps, on just this side of control. “Fuck, sunshine, I—”
His words cut off in a low moan of pleasure as I lean in and run my lips over his knot in little sucking kisses.
I’m… a little intimidated by it.
Realistically, I know what it’s for. I know the bare-bones mechanics of demons and their knots, how they come into play in the bedroom. There’s been enough tittering around the coven to pick up on that delightful little quirk of demon anatomy.
I just don’t really know what I’m supposed to do with it.
I don’t know how it’s supposed to fit.
But that’s a problem for future-Soleil.
Tonight, I just want to explore.
I want to see what brings Finn pleasure. I want to revel in this demon who’s so unexpectedly mine.
Starting with his beautiful cock.
Drawing back, I kiss the head of him, dart my tongue out to lap at the bead of precome poised right on the tip. His hips buck forward, and I love it. I love the sight of his pleasure, love seeing him unravel.
I take him deeper.
Lips parted around the thick length of him, I take him as deep as I can. It’s not really that deep at all, considering how much male I’m working with here, but with each dip of my head, I get the hang of it a little more.
I find a rhythm, find the places I can stroke my tongue to draw more of those delicious groans out of him, give him a moan of encouragement when he threads one hand into my hair and thrusts.
Not too much, and not too rough, but uneven and desperate. His breathing grows shallower, his moans more ragged.
“Soleil,” he rasps. “I’m going to… if you don’t want…”
There’s literally nothing more I want in this moment.
I grip his firm, muscular ass, pull him closer, take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat and—
Finn comes with another strangled curse, with a burst of magick between us that fills my veins with embers and satisfaction. His release splashes hot and earthy across my tongue, and I swallow every drop.
He pulls out of my mouth and falls to his knees beside the tub, the tremors of his climax still shaking through his body, his wings, his breath as he rests his forehead against the edge.
I slide back into the water, leaning over so I can kiss the top of his head, run my hands through his blond curls, nuzzle my cheek against the curve of his horn while the glowing strands of our bond pulse between us.
“Did the service meet your expectations?” I tease, and he glances up, crimson eyes sparkling and a devastatingly handsome smirk making a dimple appear in his cheek.
Dangerous, that look.
I could get addicted to it, if I’m not careful.
I could stay here in this beautiful realm if it meant seeing it every day. If it meant he’d look at me just like he’s looking now—like I’m the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen.