“Payne,” she moaned and he grunted again, his fangs lengthening.
He wanted to bite her.
He growled. He wanted it so much that it became a fight between denying his need to come and his need to sink his fangs into her. He hadn’t promised not to bite her. He could do that. Not very submissive of him but she was killing him. She quickened her strokes, moaning each time she took him back into her moist heat.
There was a flaw in his plan.
If he bit her, he would definitely come.
He groaned through a tight throat and she pressed her fingers into the ridge below his balls. Mercy. Payne bucked into her, unable to stop himself, and she squeaked out a moan. He liked that. She sounded as far gone as he felt. He thrust hard again, tearing another cry from her.
“Don’t come,” she said breathlessly. “Touch me.”
Payne writhed and moaned beneath her. She was asking too much now. The markings on his forearms were flushed in blue and gold and it was slowly progressing up his arms. Much more of this, and he would have her flat on her back, her legs over his shoulders and her screaming his name.
She grabbed his hand and forced him to comply. Payne stroked her clitoris as she rode his cock. She was so wet, slippery with arousal, desire for him. He stared at her, watching the pleasure flitting across her beautiful face, absorbing all of it and using it to assuage his need to feel pleasure of his own in the form of release.
“More.” She threw her head back, beautifully wanton, her breasts thrusting upwards. He wanted to touch those too.
His balls tightened, semen rising again.
He squeezed her clitoris.
Elissa shrieked and jerked forwards, her head hitting his breastbone and hot breath fanning his chest. Her inner walls sweetly clenched him, sucking him deeper into her hot core, luring him into releasing himself. Everything male in him roared, telling him to roll them over and take her. He expected to crumble and do just that, but then she pulled herself up and rewarded him with a slow kiss.
All of him purred in response and she didn’t stop him when he settled his hands on her bottom, holding her to him, and kissed her back. Sweet reward.
She sat back on him and his cock ached and throbbed, painfully hard inside her. She lowered her mouth to his chest, kissing and licking, swirling her tongue around his nipples. Payne could scarcely breathe when she moved back, reached behind her and tugged on his balls again. Witch. He swallowed and told himself this brief flash of painful pleasure was enough. She had sworn not to give him pain but she seemed content with it when it came in this form. He was content with it too.
She wriggled on him and fondled his balls, rolling them in her fingers. His cock pulsed but he held back, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from coming.
“You need another reward.”
He was nodding before she had finished her sentence.
Elissa smiled. “Touch my breasts.”
Yes, Ma’am. He was there in a heartbeat, cupping and kneading her breasts, feeling the hot weight of them in his palms. It was easy to shift his focus to them. He thumbed her nipples and then pinched them between his forefinger and thumbs. She groaned and he moaned with her. It wasn’t so easy when she did that, tensing around his cock at the same time.
“Touch my...” She tripped on the word and he smiled and lowered his hand but didn’t touch her. It seemed his sassy witch had her limits.
“You want me to touch you where?” he said, teasing her.
She blushed and couldn’t look at him. Beautiful. She had spent the past few hours dominating him, detailing wicked things she would do to him, and her innocence could still come to the fore and make her cheeks flush. They darkened another shade and he wanted to touch them to feel their heat.
Wanted to bite her to taste her blood.
“Tell me where,” he whispered, coaxing her into finding her voice. He wanted to hear her say it and he wasn’t going to obey a half-spoken command. “Order me.”
Her silvery eyes flicked to his. “Touch my clitoris.”
He groaned. He couldn’t remember a woman ever saying these sorts of things to him and it was wreaking havoc on his control. He touched her where she had demanded, fingering her clitoris, watching the bliss dance across her face and feeling her quivering around his cock. He pulsed inside her and she moaned, louder this time, the sound deliciously wanton and dirty.
He wanted to feel her without the barrier of the condom. He wanted to possess her as she had possessed him.
Bewitched him.
“Payne,” she whispered, a nervous note in her voice. “Your markings.”
He knew. Gold and blue. He lifted her off him. “Playtime is over. Touch me.”
His voice was hoarse and tight and he hoped that she obeyed. She pulled the condom off and hesitated. He was about to bark an order at her to give him release when she delved her hand between her legs, gathered her warm juices and slathered his cock with them. Payne groaned. Sweet mercy.
Elissa wrapped her hand around his cock. He groaned, closed his eyes and tipped his head back.
“Harder.”
She tightened her grip and gave a swift stroke as she moved to kneel over him, one leg between his thighs. She set a quick pace with her right hand, up and down his shaft, beautifully tight and merciless. Her other hand grasped his balls, rolling and fondling, tugging occasionally to add another level of pleasure. Each stroke of her slick hand that rubbed her essence into his flesh almost had him losing control.
Payne tensed and fisted the sheets, every muscle going as rigid as his cock. He grunted and thrust into her hand, unable to stop himself. His hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet her downward strokes.
He opened his eyes and looked down the length of his body to her. Her eyes met his and her stroke faltered. He knew what she saw. His incubus side. His eyes were swirling, vivid blue and gold, and his markings were matching them. He couldn’t control the urge to use his charms on her, to make her give him pleasure. His attempts to tamp them down failed and even though he knew that they didn’t affect her, he still tried to resist using them on her. She didn’t like it when he turned on the charm.
The way her pupils dilated and her strokes hardened said that she might have been lying about not liking it when his incubus side made her see herself doing things with him. He still wasn’t sure how that worked. It had to be her magic picking up on his desires rather than his incubus influencing her. Whenever he had given in to it around her, he had been imagining touching her in some way. Not the normal course of events when he used that part of himself to charm women. Normally it was more like releasing pheromones and them reacting to it, not him picturing doing wicked things with her and them seeing it play out in their mind.
“Don’t come.” She sounded breathless. Was she picking up the images spinning through his head?
He nodded, willing to play her game still because he had discovered he enjoyed the pleasure he received from obeying her and denying himself to satisfy her.
It was a delicious sort of torture.
It thrilled him.
“Elissa,” he moaned and she moaned too, the sound increasing the pleasure he felt as she touched him. He forced the back of his head into the mattress and arched, struggling to contain his growing hunger. He wanted to feed. Wanted inside her again.
He imagined that he was buried deep in her hot sheath, her riding him, her chestnut hair tumbling around her shoulders and her eyes bright with desire, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of his cock. He groaned and she moved faster, longer strokes that made him gasp in pleasure, sent bliss flowing through his blood, heating him and sedating him at the same time. More. He needed more.
He pictured himself rolling her over and pumping her, lavishing her breasts with kisses and licks, grasping her hips as he plundered her and ruined her to all other males.
Made her his.
He saw himself sinking his fangs into her breast as he sank his cock into her
body.
“Come,” she said in a shaky whisper.
A hot rush swept over his thighs and he jerked his hips up and grunted as his seed shot up his shaft and spilled onto his stomach. His legs quivered and stomach trembled, balls tingling as Elissa tugged and squeezed them. Payne had never experienced anything like it, a full body orgasm that had him melting into the bed, shaking all over and barely able to breathe.
Elissa breathed hard too and when he opened his eyes and looked at her, she was visibly trembling and her lower lip was red, worried by her teeth. She smelled aroused, on the verge of release herself. She frowned at him, hunger in every line of her face.
She looked as though she was struggling for control.
“You were right. Your incubus side is dangerous,” she whispered and sat back, releasing his softening cock. She pressed her hand to her chest. Her heartbeat thundered in his ears. “Is it always like that?”
“You saw what I was thinking... my desires?” Payne held her gaze and she nodded. He shook his head and lied through his teeth. “I think it’s a witch thing.”
She seemed to accept that answer.
It was easier than telling her the truth.
He had thought he had found his mate once, because he hadn’t been able to control her fully and his incubus influence had been dampened somehow. Now he knew that he had been wrong.
He stared at Elissa. Beautiful. Enchanting. Bewitching.
Beyond his control and influence.
What she saw in her mind whenever he thought about making love to her was the result of a connection between them.
A bond.
She was his mate.
But would a beautiful witch like her ever want an abomination like him?
CHAPTER 8
Elissa stood in the middle of the cramped shower cubicle, hot water cascading down her bare body and soapy suds following the wake of the sponge gently circling along her right arm. Bliss. The fact that the water was hot and cleansing had nothing to do with that feeling running through her though. The source of it was the part-incubus vampire standing behind her, lavishing her with attention by washing her.
It had been his idea too.
Her mind turned over everything she had already learned about Payne. He was a man who tried to hide everything about himself from the world but he wasn’t doing a very good job of it around her. Elissa liked that. He had said that he hadn’t indulged in intercourse in a very long time and that had pleased her, but it had also filled her mind with more questions and they were eating away at her. She wanted to know why the man behind her, pressing his delicious firm body into her back, his penis nestled against her backside, hated part of himself.
There had to be a reason.
Elissa took the sponge from him, turned and applied it to his chest, working in circles to clean him. He sighed and she had the feeling he had never done this before either. She would have thought that an incubus would have experienced a shower with a woman before. It was probably high on their list of places to have sex with their conquests.
He was tense beneath the sponge.
Elissa gave him time, slowly easing away his tension and using the opportunity to learn more about his body. She couldn’t resist working her way behind him so she could see his fae markings again. They shimmered cool grey and blue with accents of purple. She didn’t know that one.
“Contentment?” she murmured as she stroked her fingers down the symbols on his spine and froze when she realised she had said it aloud.
“Something like that.” Payne’s deep voice was loud in the tiny cubicle. She couldn’t believe that he had answered and hadn’t tried to pull away from her or stop her from touching him.
Was he enjoying it?
She continued to clean his back, gaze following the suds as they coursed over his muscles. Would he answer more questions?
“Why do you deny your incubus nature?” she said, tense from head to toe and afraid he might turn on her now.
He didn’t.
“I used to enjoy and indulge that part of me but I grew weary of it.” He braced his hands against the tiles and hung his head forwards. The jet sprayed against his back, showering her in fine mist. She settled her hands on his back to reassure and comfort him. The markings had remained the same colour as before but she watched them, monitoring them for a change. “I no longer gain excitement from seducing women or using my powers. It feels as though women only desire me because of the out of control incubus part.”
Elissa felt sorry for him. “It must have been difficult for you to live in a world of vampires when you have fae blood in your veins.”
Payne tensed and his markings shifted to reveal patches of black and red. She knew that one. She slipped her arms around his chest and pulled him away from the wall, coaxing him into standing again. She grabbed the shampoo, squeezed a dollop onto her hand and tiptoed to work it into his messy dirty blond hair.
“You don’t have to talk about it.” She massaged his scalp with her fingers and he lowered himself so she could reach him more easily. She smiled at that. It seemed he enjoyed being fussed like this.
“I almost left the vampire world once.”
Elissa frowned at that. “Why? You seem to prefer your vampire side to your incubus one.”
She worked lower, scrubbing the shorter hair at the back of his head.
“I had a mate once.”
She froze and stared at the back of his head, her fingers paused against his scalp. Oh. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. This was just a one night deal. Wasn’t it?
Did she want more from Payne than one night?
“Why did you stop?” he said and when she didn’t answer, he turned to face her, rising to his full height. His eyebrows knit together, causing his dark grey eyes to narrow, and he looked as though he wanted to smooth his palm across her cheek to reassure her. He ducked his head under the water instead. “I had a mate once but it only lasted a brief time. She was beautiful and I loved her... but she didn’t like my vampire nature.”
“She didn’t love all of you?” She couldn’t contain that one.
What sort of woman would love only part of Payne?
He ran his hands over his hair, slicking it back and shook his head. “She was fae and you know what they can be like.”
“She thought you were tainted by darkness because you were a vampire.” Elissa knew all about fae and their stupid rules. They were worse than witches. Fae had a rule about everything, especially vampires. They hated them more than witches did. At least witches had a reason to find vampires dark and objectionable.
As far as Elissa knew, vampires had never tried to exterminate any of the fae species.
“She wanted me to turn my back on that part of myself and my family... and she almost convinced me to go along with it, but I don’t feel I belong in the fae world. I’m closer to my vampire roots than my fae ones, despite all the shit that has happened to me.”
“What happened?”
He sighed and leaned his shoulders back against the tiles. “I asked her to love me as I was, a vampire first and foremost.”
Elissa knew from the pain surfacing in his eyes that it hadn’t ended there and it hadn’t ended well.
Payne closed his eyes and his markings shifted again, turning shades of black, purple and blue. Was that hurt?
“What did she do to you, Payne?” Elissa laid her hand on his cheek and he opened his eyes and looked down into hers. Red edged his irises but he still looked lost and wounded.
“She knew my real name.”
“Mother earth! She didn’t?” Elissa couldn’t contain her shock. Her heart went out to him and she had her arms wrapped around his neck before she could even think about what she was doing. He surprised her by looping his around her waist and crushing her against his body. He was trembling.
He turned his head and settled his cheek on her shoulder. His voice dropped to a low, hoarse, wounded whisper that conveyed the terrible depth
of the pain in his heart. “I hated her... I hate her.”
He growled and Elissa tightened her grip on him with one arm and stroked his back with her other hand, hoping to soothe him. His fingers pressed hard into her lower back, clutching her to him so desperately that she wanted to cry for his sake, because she knew that he was crying inside, wounded beyond repair by the woman he had loved.
She had tried to use his name to enslave him.
Mother earth, no wonder he had been so reluctant to submit to her tonight.
No wonder he was so messed up about his dual nature.
She lowered her head and kissed his strong shoulder, pouring her heart into each press of her lips, wishing they would take away some of his pain and his suffering.
If she had known what that bitch had done to him, she never would have asked him to submit to her. She would have done things differently.
Elissa held him, feeling him shaking in her arms. How could someone who had claimed to love him do something so terrible to him? The woman must have known that Payne was at war with himself, unable to accept his fae blood for some reason. Yet she had tried to make him reject his vampire side, the one part of himself he was comfortable with.
What his mate had done to him was abominable and inexcusable, but Elissa knew it wasn’t the reason he felt he brought only pain to this world. Had something even more terrible happened to him in his past?
“You’re getting cold,” she whispered against his damp shoulder and turned off the water. “Can I ask you something and will you answer honestly?”
He drew back enough to rub his face but not enough that she could see what he was doing. Had she made him cry by bringing up his past? The thought that she might have made her feel abysmal. He cleared his throat and stood, no trace of tears in his eyes.
“Go ahead,” he said, sounding composed and emotionless. His markings were dull grey again. She was beginning to get the impression he could school them as easily as he schooled his features.
“Why did you agree to do this with me?” She had never felt so nervous about posing a question. She stood before him, naked and shivering, afraid that he would tell her he had done it to further his connection to his inner incubus so he could get the ring.
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