“I smell that,” Cas ground out blackly. “Fuck, I want to taste you.”
Then do it. Do it now. Stop making me wait. You don’t need my tutorial. You’re a bloody Incubus.
She moaned softly as she continued to work herself over. In the past several years, she’d pleasured herself many times in the privacy of her small attic room. But nothing had ever felt like this. She was on the verge of exploding, but inside and out—both in body and in mind.
“Stop, Elia.”
The command was deep and lust-filled, and had her freezing mid-rotation. Her eyes opened.
Casworon’s face was a mask of hard angles, demon heat and fury. Before she could ask him what was the matter, he commanded her to please him further.
“I want your fingers inside your pussy now,” he demanded roughly. “I want you to show me how deep they can go. How deep I can go.”
“My lord,” she breathed.
“And you will call me Cas from now on.”
Her gaze held his. She nodded, her heart squeezing with pleasure as her body roared with unquenched need. “You will call me Lia.”
For a moment, it seemed the wheels inside his mind were churning, thinking…
No. No… She couldn’t have that. Abandoning her clit, Lia slid her fingers down and thrust them up inside the slick, hot channel of her body.
A gasp of pleasure broke from her lips. “Oh, yes. God, yes.”
A growl rent the steamy air. It was otherworldly, pained, yet predatory. His demon was back. In control. She was safe.
As she slowly rode her fingers, her moans grew more and more anxious. She wanted deeper. Needed to get deeper. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“It’s my turn now,” Cas announced, sitting up. “My demon’s turn.” His eyes were pinned to her pussy, watching intently as her fingers thrust in and out of her body. Then a frighteningly sexual snarl escaped his lips and he reached out, grabbed her hips and licked her from top to bottom.
The feeling was so shockingly wonderful, Lia thought she would lose her footing right there.
“I will hold you,” he whispered against her soft pussy lips. “Put one foot on the edge of the bathtub. I want to watch you fuck yourself while I eat you.” His eyes lifted. “Lia.”
Her hips jerked in response, but she quickly did as he instructed. Instantly, Cas was on her, his tongue slashing through her lips to taste the swollen clit beneath. Lia groaned at the exquisite feeling, and started thrusting once again.
This was madness. The best kind, she thought. The only kind she would ever need. Cas’s mouth on her, his large hands gripping her as he swirled and stroked her. Nipped at her clit, then flicked it back and forth until she cried out. There were even times when his tongue made contact with her fingers, and he would groan with hunger as he lapped at her arousal.
Lia knew she wasn’t long for this moment in time. It was all too much, too perfect. Moaning, trembling, she squeezed the inner muscles around her fingers as Cas drew her clit into his mouth and sucked. She wasn’t ready. Not for it to end. She wanted more…she needed him…
But a dam can only hold so much water before it breaks.
Wide open.
A cry rent the air. Her cry. It ripped from her throat as her sex exploded with heat and the pulse of deepest pleasure. Cas was all over her, licking, sucking, groaning with hunger and desire as she rode his mouth to the most intense climax of her life.
Time fell away in those moments. Her mind was a cloud, her body, heat and blood, raw nerve endings. Her heart so full and happy it wanted to burst through her chest and offer itself to the male beneath her.
Beneath…
She wasn’t sure how she stayed standing on one leg, but she had to assume Cas was holding her. Though she didn’t feel it. And her eyes refused to open.
Then she was being lifted out of the tub and set on the rug. Cool air washed over her skin before a towel was wrapped around her. Then she was being lifted again.
“Cas?” she uttered, hoarse. “Where…am I going back?”
His laughter was highly charged and lethally erotic. “I’m taking you to bed, Lia. Where I’ll dry you off, then get you wet all over again.”
CHAPTER SIX
He cared nothing for his own hunger.
The pain of having no release shuddered through him, and yet all Cas wanted was to taste her again. Her scent, her climax, it had filled him with such pleasure. Unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He didn’t understand why this female captivated him the way she did, the way she had. But he knew, as he placed her on his bed and gently dried her legs and feet, that when dawn came tomorrow morning he wasn’t letting her go.
She would belong to him.
Perhaps not as Vipera’s female or Jian’s or Devil Gravori’s. He couldn’t have that. His name belonged to another—had since he’d been born. But he could give her…
What? What, Master Trevanion? What can you give her?
“I need you.” Lady Elia—Lia, as she wanted him to call her—was gazing up at him with eyes so liquid and heavy, his cock leaked at the tip.
Never had he wanted anything more than to be inside this amazing female. And when she reached for him, opened her arms to him, he melted into her. Covered her body with his own. And kissed her.
Oh. Bloody. Hell.
Kissing was another amusement he usually denied himself, and the females in his company. It had seemed trivial, pointless. Too personal for a hot, impersonal fuck. But with her, with Lia, it felt vital. Sacrosanct.
Her arms went around his neck and he groaned as he tasted her. Her lips were so soft and full, and just like the lips he’d devoured not five minutes ago.
Irresistible.
“Lia,” he breathed against her mouth.
She smiled. “Yes?”
“You make me feel…” He growled.
“What?” she asked him. “I make you feel what?”
He brushed his nose across her nose. “That’s it. You make me feel.”
For one brief moment their eyes locked, and something unspoken passed between them. An understanding, perhaps? A hope? A wonder? And then she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed herself against him and kissed him once more.
Hot, wet pussy riding the base of his shaft. Now, the demon inside him roared. Take. Feed. The beast had been impatiently waiting, so hungry.
It was time.
His mouth plundering hers, his tongue playing with hers, Cas reached between their bodies and fisted his cock. The thing was like steel. Fuck, he couldn’t wait. Tight, hot, sugary-sweet walls milking him. He positioned himself at the slick entrance to her sex, nearly howling with longing.
“Please,” Lia begged, canting her hips.
Without another word, Cas drove up inside her and held.
Lia gasped, cried out, gripped him tighter and bit his lower lip.
Fuck, he snarled. Pulling out, he waited a moment, then drove back in—this time to the hilt, until his scrotum was flush against her backside.
Heaven. Pure paradise.
She pulled her mouth from his then, her eyes opening and finding him. “Don’t stop. Don’t play with me. Don’t go slow. Just…please…”
“Tell me, Lia,” he commanded. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Cas,” she said, circling her hips, then thrusting upward. “Hard.”
Cas laughed at her audacity, but the sound came out as more of a snarl. She was hot as summer, tight like a fist, and moving like a temptress, and he was past emotion and feeling now. He wanted to claim her, send her into climax and feed from her sweet, erotic, addictive energy.
Teeth gritted, he started to move, deep, slow strokes to her womb. Her legs tightened around him and her nails dug into his back. Every thrust made him growl. Every feminine, throaty moan made his cock weep. He could feel her walls pulsing against him as they prepared for orgasm.
Not without me, female.
Not without the beas
t.
He took her mouth again, plunged his tongue inside to taste her, while his hips ground against her and his cock pistoned over and over. The rush of blinding pleasure was rising, rising, nearly overtaking him. And then she ripped her mouth from his and screamed, her walls vibrating and fisting and milking his cock until he couldn’t bear it another second.
Pounding into her, he came in an explosion of heat and electricity. He was nothing and everything. He was filled, overcome. He knew emotion through fucking and he would never want anything else.
And it was all because of her.
Her.
With sudden concern, he rolled to the side, taking her with him. He held her tightly against him, protectively, forehead to forehead. For long seconds, their breathing was interlocked, then Cas lifted his head and found her gaze.
Warm, satiated green eyes stared back at him.
“I have no words, Lia,” he began. “That was…”
She nodded, understanding at once. “For me too,” she managed.
“I am so glad you came here with me.”
“I’m so glad you asked.”
“This night has been surprising to me. I will remember it always.”
A flash of something moved across her face. Discomfort. Or was it unease? He asked, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Maybe I should go…?” she began.
“No.” The word sounded gruff and absolute. To further make his point, he wrapped his body around her and held her tight.
She laughed and snuggled into him. “Okay. Not right now, then.”
He kissed her ear and whispered into the soft shell, “No. Not now.”
Then to himself, he added: Not ever.
~
Lia woke with a start, her eyes seeing only the white pillow in front of her. At first she wasn’t sure where she was, but then she felt it all around her—the magic of the Incubi. Her Incubus. It was heady and luscious, yet grave and problematic. Her gaze shifted to the windows. The many windows that made up one entire wall. The sky was no longer pitch. And she was in Master Casworon Trevanion’s bed. In his arms…
Oh God.
Her heart lurched. She’d slept for hours. Too many hours. Momentarily alarmed, she reached up and touched her face. No scar. And no pain in her leg. She still had time. But by the look of the gunmetal sky, not much.
But how exactly did she manage this? Disentangling herself from him without waking him up? And she couldn’t wake him up. That would be the ultimate disaster. What if he asked her to stay—demanded she stay? Dawn would break as she was convincing him she had to go, and the truth would be revealed.
Just the thought of Cas seeing the real her had Lia moving. Swallowing hard, she slowly eased one heavy, muscular arm off her waist, then sort of crab-crawled the rest of the way off the bed.
The moment she stood up, her feet to the wood floor, she felt cold. Wrapped in Cas’s massive body, she’d been perfect. The male gave off so much delicious heat. He gave so much everything…and she would never feel it again after today. A lump formed in her throat. She pushed it away. There wasn’t time for that. Or a point to it. Days, weeks, months—that wasn’t what she had wished for. Just a night. One night to know him, to experience him—to hold on to him.
The ball gown was a bear to get on and fasten, but she managed, sans corset. Lord, if she had her way, she’d never wear one of those again. Or the shoes. Her feet were desperately sore and tired. Slipping on a pair of riding boots that had been outside the closet door, she gave the male in the bed one last look. He was so beautiful in the gray light, his strong features softened by his sleep. She had an urge to run her fingers through his hair one last time, but cursed her foolishness and left the room.
As she stole out of the greenhouse and hurried down what she hoped was the path to the castle, she wondered how far she would get before the spell would be broken. It was cold, and there were strange sounds all around her. She had traveled maybe a quarter of a mile before another sound—a male voice—met her ears.
“Lia!” he called.
Oh, God. She stopped and glanced around. Cas. Where is he? He sounds far away. He must be far away. Panic surged into her and she turned and started running. Toward the coming light. Toward the moors. Toward something she recognized. Something that would get her— “Lia!” he shouted again, his voice a demon’s call, fierce and demanding. “Lia!”
But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. He wouldn’t see her.
She ran. Hard and fast until she could barely catch her breath. Onto the moors and deep into the gorse where she hid.
Until dawn broke.
And the spell with it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Shoes and a corset, my lord?” Pennice stood over Cas’s desk in his private office in Trevanion Castle. “That is very little to go on.”
Cas glared at the Watchman. He’d been up since dawn, riding the moors, looking for Lia, wondering why she would leave his bed—leave him. “You have her description,” he ground out, setting down his pen. “What she was wearing. That she was traveling from here. Are you opposed to a little detective work, Pennice? Because I would be happy to find your replacement, if that is the case.”
The Watchman didn’t answer. In fact, he was devoid of all panic or fear over losing his job. Instead, wonder glazed his expression. “Was everything to your liking at the greenhouse? Barring the fact that the female left…on the early side.”
Growling, Cas returned to the paperwork on his desk. “It was fine.”
“I’m glad, sir,” the male said, a grin in his tone. “Though I have to say I was surprised to get your message last evening. I don’t recall you ever…entertaining at the greenhouse.”
“Pennice,” Cas ground out. “You are forgetting your place.”
“My lord, I never forget it, I assure you.”
“Then stop fishing for details I will not be sharing with you and do your job.” The command was punctuated with a frustrated, worried heave of breath. Where was she? Why had she gone? Stolen away before the sun was even up? It had not been something he’d ever considered. That she would walk out on him while he slept. Had he been too rough with her? Too demanding? Or was it something worse…like not wanting to be with him? Or… His nostrils flared and he groaned softly. Was she already claimed by another?
“You will find her, Master.”
Cas’s eyes flipped up to his Watchman. “You’re still here?”
The male continued, “That won’t be the problem, however.”
“What the devil are you talking about?” Cas narrowed his eyes, leaned forward. “Do you know something, Pennice? About this female? Who she is?” A snarl erupted from his throat and he jerked to his feet. “If you do and you are not revealing—”
“What I know is that you care for her deeply,” Pennice stated, stepping back a foot. “More deeply than you ever believed you could. And I hope that if you find her, you will share that with her. Let her see your heart.”
His heart. That muscle he’d believe dead. Or at the very least, inactive. Cas’s quick ferocity waned.
“I only wish to see you happy, my lord,” Pennice said gently.
Bloody hell… The male was a thorn in his side. But a loyal, true and good thorn. And a thorn he would never remove. His gaze held the Watchman’s. “If I find her, my friend,” he began in a thoughtful tone. “I will make certain that both of us have—”
“A happily ever after?” Pennice finished.
A smile touched Cas’s lips. “Inasmuch as that’s possible for an Incubus.”
“And for a Watchman such as myself,” he added with a touch of melancholy.
Cas waved away the suggestion that because Pennice cared for males instead of females, he wouldn’t find happiness. And love. “Go,” he ordered. “Send the messages to everyone we know. Report back at day’s end.”
“Yes, Master.” He turned to leave, then paused. “If I may ask, what of the Lady Gemma?” He glanced over hi
s shoulder, one brow raised. “And worse, what of the Lady Kayna?”
Cas sat back down and laced his fingers, looked past Pennice to the open door. “I said it once upon a time. Things will and have changed. I am Lord and Master. I don’t think I quite understood what that meant until now. I will govern as I see fit. And I will choose who governs beside me.” His eyes shifted to the Watchman. “Now off with you, my friend. I have much work to see to.”
~
Exhausted, yet strangely keyed up, Lia smoothed down the comforter on the bed, gave the room a once-over and left the blue guest chamber. It wasn’t standard for her to be given chambermaid duties. Ms. Gilly normally used her in the kitchens, ballroom and sitting rooms. But today when she’d clocked in, the housekeeper had informed her that one of the maids was ill and Lia would be standing in for her.
Pushing her cart down the hall, she paused at the door of the next chamber she was scheduled to clean. The cruel irony of it was not lost on her—or her heart. Not four hours ago, she was in his bed. Not this one of course, but his bed nonetheless.
Inhaling sharply, she gave the heavy door a solid knock, and when she got no response entered. Of course he wouldn’t be in here. It was day. He worked on the estate and the business of the Incubi Masters in his offices on the main floor. Closing the door behind her, she allowed herself to take in the massive and very rustic space. Brown leather dominated, as it had at the greenhouse. And wood, many different kinds, made up a desk facing the window, a table in front of the couch—and the bed.
She went over to it and stared down at the rumpled sheets. Was this how the bed at the greenhouse looked right now? Her skin warmed, and the muscles between her legs flexed. Without thinking, she reached for one of the pillows and brought the thick, white mass to her nose. She inhaled deeply, and as his scent rushed into her nostrils, every inch of her went liquid.
How was she to manage this? Her feelings? Her desires?
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