Let’s Get It On
SLADE
I have to shake my head a little to clear it when she asks me to come up with a safe word.
The heat travels up my body to my face as every word I’ve ever learned flies out of my mind, leaving me fumbling.
She smiles softly, making my chest tighten with affection, and I lick my lips.
My cock is pulsing with excitement as she hovers over me, her body soft yet firm against mine. “Ummm…”
“It should be something you won’t accidentally say if you’re a bit out of your mind.
” The raven-haired woman strokes her fingertips over my chest lightly, setting it on fire with need.
“But you only need to say it once if something is uncomfortable or is unpleasant. That stops everything and will lead to the care you need to come down out of the headspace you’re in. ”
I’m inexperienced, but not totally na?ve; however, her gentle guidance makes me feel so very safe.
“How about… coda?” I blush as I look up at her through my lashes. Music is my life and I can’t think of anything better than using the terms I know like the back of my hand.
Morgana beams, brushing her lips against mine before she lifts and says, “Perfect. If you say coda, I will know the piece has ended. Very fitting, my darling man.”
My hands come up, hesitantly resting on her hips as I meet her gaze. “Now what?”
The husky chuckles that escape her lips make me shiver. “Oh, now we play, Slade. And I want you to make sure I know what you like, what drives you wild, what makes your soul sing for me…Don’t hold back.”
A small whimper shudders through me as her lips trail from my mouth to my jawline, the soft sensation tempered with tiny nibbles from her human teeth.
There’s a lot she’ll learn about sirens and sex that I can’t exactly explain, but I don’t think the woman currently leaving light marks on my neck will be shocked.
Morgana is obviously very confident with intimacy, despite the obvious abuse her ex subjected her to.
“Your skin is soft,” she murmurs as her nose brushes behind my ear. “I love these pretty scale patterns. They’re delicate, yet beautiful, like you.”
That makes my eyes flutter closed as the pleasure from her praise floods my veins. I’ve always worried that a lover who isn’t aquatic would find it weird and off-putting, but my mate just soothed that fear without even realizing it. “We’re very, um... very… sensitive.”
“I can feel that.” Her tone is amused as her weight drops onto me a little more.
She’s not fully on top of me; no, she’s holding herself close enough to touch but not completely resting against my frame.
It makes me realize how fucking strong she must be to stay in a plank position as she explores my shoulders and the base of neck. “Do you like this, darling?”
“Yessss, but…”
“But what, lovely?”
“You can use sharper teeth. We like it.”
A delighted sound reverberates against my skin, then I feel the sharper incisors scrape over me as a low hiss echoes in the room. This is her gorgon side because that’s Desi declaring her presence. “I love that, baby. Tell me more.”
“The bars. Play with them? Please?” I whine plaintively as her chest brushes against mine. “ Please, Morgana.”
Her fangs scrape over my collarbone, a soft humming sound reverberating over my skin as she takes her time moving down my pecs to the place I want her desperately.
“A favorite, mmm? Is that why you got the bars, darling man? So they’d get hard inside of your shirt and make you feel good when you didn’t have someone to touch them for you? ”
Fuck, she’s smart.
I swallow hard, nodding, then I remember I’m supposed to voice my thoughts out loud. “Yes. The sensitivity is higher and I love it, especially when something turns me on, but I can’t have it.”
Her head pops up, the knowing smile on her face sexy as hell. “Ahhh. You got them after you and Iggy became roommates. It lessens the need for the snooty professor who gives you mixed signals all the time.”
“How… how did you…” I pant my surprise when her fingertips flick over my piercings briefly. My dick twitches and my feelers squirm, wanting to touch her so much it makes me whine again. “Yes. Creepy, I suppose.”
“Maybe…” Her eyes dance as she twists the bars and I moan low. “But I understand. Iggy’s hot and he’s very good at arousing people with his charisma. I think he’s hiding a very delicious cock under those tight suit pants, too.”
My face turns red and I look away as I mutter, “It’s fucking gorgeous and he definitely knows it.”
“Such a bad boy, my darling. You’ve seen him naked and didn’t say a word when he pranced about.
” This time, she twists harder and the sound I make is foreign to me.
It feels good enough to make my hips rise and grind into the space between us eagerly.
“But I can forgive it because that man has been teasing you for a long time without making his move. It will come, but you’re mine first. That’s his loss. ”
Holy shit, if she keeps talking like that, I’ll definitely cum before we fuck.
“He’s not… he won’t…”
Morgana makes a tsking sound as her mouth lowers to my chest, pausing just above where I’m dying for her.
“Trust me, baby. He wants to but has no idea what the hell he’s doing or if you’re game.
For all his ego, Ignatius Briarton is ridiculously unaware that you reciprocate his feelings.
But we’ll work on that after I’m satisfied you’re completely mine. ”
My dick throbs and I wriggle eagerly, arching my back. Morgana has just made it very clear I’m a bottom, and that submission makes me totally out of my mind. “Please, Madame. Please. ”
Before she puts her mouth on my nipple, her eyes flick up to mine and they flash with her gargoyle, then her gorgon side.
The colors of her inner monsters shine for a moment, then she sucks the steel and skin hard enough to get me bucking beneath her.
She didn’t tell me to use that name, but I can tell how much she likes it.
Her scent has filled the room, and I guarantee she’s dripping beneath her clothes.
The thought of making her so hot is sexy as fuck, and I desperately want to please her until she gives in and takes me.
“Slade…” she breathes against my skin. “You’re perfect, and no one will ever tell you differently again. I’ll skin them alive and watch my venom turn them to stone before I let someone outside of our family lay a finger on you.”
“Out-outside?” I gasp as her mouth works down my chest towards the place where I’m aching to be touched.
“Mmmhmm.” Her tongue flicks over my belly ring playfully before she responds. “The boys can play with you if you’re all interested. I enjoy seeing my men find pleasure and love if they are so moved. But no one else… ever. The matebond in our family is ours and no one else’s.”
Somehow, that turns me on even more.
Pre-cum leaks from my dick at her words, and when she nuzzles my tattooed pelvis, I shudder again. “You are the perfect mate, Morgana. Anyone who doesn’t see that is the biggest fool in all the realms.”
Looking up with a slow, satisfied grin, the only woman to hear my song without being entranced inhales deeply. Her eyes close for a second and she says, “You smell like the ocean, darling. It’s intoxicating.”
I dip my chin, panting a bit as she hovers so close. “Our… semen… smells like the ocean. It tastes—” My words are cut off by Morgana’s lip closing around the head of my cock, and all I can do is moan loudly when her tongue laps up the moisture leaking from it. “Uggnnnnhhhhh.”
She hums, making my hips buck up to encourage her to go further.
I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my entire life, but it only gets better as her warmth slides down my shaft.
Morgana traces the suckers as she goes, and I grit my teeth.
By the time her chin is within reach of the tentacles, I’m making sounds so needy that I barely recognize myself.
I am definitely, without a doubt, hers.
As she slides up my dick, then down, building a leisurely rhythm to the tune she’s using to buzz sound over me in a symphony of pleasure, I grip the comforter in my fists.
I’m trying not to do anything she hasn’t instructed me to, but I want to bury my fingers in her hair badly.
The lone snake bobs back and forth, looking at me hungrily as my mate sucks me so thoroughly that I’m fighting off a wave that wants to crest inside of me.
“M-Morgana…. madame… oh fucking goddess…”
That’s when the sharp fangs scrape me and I know she must have drawn a tiny bit of blood because the rest of her hair transforms before my eyes.
The sight is both powerful and awe-inspiring, but I’m surprised to find it doesn’t frighten me.
No, the vision of my mate’s gorgon features only enhances my desire and I arch into her mouth, begging her to give me more without words.
She speeds up her pace and my eyes squeeze shut, letting her guide me to the edge over and over.
It’s like she can sense when I’m about to lose my ability to hold back, and when it gets close, she slows down.
The nibbles, licking and sucking are softer, and the orgasm ebbs just enough for me to regain control.
After a few times, I’m just lost in the feeling of being controlled completely and all I can do is whimper, moan, and babble my pleas for her.
That’s when she lets go of my cock with a soft ‘pop’, and my eyes open, seeing her grin up at me predatorily. “Such a good boy, Slade. You’ve never done this before and you did it exactly right. Do you feel how sensitive you are now?”
The light breath she blows over my dick almost pushes me off the cliff and I murmur her name in a benediction. “Morrrrgannnnaaa pleeeeeeeeeaseeeee.”
“Please, what, darling?” she practically purrs.
“I need you to fuck me so badly,” I say as my entire body vibrates with desire.
My mate looks delighted, and she moves off of me immediately.
The loss is almost devastating, but I watch her remove the rest of her clothes and methodically fold them.
I’m aching with need, damn near salivating for her as she puts a knee on the end of the bed and crawls up my body slowly.
The minute her pussy brushes over my cock, I moan loudly.
My hips hump against her; I can’t stop them.
I’m so damn close that it’s just shy of painful, but I won’t displease her.
“Now, my darling,” she says as her hand closes over me, squeezing lightly as she holds me in position. “I’m going to fuck you and you may do whatever you need to… but do not come until I say. Understand?”
My head bobs as she moves me to her entrance, the slickness there coating the head of my dick exactly like I knew it would. “Yes, Morgana.”
The second I slide inside of her, stars flash behind my eyes and I know that I’m home.
Her pussy grips me and I let the siren part of me loose.
She gave me permission, and I’m going to make her feel as good as she’s made me feel.
The suckers work over her, including spots that draw snarls from her throat.
My ticklers wiggle eagerly and, though I’ve never done this before, my instincts take over.
They stimulate her clit until she rocks over me, her pace picking up as the things I worried would make me repulsive to other supes drive her wild.
“Sl-Slade, holy goddamn fuck ,” she growls as her gaze meets mine and she slams down onto me. “That’s… holy shit. I mean, you’re made to… mother. fucker. ”
My gut tightens as she rides me harder and faster, the sounds of her pleasure enhancing my own. When I get close enough that I’m worried I won’t be able to stop, the plea escapes in me in a lilting melody only my kind can wield. “Please, may I come?”
The soft, short song makes her eyes flash possessively, and she bares her fangs at me with a dark grin. “Yes, my darling. Now you're fully mine.”
The last thing I see is her darting for my shoulder with a chorus of hisses and light explodes as our bodies fall over the edge together.
I’m hers…