Inevitable (The Curse of Avalon Book 2)

by Sariah Skye

  “No matter what I do…” I repeated, forming my own smile, still gliding backward as he stalked me. What started as a nervous instinct to dart, turned to a playful game of hard to get. I squinted, while coyly biting my bottom lip. I gasped lightly, as Trystan backed me gently against a wall. But instead of panicking I sucked in a breath, anxiously anticipating the suggestive body language—the headiness of his stare, the deep, lustful red rimming his green eyes, the brazen smile—of the Scottish incubus as he stalked me

  Pinning one hand against the rough wall behind me, he flattened the length of his body against me, effectively trapping me against the wall. “That’s right. Not. Letting. Go.” Each word was staggered as he eased his lips closer to mine.

  I sighed deeply, as Trystan swept a kiss on my cheek. The world around us spun out of control, but Trystan was in front of me. Stable. Firm. Here.

  And I realized…

  “You really aren’t going anywhere are you?” I asked in a tiny voice, awareness finally ringing clear in my befuddled mind.

  “No, lassie. I’m all yours. We are all yours, for as long as you want us. Aye?” He grazed tiny kisses against my cheek, tracing his way down my neck.

  “Aye…” I repeated, fighting to keep my heavy lids from sliding shut and totally succumbing to Trystan’s kiss and eventually, his body.

  But why was I still fighting? I reached one hand between us, frantically searching for the gem under the dress. Pulling it out by its metal chain, I gripped it reassuringly, it’s shape pressing an outline against my skin.

  Just give in, Ava…

  I don’t know if it were the stone, the voices from Avalon, or my inner monologue, but where I once wanted to panic…

  …Now I wanted to give in.

  I laughed slyly, wrapping one arm around Trystan’s wide shoulders, and pulling him closer to me. Trystan abandoned my neck and peered curiously in my face as I grinned flirtatiously, a cautious tilt to his brow. My lips sought his hungrily, and he responded feverishly, a groan rumbling from the back of his throat as his tongue probed my lips apart. My own moan was stifled as he kissed me passionately, his large hands roaming over my upper body, but hesitated at my sides. I pulled away just long enough to chuckle.

  “I thought you were a boob man?” I kidded.

  “Oh, aye…I am. Just don’t want to freak you out,” Trystan said, his voice low as he kissed the side of my mouth.

  “You won’t as long as you unzip the dress first,” I whispered into his ear.

  His head snapped upward, as if he wasn’t sure he heard me correctly.

  “I rather like it; I’d rather it not get torn.”

  Trystan grinned widely. “Oh. Aye.” Without waiting for me to spin around, Trystan reached around my neck, found the zipper, and quickly yanked it down as far as it could go. The cold wall was a stark contrast to the soft fabric, but he remedied that by grazing his hands over my bare skin and pulling one strap to the side. His breath hastened as he exposed my upper body —pink bra and all— and pushed the dress down over my stomach, over my hips, and finally it fell to the floor. His eyes scoured over my nearly-naked body with interest—no, desire—and hooded as they roved over my nearly-naked body, lingering on my nipples that poked through the lace and satin of my bra.

  My first reaction wanted to be to shy away, but a warm zephyr came from nowhere, smelling of heady musk, and gently tickling my skin, washing away my insecurity. You don’t need to be shy, Ava.

  He clearly wants you—look at him.

  And I did. I didn’t even let it register the weirdness of the voices in my mind. Because I wasn’t crazy; it was confirmation from Avalon—the isle—that it was okay. I was okay.

  I grinned, secretly satisfied at the effect I was having on him. I set my hands on my hips and cocked them to one side, tossing my braid over my bare shoulder with a quirk of my shoulder. Trystan let out a low whistle, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He lifted his hand, brushing the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip, jutted out in a sexy pout.

  “Well? Are you afraid?” I asked tauntingly.

  “Afraid?” He asked incredulously, chuckling.

  I raised a brow; his giggle was high pitched. “You are afraid…”

  “No!” He said quickly, as I wrapped my arms bashfully over my chest. “Well, I am a little but not for the reasons you think.”

  I snorted. I’m sure that wasn’t sexy at all but, it was my honest reaction. “You’re an incubus. You’d think that this,” I said, motioning between us, “would be second nature.”

  Trystan clutched my hand and pulled it up towards his lips. “If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t be. Afraid.”

  My mouth fell open in shock. “You’re kidding?” I turned to spin out of his sight, but he gripped me firmly by the shoulders, pressing me against the wall again. I gasped, the forcefulness of his action surprising, but not unwanted. My breath hitched, as his face hovered over mine.

  “You have to remember, lassie,” he said, his voice husky. His chest heaved, rising and retracting against my breasts, causing a heated friction that tingled my taut nipples, straight to my core. “With anyone else,” he continued, “all we have to do is just be there. We don’t have to be impressive; the magic takes over. The curse. We could go for five seconds, and it’d be the best sex she’d ever had,” he explained breathily into my ear, his voice vibrating against my neck, and stoking the internal blaze even hotter. “With you, the curse has no effect. With you, it’s just us. No magic. I have to be good if I want to make you climax.”

  “Climax?” I said, feeling my pores tingle at his words.

  “Aye. Climax. Get off. Come.”

  I nodded slowly. “Well…there’s always next time if nothing else,” I said, giving him a flirtatious wink.

  “Oh, there will be a next time either way.” And he was kissing me again before I could retort. It wasn’t gentle, or tender. It was hard and probing, his tongue pressed in for entry and thrashed against mine. His hot body was stark contrast to the cold wall, and the sensations warred inside for a moment, causing a brief shiver. Before long, the heat of desire took over, spreading over my shoulders and chest, paying close attention to the apex between my thighs, and curling my toes. My hands descended furiously underneath his T-shirt, overcome with the need to spread my fingers over the rough planes of his muscles. His hand roamed over my ass and gripped my thigh, lifting and wrapping it around his waist. I moaned lightly, arching my back into him, finding the rock-hard mound in his pants with my core.

  Trystan broke our kiss, hissing through his teeth as his head lolled backwards. “Oh god…”

  Pleased with his reaction, I tipped my hips upward a bit more, rubbing myself against him and he groaned. The world around us spun as need claimed me, and my skin hummed with sensitivity, desperately needing him. I slipped my hand over his hard length, still constrained in his pants, and palming him through the fabric.

  I watched as his eyes fluttered under his eyes, clenched shut. “Avie, I either need to take you now, or take a cold shower; and if you don’t stop that, I’m not going to last long at all.”

  Grinning, I squeezed my hand lower, over his balls, causing his considerably-sized cock jump against the zipper, as well as the rest of him. “What’s stopping you?”

  “My incredible restraint,” he stammered, panting heavily as I kneaded him in my palm.

  “Don’t restrain,” I commanded breathlessly.

  “Aye.” He shoved my hand away with a strong swat and pinned my arms to my sides with both hands. His strength was surprising, as he gripped me tightly and lifted my body up. Both of my legs wrapped around him, giving my clit better access to him and I began thrusting myself against him, needing to feel friction.

  Trystan muttered something in Gaelic, clutching me by both asscheeks against him. He kissed my lips furiously and carried me over to the bed on the floor, letting go only long enough to push one of the curtains aside. Setting me down underneath him gently on th
e bed, he perched his tall body over me, completely trapping me under him.

  I sucked in a breath, feeling a buzz inside my mind. Panicked, I reached for the chain around my neck, searching for the stone.

  Trystan lifted it from beside me on the bed, just beside my left breast, and dangled it above me. “This what you’re looking for?”

  I nodded, as he set it in between my boobs. I was relieved knowing it was there. He moved his hand to the right, slipping under the cup and massaging my breast; heavy with the need to feel his touch, the nipple beading underneath his masterful fingers. With his free hand, he grazed his fingers up my arm, clutching the strap of my bra, and pulling it down, releasing the other breast. I gasped deeply as his mouth lowered, tongue darting around the free nipple before he sucked in deeply. I whimpered as the pleasurable shot of gently pain shot straight to my clit.

  Lifting my head out of curiosity to watch, I grinned as he masterfully played with my breasts, favoring one with his mouth, gripping the other with his hand, rolling and pinching the nipple before switching. The cold air would make me gasp before he replaced his mouth and fingers. I sat up slowly to reach around to unhook my bra, but he swatted my hands away.

  “Let me,” he said, his voice husky, scooting his body up several inches to reach the hook and clasp. My bare breasts grazed against his warm chest, welcoming warmth of his skin against mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation as need completely overtook me.

  He peeled the bra off expertly, tossing it aside on the floor. Trystan mumbled in Gaelic, lowering his lips to the soft spot under my ear, and kissing with intensity. I moaned, trembling underneath him.

  “I love to see you like this,” Trystan said, as he kissed across my jaw, grazing his lips over mine.

  “Like what?” I asked, my breath hastening with the intensity of his kiss.

  Trystan grinned, breaking the kiss away just long enough to respond. “Hot, bothered, and pinned underneath me.” His lips were on mine once again, and I felt the world spinning around us; everything but Trystan was blurry beyond comprehension. It was like being drunk, only without any of the nausea. Just a warm buzz, tingling deep inside. It was much better, instead of the sharp pangs in the back of my head that indicated my magic was about to go out of control. Instead, it was a steady beat, quickening with my racing heart. I could swear that mist and intoxicating fog surrounded us, but it was probably the lights going fuzzy in my eyes. The feeling was positively blissful and moaned into Trystan’s dizzying kiss.

  My body trembled underneath him as I felt like floating, but I was kept anchored to the bed by Trystan’s rigid body. I wasn’t going anywhere, despite my mind’s insistence. Every pore thrummed with need, every nerve on fire, and as my arms tightened around his shoulders, pulling him down until he was completely over me. I scratched my nails along the long length of his back, pausing at the dip just above his round ass, clawing anxiously at the hem of his shirt. “Off. Now.”

  “Whatever you say, luv.” Trystan lifted himself off me, still straddling my pelvis. He peeled his shirt off quickly, throwing it at the end of the bed.

  I licked my bottom lip as my hands roved over the ridges of his stomach, eyes raking over Trystan’s unbelievably sexy, all-masculine body. I tried to recall the men I’d been with before him—and my mind came up blank. They were nothing compared to this fine specimen. I grinned, as I reached my hands up, splaying over his thick chest.

  He’s so fucking hot.

  I didn’t believe I’d said the words, but Trystan was taken aback. Surprise rang over his handsome face, followed by a grin of satisfaction. “Oh, just wait. The best is yet to come,” he said, with a salacious wink.

  “Please,” I said, my breath raspy. Beads of perspiration began to form between my eyes, and I shut my eyes, a sudden wave of dizziness coming over me. My eyes flew open, worried about the magic getting loose again. “Not sure what’s…wrong with me,” I said, squirming underneath his legs.

  Trystan raised a brow. “Oh, I do.” He smiled widely and leaned over my breasts once again. He licked and sucked each nipple, before trailing down my stomach, licking and nibbling as he trailed lower, pausing briefly at my panties—I was so aroused I couldn’t even remember to be grossed out by the word—and bit at the lace band with his teeth.

  I bucked against him, arching my back, panting hard. “Oh my god…”

  Trystan dipped his tongue into to fabric, and barely grazed the top of my clit.

  I cried out, feeling pressure build and ebb between my legs, especially as he moved lower, over the fabric, kissing my pussy through the cotton barrier.

  “Trys…I can’t…just…” I panted helplessly. I’d never felt this out of control, this helpless before. I pried my eyes open to look at him; he gazed up my belly at me. His eyes hefted with lust, and I noticed a sexy, playful smirk play across his lips, as he ceased his torment of my center.

  He rose on his arms, his muscles flexing as he eyed me carefully. “Something wrong? With the magic?”

  I half shrugged, half trembled. “I don’t think I’m going to blast you, but…”

  “Hmm…” A thoughtful smile danced across his mouth, as he held himself up with one arm, and grazed a hand over my clit, placing tense pressure at the wet, swollen bud underneath my panties.

  I gasped loudly, thrashing under his touch.

  “No…you’re not going to blast me. However, you are going to come. Real soon,” he said, his voice low, as he flicked another finger against my crease.

  “Please!” I cried out between breaths.

  Trystan rolled off me, and my body immediately protested at his absence. I shuddered both from the slight draft of chilly air against my bare skin, and from the insane pulses of arousal that thrummed through my body.

  I’d told Summer I’d never had an orgasm I didn’t give myself until Mathias went down on me that time a couple of days ago. That time, I was reserved; afraid of what my magic would do to him. I kept my yearning reigned. This time, I felt freer, the drumming sound I heard on Avalon seemed to be in the back of my mind, urging me on. Which should have been strange but somehow it was just…comforting.

  I watched with incredible interest as Trystan torturously unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoving them all too slowly down his body, revealing black boxers. “Are you sure, Ava?”

  I nodded furiously, feeling my breath raspy against my dry throat. “Yes…please. As long as we don’t have to worry about gross things like babies or diseases, just do it.”

  Trystan grinned. “Ah, well as you know pregnancy with an incubus is pretty fucking rare. I don’t think we have to worry. Just in case, Bash whipped up a potion for that; we’ve all taken it just in case. No babies here—for now. As for diseases? Our bodies kill anything long before it’s a problem. So no worries.”

  “Okay,” I said, relieved. “For god’s sake man, fucking take off your boxers!”

  Trystan tucked his fingers in his waistband, shimmying his hips a little to the side. “Just so you know, Ava. Normally, I like to be in control. But because this magic has messed with you so, and you’re clearly so…needy, and so am I, I’m going to oblige you. This time.”

  I nodded furiously. “Fine. You’re in control.”

  Trystan pushed the boxers down, leaning over to get them down to his ankles, and kicked them aside. When he stood therein all his naked glory, I beamed. He was honestly amazing; so much more than the brick shithouse of a guy I’d met at the Stargazer.

  The guys I’d dated before—and had been intimate with—weren’t bad to look at. But they were nothing compared to Trystan and the other guys. And it wasn’t because they were incubi—the magic didn’t affect me like that. They were gorgeous, and what was even better? They were mine.

  All thoughts of others—past and present—flew out of my mind when I saw Trystan, standing next to the bed, his all his commando glory.

  I. About. Died.

  Of course, he walked around nearly naked all the time.
Normally hidden by his boxers, the deep V of his pelvis dipped downward, now it was on prominent display, surrounding a large erection. I didn’t think he was as big as Mathias was—but it didn’t matter. It would clearly get the job done. I imagined he’d fit well in my hand, and then some.

  I beamed widely, glancing him up and down. “Very nice.”

  “Nice? I’ll show you nice.” Trystan deftly jumped on the bed, straddling me with one knee on either side, the tip of his cock rubbing against my upper thigh. I had to fight the urge to move down lower, to grind against it, but Trystan had me stuck; I wasn’t moving. With one swipe of his hand, he pulled down the cotton undies, and they gave a small tearing sound as they caught under my ass. Ignoring it, he yanked them down my legs and tossed them away. I’d protest generally—they were some of my favorites—but right now, I didn’t care. My heart slammed against my chest, anxiously waiting what was to come.

  Trystan pressed his hands to my thighs, and pried my legs apart, opening myself to him. He bit his grin and leaned forward. My breath hitched at the anticipation, but he didn’t enter me. Yet. However, he did place a series of intense kisses between the folds, focusing on the taut bud between them. His breath was warm and just added heat that was already there.

  I moaned, rearing against his mouth. “Trystan…” I uttered breathlessly.

  “Just making sure you’re ready,” he said, winking at me, while his tongue still mastered my clit.

  “I’m ready. I’m so ready!” I pleaded.

  “Good.” Trystan gave one last, long suck, causing me to cry out, and rose to his knees. He took himself in his hand, stroking himself gently once or twice. Making sure he was ready, or just taunting me, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. It was so hot, as his eyes rolled back, and he growled from the back of his throat.

  He leaned over, still clutching his thick length in his hand, and positioned himself me. I spread my legs wider, beckoning him to hurry up and fill me. “Next time, Ava, luv, I will taunt and torture you over and over again until you’re on the brink, stop, and start again, until you cry out for me. Over and over again. But this time—just this time—because we’re both so ready, I’ll go easy on you. Just this once.”