“I want you in me, now,” I said desperately.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He moved his mouth up to nip my earlobe, which made me shudder with lust. He released my wrists and slid one of his hands under my shirt. “First, I’m going to enjoy every inch of your body. Tonight, you’re going to come around my tongue.” He kissed me, moving his tongue in and out of my mouth in a way that had me so hot I would have begged him to take me now if I were still capable of speech. When he took his mouth away from mine, I let out a little whimper of protest. “Then, you’re going to come around my fingers,” he said, grazing my nipple through my lacy bra. The sensation had me pushing my chest forward to get more contact, but he denied me again. Removing his hand from under my shirt, he lifted one of my legs and bent his knees slightly so he could press his erection against my aching pussy, rocking his hips into me. “Finally, I’m going to make you come around my cock.”
“Oh, Goddess,” I groaned and practically collapsed against his body.
Dylan carried me into the living room and settled me on the sofa before quickly stripping off my jeans and panties. Lifting my panties to his nose, he inhaled deeply and shuddered. “I can’t wait to bury my tongue inside you.”
If it was possible to die from arousal, I was a goner. My body was coiled tightly in anticipation of his touch. Dylan sat me up and knelt in front of me before spreading my legs and flicking his tongue across my clit, teasing me even more. My toes curled on the carpet as his tongue returned to toy with my clit, alternating between long strokes and short flicks. The alternating strokes kept me on the edge of orgasm, and then he switched to a circular motion that had me arching off the couch to get more contact with his tongue. When I was about to explode, he replaced his tongue with one finger and then slid his tongue inside of me, stroking the walls of my pussy until I came undone, screaming and clamping my thighs around his head.
When the spasms of my orgasm finally ended, I looked into Dylan’s blue eyes, which were now clouded with lust. His hair was messy, and his talented mouth glistening with the proof of my arousal. Dylan licked his lips and shuddered. “You taste so fucking incredible, I could go down on you for hours,” he said in a voice rough with desire.
“I need your dick,” I told him.
“Not yet,” he said with a shake of his head. “Remember what I told you? Next, I need you to come around my fingers, but I think I’ll enjoy that sweet pussy at the same time.”
I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm like the one I’d just had, but Dylan’s tongue gently coaxed my clit as his fingers moved inside of me until I was rocking against his mouth again. My succubus side felt Dylan’s arousal swirling around me like a drug, feeding my own lust, and making me crazed for more. It wasn’t long before my body was tightening around Dylan’s fingers again as my climax neared. Dylan’s fingers hit just the right spot as he sucked my clit into his mouth. That was all it took to make me come completely undone again.
This time, my orgasm only made me want more, and I was desperate to have Dylan’s cock in me now. I tugged at his hair to pull him away from me. “You said after that I could have your cock. I need it now.”
Dylan chuckled at my needy plea. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Maybe I should make you come around my tongue another time before I give you my dick.”
That’s when I decided to beat Dylan at his own game. While the wrist cuffs muted my power some, I was still a succubus and seduction was in my nature. Dylan’s cocky grin faltered when I licked my lips and dropped my gaze to his chest. I ran my hands up the front of his shirt, enjoying the way his nipples hardened under my touch. My hands continued up to his shoulders and caressed their way down to his biceps. It was then that I looked at him and saw him swallow hard. His composure had definitely slipped, and I was gaining the upper hand in this game. Dylan stood and took a step back to put some distance between us.
“Why would you want to deny us what we both want?” I asked with a pout.
Dylan swallowed, and I knew he was having trouble remembering why he’d wanted to tease me more. I might not need any of my succubus powers at all to get what I wanted.
Reaching one hand down to the front of his pants, I gripped his erection, loving the way it twitched in my grasp. Dylan groaned, and his head dropped back. “Why don’t you just fuck me against the wall?” I asked with a seductive purr. “Or, you could bend me over the arm of the sofa. Don’t you want to feel me around your cock?”
“No,” Dylan said with a shake of his head. “You are not taking control.” He pulled my hand away, an act that obviously took great effort on his part. Actually, he was so hard it probably hurt to take my hand away from him.
“Wanna make a bet?” I asked.
Dylan just chuckled. “Not this time. If you can’t behave, I’ll have to use a binding spell on you. I won’t lie. I’m kind of hoping you don’t behave because I really like the idea of tying you up with my magic again. Thinking about my power sliding along your body makes me hot as hell.”
A shudder ran through my body, because I loved how it felt when he bound me with his magic, too. It was intimate on a level that most couldn’t understand. It was tempting to beg him to do it, or to push him into it, but I wanted him inside of me far too much to play games.
Pulling the power from inside of me, my own arousal increased, and I drew on that arousal. When I touched on my succubus powers, I could see the tendrils of lust flowing from my body and swirling through the air like strands of silk. With my wrist cuffs on, those tendrils were duller shades of red and slightly transparent. Without them on, the tendrils were a deep ruby red, and they could bring a man to his knees. I directed the tendrils toward Dylan, and they swirled around him, caressing his skin.
Dylan’s head dropped forward, and his fists clenched at his sides in an effort to maintain his self-control. I could see his lips moving, silently mouthing the binding spell, but his own arousal was making it hard to complete the spell.
I reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. “You seem to have a problem,” I said. “Was there something I could do to help you?”
Dylan’s chuckle was more strained this time. “You are going to be the death of me, Allie.”
With his shirt undone, I was finally able to lean forward and swirl my tongue around one of his hard nipples. They’d always been one of my favorite parts of the male anatomy, and Dylan’s dark nipples on his nearly hairless chest were true perfection. “You taste good,” I said as I dropped to my knees in front of him, reaching forward to undo his belt as his hot gaze devoured me. I undid his pants and slipped them and his boxers down so his erection sprang free. Licking my lips, I knew what I wanted most in that moment. I had yet to taste Dylan, and I needed him in my mouth.
“Allie,” he said with his hands fisted in my hair to prevent me from putting my mouth where I wanted it most. “You are not taking control of this situation.”
“Let me taste you, Dylan,” I urged, watching the tendrils of lust move around his cock. They tightened around him, and Dylan released my hair with a loud groan.
I ran my hands up the insides of his thighs and slowly brought my mouth forward to run my tongue along his balls before moving up to lick the underside of his shaft. All the while, I allowed the tendrils of lust to move along his body, careful not to draw any of his own lust into my body. When I reached the tip of his cock, I gripped the base in one hand and ran my tongue along the sensitive underside of his tip.
Dylan’s muscles tightened and he moaned as my tongue continued to tease him. When I thought he couldn’t take any more, I finally took him into my mouth, sucking gently as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft.
“You’re fucking incredible,” Dylan praised, his voice strained. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
My response was to take him as far into my mouth as I could, squeezing the base of his cock as I did this. Dylan grabbed my hair to pull my mouth off him.
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nbsp; “I’m not joking about being ready to come,” he warned.
When I used my succubus powers, my lover’s arousal became my own in many ways. Despite my efforts to avoid drawing on Dylan’s arousal, I was just as close to coming as Dylan, and I wanted to come with him in my mouth. “Fuck my mouth, Dylan,” I said in a breathy voice.
Dylan said something I couldn’t quite make out before guiding my mouth back to his cock. As I sucked him and gripped the base, his hips moved back and forth. My own moans nearly drowned out Dylan’s sounds of pleasure. It wasn’t long before my body tightened, and I knew Dylan was close. With one final thrust, he came, calling out my name. My own orgasm was so powerful, I nearly collapsed forward against his body.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Dylan
After what was probably one of the most intense orgasms of my life, I was already aroused again, which came as a shock to me.
“You used your succubus powers?” I asked Allie, who looked even more dazed and turned on than me, if such a thing was possible.
She nodded and got to her feet.
I pulled my pants back up and scooped her up in my arms before heading to my bedroom. “I already need you again,” I said as I dropped her onto the bed. “Is this because of your succubus abilities?”
“Yes,” she said, licking her full lips. “The effects will probably last several hours.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or if it was going to kill me, but I was more than ready to find out. “Are you saying I’m going to want to fuck you this badly for hours?” I asked, because I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t the part about wanting her for hours that was hard to believe, so much as the intensity of my desire lasting that long.
“If I’d done that without the wrist cuffs, you might have been this way for days,” she explained, and that confession was nearly enough to make me embarrass myself.
“Why is this turning me on so much?” I asked.
“Because you like being inside of my body, and because losing control didn’t turn out as badly as you thought it would,” she said as she got to her knees and removed her t-shirt and lacy black bra, leaving her naked—just the way I liked her best.
I knelt in front of her on the bed and cupped her face before leaning forward until our lips almost touched. “Only with you. Losing control with you isn’t bad because I trust you.”
Shock registered on her face, and she pulled back, shaking her head. “You barely know me, Dylan.”
I placed a hand on each cheek and just stared at her. “I know more than you want me to,” I said, and she looked like she wanted to argue, but instead, she let out a sigh.
“You’re right,” she admitted. “This whole thing scares me.”
“It scares me, too,” I told her. “I’m still not going to give you up.”
The last thing I wanted to do was give her time to consider what I’d said, so I kissed her, guiding her back onto the bed beneath me. Her needy little moans filled my mouth as my tongue stroked hers. I loved the way her full breasts felt as they pressed against my chest. The nearly overwhelming desperation to be inside of her was still there, but it was mixed with a strong need to prove to her how much she meant to me. I needed Allie to know this was more than just sex.
Her hands pushed my shirt off my shoulders, and I lifted up on my knees to slide out of the shirt before straddling her hips and pinning her arms beside her head as I kissed her again. This time, my kiss was less tender and more desperate. She was right about the intense arousal after she used her succubus powers. If her struggles to get her hands free were any indication, she was also overwhelmed by lust.
Pulling back slightly, I mouthed the words to the binding spell. I saw the moment Allie realized what I was doing. The widening of her eyes proved she wanted to stop me, but it was too late. I released her wrists and allowed my fingers to trail along the soft skin on her wrists, moving slowly along her arms. Neither of us spoke as I caressed her collarbone before placing both hands on the mattress beside her head. Leaning forward, I kissed her, and it felt like there was a spark of electricity that zapped between us. I nearly jerked away because it was almost too much. I had no idea what it was, but it wasn’t uncomfortable and soon settled into a steady thrumming of our powers uniting in some inexplicable way.
Allie moaned and writhed against me in a desperate attempt to bring our bodies closer. I hissed against her lips and pulled back. “I am going to fuck you,” I said. “Do you want me to fuck you, Allie?”
“Please, Dylan,” she breathed out.
“I’m going to fuck you slowly and make you come so hard around my dick that I feel like I’m going to explode inside of you.”
Allie’s moan was her only reply this time.
“But I’m not going to let myself come,” I said as I stood and slipped out of my pants. “I’m going to enjoy every last spasm of your orgasm as it tempts me to fall over the edge with you.” I quickly grabbed a condom and put it on.
“Then I’m going to do it all over again,” I said as I positioned myself at her entrance. She struggled against the magical bonds as I lifted her hips, positioning myself at her entrance, teasing us both, savoring the erotic current running between us. Finally, I entered her slowly, even though what I really wanted was to slam into her body, hard and fast. I had every intention of drawing this out so she would know I could give her more than any man. I needed her to see how right we were for each other.
Chapter Forty
Allie
Dylan was trying to kill me with sex. That was the only explanation for what he was doing to my body. Thankfully, my legs were free, so I was able to wrap them around his hips as he moved in and out of my body at a pace that made me ache for more.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” Dylan said. “I love being inside of you.”
“I love having you inside of me,” I breathed out, lifting my hips and trying to coax him to move faster. When I was nearly out of my mind with desire, Dylan worked his hips in a circular motion, putting the most exquisite pressure on my clit, until I screamed out his name as I climaxed around him.
True to his word, Dylan held still, watching me as the spasms of my orgasm subsided.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he said, kissing the corner of my mouth and then reaching down to lift my legs, opening me more for his sensual assault. This time, his steady strokes were slightly harder, hitting a different spot and setting off a new and even more intense arousal. He got to his knees, holding my legs up as he increased his thrusts.
“I can’t take anymore, Dylan,” I practically pleaded.
“Yes, you can,” he said, releasing my legs and repositioning our bodies so he could kiss me. His tongue moved against mine, practically devouring my mouth, and I could still taste myself on him. That’s when the bonds released, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer, something that seemed impossible.
Dylan tore his mouth from mine. “I just can’t get enough of you, Allie.”
I wanted to tell him I felt the same, but I seemed incapable of speech. The raw need in Dylan’s eyes stripped me of the ability to utter a single word.
His thrusts increased again, and I lost the ability to even think.
“So fucking perfect,” Dylan said in a strained voice as he stared down into my eyes.
I couldn’t look away, and it was the intensity of his stare that sent me over the edge again.
“Dylan!” I screamed.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” Dylan said as he came so hard I felt his cock jerking violently inside of me.
“I need you so much.” Dylan sounded almost desperate. “Until you, I never knew it was possible to need someone this much.”
“I need you, too,” I admitted softly. “It scares me to death, but I really do need you.”
Dylan didn’t pull out of me or move for the longest time. “I can’t promise I’ll never hurt you,” he said softly.
“I kno
w,” I said. “No one can make that promise, and I’m not asking you to.”
“What I can promise is that I’ll do my best not to hurt you,” he offered.
In that moment, it was enough.
Chapter Forty-One
Dylan
Since I was working from home today, I’d gotten up early to start some of my paperwork, figuring I could take Allie out to breakfast when I was done. The lack of groceries was more than a little embarrassing, but I’d never had much reason to learn to cook. I worked long hours and came home to an empty house, so cooking hadn’t been a priority. Having spent many nights with humans, I knew they considered eating out all the time a bad idea, but that was probably because they didn’t have access to diet spells or witch medicine. Witches didn’t have to worry about human problems like obesity, high blood pressure, or heart disease. Still, I needed to shop for groceries if I expected Allie to stay at my house while I was at work. Based on the comments she’d made about my lack of food, I got the impression she didn’t want to survive on takeout.
Since my first meeting of the day was a conference call with the Whitmores, a witch couple who were opening a resort on a Caribbean island hidden by magic, I’d been able to move that meeting to six and open up some extra time for Allie today. It was just after seven thirty, and I heard the shower running upstairs. Missing out on the chance to shower with Allie sucked, but business needed to come first.
“Again, I would strongly advise against hiring any humans,” I said impatiently. For some reason, the Whitmores really wanted to hire humans, probably because they could get away with paying humans less. “As I’ve already said, it would be very difficult to keep the humans from discovering that your guests are not human. You could find yourself in serious legal trouble if an inspector for any of the preternatural groups felt you weren’t safeguarding their identities. There’s also the danger that one of the human rights groups would insist you weren’t treating the humans ethically. In the end, it’s not worth it.”
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