Chapter Twenty-One #3
“Nice try, Remi,” she said. “Reverse psychology? Now who is manipulating who?”
He stroked his fingers along the back of her fist and continued down her arm. She fought a shiver as his eyes followed the path of his hand, tickling over her shoulder, and crawling up her neck, under her hair.
He cupped the back of her head. “You know, I think I’ve got you figured out now, Skye. I know why you’re obsessed with me and my band, and it has nothing to do with the bargain or saving your wings.”
“Oh yeah,” Skye said between clenched teeth. “What is it then?”
His thumb traced over her jaw, back and forth.
“You’ve latched on like a leech to my band because you’ve never been a part of anything.
You’ve never had a purpose besides taking souls.
Your pathetic attempt at being band manager, at fixing the tour that’s destined to fall apart, all of it.
You like it. You like feeling needed, wanted.
You like feeling like you matter. Because the truth is you’ve never mattered to anyone in all your life.
I haven’t seen Zara and Laurie for weeks.
You don’t have any other friends. Your mom is dead, and did you even have a dad? ”
“Shut up,” Skye said, nostrils flaring.
Remi’s eyes glinted with malice. “Oh, did I touch a nerve?”
“You don’t know shit.”
Remi shrugged one shoulder, and his thumb ghosted over her bottom lip. “What? Did Daddy not give his little girl everything she wanted?” He curled his lip and sneered. “Or was it Mommy who couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge your existence?”
Skye scowled. Her fist tightened around his chains, which were still in her palm. She yanked on them until they dug into his neck. “Stop, Remi.”
“Or what, Skye?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve already ruined my life. What could you possibly threaten me with?”
Skye shook her head. Hellfire blistered under her skin, heat pooling in her core. She was so fucking angry. So fucking over this. So fucking—
“I’m so fucking sick of listening to your bullshit,” Skye said and shoved him until he tumbled back, bouncing a little as he fell onto the couch.
He glared at her as he propped himself up on his elbows, but it melted away as Skye started unbuttoning her shorts and shimmied them off her hips.
“What are you doing?” he asked, breathless.
She pushed against his shoulder until he was lying flat on the couch and threw her leg over his head, leaning her elbows on the arm of the couch to lower herself on top of his face.
“Putting your mouth to better use.” Circling her hips, she ground her fabric-covered pussy over his lips.
Remi groaned and mouthed her through her panties. He ran the back of his pointer finger along the edge of the lace, hooked the middle, and pulled it to the side until she was exposed to him.
His arms curled around her thighs and pulled her closer.
She felt his breath tickle against her core.
She couldn’t believe he was just going to do this without some smart-ass remark.
Fuck, maybe she should have just been letting him eat her out all this time.
Maybe Remi was just a little brat who needed to make a meal of her cunt to feel like he was winning.
The press of his lips as he kissed her clit ripped a moan from her, the anticipation alone making her thighs shake.
Soft, teasing kisses were planted along her outer folds.
The cold metal of his lip ring sent shivers through her as it ran across her sensitive skin.
His tongue flicked out once along her clit.
She sucked in a breath as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He licked her in earnest, flattening his tongue and circling around and around the aroused nub.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
She was just starting to lose herself in it, when the bastard stopped. He tilted his head back to look up at her, upside down.
“Come on, rock star,” Skye said, panting. She reached down and twisted her fingers into his hair, yanking at the roots to put his mouth back where she needed it. “Or can’t you make me come? All that groupie sex make you too selfish to finish the job?”
Remi’s smirk faded into something vicious and angry, a war playing out in his eyes. He slid his hands up the backs of her legs and squeezed her ass, jiggling it in his palms. His eyes fluttered shut and his tongue darted out, going back to licking her clit.
“Good boy,” she whispered.
He spanked her ass twice in quick succession, hard enough Skye knew there would be a handprint there. The sharp pain of it made desire throb in her lower stomach. Magic tingled through her veins, and she couldn’t stop her tail from materializing as the pleasure broke her control.
Remi hummed in excitement, his fingers finding her tail and caressing it with a gentle touch. Skye’s toes curled, and she flung her head back and writhed on top of his face.
She yanked on his hair again, just to hear his groan of pain.
It rumbled through his body and against her skin.
Grinding her hips down, she took what she wanted from him.
Her entire body clenched, pulled taut as her orgasm crested in the distance, but the wave of pleasure shattered before she could reach it.
Remi pulled back and laughed.
“No!” She dug her fingernails into the couch. “Asshole, what the hell?”
His chuckle was a soft puff of breath on her slick heat. “Beg me to make you come.”
Skye scoffed. “No.”
“Then get off me.”
“No.”
“Then I guess I’ll just keep doing this. I’ll just keep you on the edge of coming until we both die,” Remi said. His fingers stroked up and down, over her clit and outside her entrance, too light and too slow to bring her back to the pinnacle.
She shifted and arched and tried to get his fingers to enter her, but he resisted all of her movements.
Arrogance gleamed in his eyes as Skye looked down at him between her legs. He kissed her thigh. “Is there something you need?” he murmured. His tongue swirled once around her clit as his fingers dipped inside her quickly before retreating again.
A deep throbbing ache pulsed in her empty core. He continued to push her to the edge, only to pull away again, licking in slow, maddening circles.
Skye tried to disguise her breaths and hide when she was close, forcing herself not to tense just before the orgasm built—
He smirked and leaned back, pulling his mouth away from her again.
His fingers found the base of her tail, and Skye released a strangled and embarrassing whimper.
She didn’t have the coherency to magic her tail away, and Remi was using it to add to his torture routine.
The soft caress of his fingers twirling around the sensitive skin of her tail sent sparks of heated arousal through her lower body.
She should just leave. This was not part of her plan, except…
It was, wasn’t it? Hadn’t she wanted to let Remi feel like he had power over her? So why was it so goddamn impossible to pretend? Anger fizzled in her veins, and pride, so much goddamn demon-motivated pride.
She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. “Please.”
Remi pressed his cheek to her thigh. “What was that? Did you say something?” His faux-innocent eyes blinked up at her.
“Please,” she bit out. “Please make me come.”
Remi grinned. His hands skated up her body and tugged her top down until her breasts were exposed. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them as he nuzzled his face back to where she needed him the most. His tongue lashed against her clit, licking and sucking.
One hand thumbed her breasts as the other trailed down her torso and settled between her legs.
Two fingers stroked along her entrance, and Skye gasped in relief as they plunged inside her.
His other hand moved from her breasts to tease the base of her tail, the area somehow connected by a string to the pleasure spot inside her body.
Skye’s legs trembled as she tried to hold herself up, her tail flicking back and forth uncontrollably. His incessant teasing had already worked her up to the brink.
Their gazes connected, and Skye tried to look away. She wanted to shut her eyes and take back even a little bit of power, but she was trapped, stuck in the quicksand of his ice-blue eyes. Pleasure tickled up her spine in recognition of something she didn’t know, didn’t understand.
Her body jerked, and she moaned as she rode the ecstatic wave of her orgasm as it washed over her. She pressed her face into the arm of the couch to muffle her moan.
A flood of humiliation swept in the second the bliss receded, a twisting sickness in her chest that made her woozy.
Remi kissed the inside of her thigh until she managed to gain enough dignity to move off him.
He stood beside the couch, and his fingers gathered her hair and tilted her head so she was forced to look up at him. Skye was powerless against his movements.
His parted mouth glistened with her arousal, and his blue eyes darkened, almost like his shadows blinked into existence as he stared down at her, delirious with need. Hunger.
He didn’t break eye contact as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock, then stroked it.
His other hand held steady at the back of her head.
Her shirt was still yanked down below her breasts, and her stiff nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt as he pulled her close and kissed her.
Their tongues fought one another with the same passion that they usually reserved for their bickering.
His teeth scored her bottom lip, biting until a coppery taste filled her mouth.
The smooth, hard heat of his cock pressed into her belly. She tried to reach down to grab it—watching him break apart in her hand might allow her to regain some semblance of control—but he stopped her.
“Come here,” he said.
She allowed him to crowd her toward the table.
“Turn around,” he said.
She pressed her lips together but obeyed, turning and planting her feet wide on the ground. Draping her upper body over the table, she arched her back the way she knew he wanted her to.