He swept his lips across hers, his kiss so achingly soft and tender that she melted into him, lost herself in the slow play of his mouth over hers, how the barely-there caress of them lifted her inside and made her feel as if she was floating, flying in his arms.
It was the opposite of what she had wanted, but gods it was everything she had needed.
He broke away before she was ready for him to stop and was a little breathless as he spoke, surprise lacing his words. “You did not feed from me.”
She stared at his mouth, starving for the feel of them against hers again, sure that she would never be able to bring herself to kiss another now. They would all taste like ashes compared with his honey and whisky flavour, that masculine sweet and smokiness of him the most addictive thing she had ever tasted.
“A kiss doesn’t always have to be about feeding a hunger, does it?” Although the kiss had fed another of her hungers, the one that had been riding her harder than her need to feed since the night they had met—the hunger to kiss him.
“It does not,” he murmured, voice dropping low as his eyes drilled into her mouth. “But if you need it to be…”
His heart gave a hard kick against her palms that told her how much he liked the idea of her feeding from him, and she couldn’t miss the impressive bulge that pressed against her stomach. The succubus in her said to take more from him, more than just a kiss. She could feed on him and be sated for days.
She pushed aside that desire and focused on him, on the need she could feel in him. That was enough for her, gave her a trickle of energy that brought her tank off the red line for the first time in months.
“I’m good for now,” she said, a lie she hoped he wouldn’t see through but one that had clearly been as plain as day judging by the way he looked at her.
“I am not the only one who looks tired.” He gently stroked the backs of his short dark claws across her cheek, a beautiful look of concern in his eyes.
He didn’t give her a chance to respond to that.
His mouth descended on hers, harder this time, and gods, his kiss was delicious, as intoxicating as the rest of him. She didn’t want to feed from him though, partly because she didn’t want to scare him away and partly because she feared hurting him.
He was strong, but was he really strong enough to handle her? If she lost control, would she kill him?
The thought she might had the urge to feed falling away, so shock swept through her when energy flowed into her through his kiss, with every sweep of his lips across hers. It was strong, had her head swimming and body heating, everything growing hazy as his energy filled her.
But a single thought, a startling realisation, pierced the clouds and hit her like a thunderbolt.
She wasn’t stealing his strength.
Somehow, he was giving it to her.
Tegan clutched her upper arms more tightly, his blunt claws pressing in as he deepened the kiss, destroying her ability to think and all her fears with it. She leaned into the kiss, her heart drumming as fast as his was against her palms, and sank into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her, caging her against his powerful body.
She tried her best to remain focused and in control, fear of hurting him rising each time their lips touched. She had seen what her abilities could do if she didn’t keep them on a tight leash and the thought of accidentally killing Tegan had ice forming in her blood despite the heat he poured into her with every brush of his mouth over hers.
He groaned.
Suki shoved against his chest and shot out of his arms, a prickly chill sweeping down her spine and over her arms, and her breath seizing in her chest.
She had hurt him. She cursed herself, picking the vilest one imaginable, fury sweeping in on the heels of it as she tossed a panicked look at Tegan, afraid of what she would find.
He looked so pained, his eyes glittering with it as he pressed one hand to his chest and reached to her with the other.
Her right hand flew to her mouth as her eyebrows furrowed.
What had she done?
“Come back,” he husked and stretched for her. “I need you back.”
It hit her that it hadn’t been a groan of pain.
It had been a moan of pleasure.
Suki released the breath she had been holding and smoothed her shorts and tank with trembling hands, her knees shaking beneath her, threatening to give out as relief crashed over her.
“You really should be going.” She hoped he bought that as the reason she had broken away from him and couldn’t see how shaken she was.
His dark eyes reminded her that fooling him was no easy task. They fixed on hers, so intense and focused that they rattled her as much as his kiss had.
She averted her gaze, stared at the sea and the sunset, not really seeing them as she gathered herself. Her nerves settled as he closed the distance between them, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into his soft caress as he ran the backs of his claws over her cheek.
“You are beautiful, Suki,” he whispered and her cheek blazed beneath his fingers, the solid one-two punch of his compliment and hearing him say her name for the first time in danger of knocking her out. She had never heard a man say her name before, and gods, she liked the way he said it, how it rolled off his tongue in a soft yet masculine way. His gaze drilled into her, as intense as ever, as if he was peeling away her layers, stripping down her defences to leave her weak and open to him. “I thought that the moment I saw you. You looked like a mermaid.”
She frowned and turned her face to him, needing to see what had made him think that.
He half-smiled as he shifted his fingers back, skimming them over her ear and sifting them through her hair. “It looks like the ocean.”
“It costs a fortune.” She grimaced. He was paying her compliments that had her heart turning to slush in her chest and all she could say in response was that the colour of her hair had her burning through her allowance each month? She gave him a tight smile. “Sorry. I’m not used to men saying nice things about me. At least not genuine things.”
His face remained soft, but his eyes darkened, a possessive light entering them. “Good. I do not like the thought of other males telling you that you are beautiful.”
He more than didn’t like it. He looked as if he wanted to murder anyone who dared to try it.
Which sent a thrill through her, one she knew she shouldn’t be feeling because it felt as if she was wading into dangerous waters and she might drown. Only she couldn’t bring herself to care. She wanted to drown in Tegan. With every small thing she learned about him, she fell deeper under his spell, felt more drawn to him than ever.
But there was so much she didn’t know about him, and what if those things were truly dangerous, liable to get her killed?
She had never heard of a man being able to give energy to a succubus before and he had done so against her will.
In that brief moment, he’d had total control over her.
And that terrified her.
He looked off to the horizon and growled low, clearly not pleased that the sun was nearing it now. She didn’t want him to go either, but maybe it was for the best. She had a lot to think about, and she needed some answers, and she could do neither of those things with him distracting her.
Although he was a beautiful distraction as he glared at the sunset as if he had the power to stop it from happening, to freeze time so they could remain together for longer.
“May I call you again?” He slid his gaze to meet hers.
She couldn’t help smiling at how formal he still was as she nodded. “You have to come and see me again.”
The black slashes of his eyebrows dipped low, forming a crease between them and narrowing his eyes on hers. “Why?”
Suki stepped up to him, tiptoed and whispered against his lips, “Because I’m already craving our next kiss.”
He reached for her, but she evaded him, twirling out of his grip and beyond his reach, stopping facing him.
“Next time.” She grinned at him and blew him a kiss.
He growled, the low wicked sound reverberating through her in a delicious way, frustration rolling off him as he stared at her. For a moment, she felt sure he was going to grab her and kiss her, her heart leaping into her throat in anticipation of another toe-curling kiss from him, but then a black abyss opened beneath him and he dropped into it.
She watched it as it rapidly closed, leaving perfect pale sand behind, and then twisted and sank to her ass. Her heart pounded, blood rushing. What was it about this demon that had her tangled in knots and flushed all over whenever she was near him?
What was it about him that allowed him to give her energy in a kiss?
Suki watched the sun as it reached the horizon, bathing the world in amber light, and brushed her fingers over her tingling lips that still tasted of him.
He was branded on her soul now, and she felt as if she was never going to be the same again. She already craved his kiss, ached for the feel of his strong arms around her, and the lush baritone of his voice in her ears. She was beginning to believe the myths about his kind were true.
Shadowed males were dangerous.
Dangerously addictive.
CHAPTER 10
Tegan was standing on the beach again, in the same spot and at the same time when he had left it. Only it wasn’t the beach and it wasn’t Suki cutting through the water with an elegant and captivating sort of grace.
It was a dream.
He was deeply aware of that as he watched her swimming, his gaze following her long strokes through the calm sea, her bare curves just visible beneath the clear water. Her colourful hair held highlights of gold in the tangled wet strands that were slicked back from her face, and droplets of water on her face sparkled like diamonds.
The urge to go to her, to strip off and swim with her, was strong, almost overwhelming in its force, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she mesmerised him, enchanting him just as she had the night he had met her.
And when he had passed time with her on this beach in reality.
Her head swivelled towards the shore and a hot wave of need rocketed through his blood and lit him up inside as her eyes landed on him. His breaths shortened as she stared at him, holding him captive, a slave to her.
She rose from the water, her turquoise and blue hair falling in tangled ribbons over her bare breasts, teasingly concealing them from his eyes as they breached the placid surface. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his mouth as the need she ignited in him burned hotter, had his breaths coming faster now, his heart pumping harder as all his blood rushed south.
Suki was a mermaid made flesh as she walked towards him, a sway in her hips that lured his eyes down over her dangerous curves as they were exposed to him. Her eyes remained locked on him, demanding his do the same, as if he could stop himself from staring at her as she waded towards him, the water sluicing from the flat plane of her stomach, rushing over her hips, revealing the neat thatch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs, and then the slender lengths of her thighs.
The ache to touch her grew so fierce he couldn’t breathe as he willed her to come to him, on the verge of begging her to put him out of his misery and let him kiss her again. He wanted to taste her again, had been thinking about that kiss all night, all through dinner and afterwards when he had been trying to read.
He had been thinking about it until the moment he had fallen asleep on his bed whilst reading.
And now she was here.
And he would give up his kingdom for a chance to kiss her again.
His cock stiffened, painfully hard in his leathers as she left the waves behind and sauntered towards him, every naked inch of her glistening with droplets of water that he wanted to lick and kiss away so he could taste the salt on her warm skin.
He groaned and palmed the bulge, trying to find some relief as she slowed her pace, taunting him just as he thought she would hurry into his arms. His breath stuttered as he imagined his hand to be her delicate one and rubbed himself, barely resisting the urge to grind against his palm as his need flared hotter, turning his blood to molten fire in his veins.
Her green-to-blue gaze dropped to his hand and darkened, the desire that shone in it beckoning him.
His female needed.
On a low growl, he closed the distance between them, swept her into his arms and seized her mouth in a hard kiss. She moaned softly, the sweet sound stirring the powerful need to please her that crashed over him, stealing control of him. His female needed and he would do all in his power to ensure she found the pleasure she desired.
He tucked her to his chest and scanned the beach, froze as his eyes landed on a smooth slab of rock near the shore, one that rose to waist height. He teleported there and leaned her over the rock, covering her with his body. A groan tore from his lips as her legs fell open and his hips slipped into the cradle of them. Her knees brushed his bare waist, scalding him with the heat of her, with the thought of where he was nestled.
The need he could feel in her grew, tugging at a part of him that demanded total obedience, had him aching to satisfy her, as if his life depended upon her finding the release she needed.
He broke away from her lips, loath to leave them but aware she needed him elsewhere. He swore he would kiss her again later, would take his time over it, savouring the way her lips brushed his and how she teased his with her tongue, tracing it over his lower one to drive him mad.
His hands shook as he planted them against the rock on either side of her waist, entire body trembling as need flooded him, an explosive combination of desire to please her and a desire to find some relief of his own. It had been too long since he had taken a female, and gods, he wanted to be inside her, but her pleasure came first. Every instinct he possessed demanded that.
Tegan lifted his right hand and brushed the tangled threads of her damp hair from her breast, groaned low in his throat as he revealed the dusky peak and it stiffened, dark against her pale skin.
He gently stroked his fingers over the pert bead.
She shivered and moaned, arched towards him as her face contorted, her breath leaving her in a sweet gasp.
He dipped his head and captured her nipple, suckled it slowly, swirling his tongue around it as he supported himself on his right hand and used his left one to brush her hair from her other breast. He pinched that nipple, eliciting another cry from her as her need rose, her breaths coming quicker.
He was the one who moaned as her hands tangled in his hair, twisting the lengths around it, and gripped it fiercely before releasing him. His entire body quaked as she skimmed her fingertips over the sides of his head, stroking the base of his horns. He tried to focus on what he was doing but it was impossible as she teased him, had thrill after thrill tripping down his spine, ratcheting up his need to find pleasure with her and pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
“Suki,” he groaned, warning her that she was destroying him with that soft and teasing touch, was liable to push him over the edge.
She didn’t repent.
She curled her fingers around his horns and gripped them, a brief flash of her strength that had lightning striking inside him and a growl peeling from his lips.
His female was strong.
Demanding as she steered him lower.
He gently removed her hands from his horns, because he wanted to pleasure her, to give her the relief she needed, and it was impossible to focus on that when she was driving him wild.
She huffed and pouted down at him when he looked up the glorious length of her body.
He chased it away by dropping kisses on her stomach, easing lower with each one.
A wicked smile replaced it.
Gods, she was incredible as she reached her arms above her head, draping them over the rounded rock, baring herself to him. Trusting him.
On a low growl, he pressed his palms to her inner thighs and opened them, revealing he
r feminine core. It glistened with the desire he could feel in her, need that pounded inside him, and he couldn’t hold back the low snarl that rolled up his throat as he stared at her pink softness.
“My female needs.”
He felt those words should shake him, but all he experienced was immense pleasure as he stroked his thumbs up her plump lips and scented her desire, felt her tremble beneath his caress and heard her gasp.
He eased her legs further apart, not wanting to hurt her with his horns but unable to stop them from flaring as he slowly closed the distance between them, as awareness of what he was about to do drummed in his blood.
The first stroke of his tongue over her flesh had her jacking up off the rock.
“Tegan,” she gasped, thighs quivering against him.
He groaned and licked her again, unable to get enough of the sweet and warmly-spiced taste of her that continued here, drugged him and had him aching for another fix. He wedged her thighs apart and devoured her, drinking down her cries of supplication as she pressed her feet against the rock and raised her hips to meet his tongue.
The weather shifted as she strained for release, as her pleasure rose. The world darkened, the wind buffeting him as waves broke against the rock, washed around his knees where they pressed into the sand.
He didn’t care.
Neither did Suki.
She rocked against his face, seeking more that he gave to her as he swirled his tongue around her pert nub, tasting her desire. He stroked it with the flat of his tongue, teased it with the tip, and caressed the length of her, from her core to her bead, relishing every cry that burst from her lips, every plea and demand for more. The scent of her desire grew heavier in the stormy air, the need he could sense in her reaching a crescendo.
He stroked a finger over her slick flesh and shuddered as he breached her core with the tip and pressed deep into her. Her heat scalded him, had his aching shaft kicking against his trousers as she gripped him, so hot and tight that he almost came just from the feel of her gloving him.
He growled against her and pumped her with his finger, careful not to hurt her with his short claws. She tightened, ripping another groan from him as she pushed her hips up, riding his tongue and his finger, a wanton and beautiful sight as he gazed up at her.
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