“Ooh, Ky.” Was that what he wanted?
He stood up and lifted her chin, so she could look nowhere but at him. “Don’t do what you think I want, Jada. Let go. Feel what I’m doing to you, feel the pleasure for yourself. Not for me.”
The succubus part of her was hiding her eyes and pretending they didn’t know each other. The human part of her was such a noob. “I am, but, I don’t know how to do this. I know how to give men every sexual fantasy they have. That’s how I get…fed.”
He rubbed his fingers across her bottom lip, staring at it. “You don’t have to know how. You don’t have to do anything but let go.”
“What if I can’t?” This was too much pressure.
He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “Then I’m not doing my job right. Relax.”
She bit her lip, tasting herself from where he’d kissed her. “I’m trying.”
“Stop trying. Just be.”
“But—”
He pressed his finger across her mouth. “Shh. Now lean back and close your eyes.”
Couldn’t she just bite him and get this whole thing over with? She did as he asked. She’d just fake an orgasm for him or something. Get this whole experience over with.
She never should have told him she was so hungry in the first place. It was either that or eat their hosts out of house and home. Or eat their hosts.
Ky sank back down in front of her, kissing and licking his way across her belly and her thighs. “Lift your leg and set it on my shoulder.”
Now she had to balance too? Okay, concentrate. Feel, he said, just feel. What should she feel? Should she feel happy? Dirty? Excited?
“Stop thinking, Jada.”
Busted.
Ky stood up again and Jada wanted to shrink into a ball and bounce away. A succubus was not supposed to be this bad at sex.
“Let’s try something else, shall we?” Ky slid the glass door surrounding the tub shut and turned on the shower head. Warm water rained down on them at exactly the right temperature.
He turned her to face the water and directed the head to spray across her chest. “No pressure, just a shower. We’ll get you washed up, tucked into bed, fed, and you can get some rest.”
Wait, was he giving up? That’s not what she wanted. Gah. She didn’t know what the hell she wanted.
Ky grabbed a bar of soap that had little leaves and herbs in it. It smelled vaguely minty and looked handmade. He lathered his hands and then rubbed the soap across her shoulders and down her arms.
Okay. She could do this.
He spread the soap up and down her arms, massaging the bubbles into her skin. “I liked seeing your arms over your head, your tits shoved out for me to lick and taste.”
Good to know.
“I’m sure plenty of your meals have tried to make you submit to them.”
Uh, yeah. That was a real common fantasy. Although, not as common as wanting her to dominate them.
“But, have you ever really felt the freedom in true submission? Giving all your power up to someone who you know wants everything from you.” His voice was low and hypnotic. “In exchange, they give you everything you need.”
“No.” That was not how her life worked.
He brought her arms up behind her head, wrapping them around his neck. “I think you’d like it. Not having to be in control.”
The bar of soap ran down her ribcage and across her belly, skipping her breasts all together. His words had a rhythm, like a low purr, soothing her.
“No responsibility for either my pleasure or your own. You don’t have to think, you don’t have to worry whether you’ll come or not, because it’s not up to you.”
He wasn’t even touching her, only the soap sliding along her skin, dipping low, skimming the tops of her thighs. Not hitting her in any of the places she wanted it to.
He whispered in her ear. “You could let go of all those fears, all the compulsion to fulfill another’s fantasy. To give so you can take. It would all disappear.”
Jada closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his chest. She’d love to feel the way he described, she simply didn’t believe it was possible. Not for her, not for her kind.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do when you submit to me like that, aroha.” His fingers circled her breasts, moving closer, but still not touching.
“Mmm-hmm.” She wanted to hear him tell her. His words, the cadence, the tone, were a balm to her nerves. His touch, on the other hand was building a whole new tension in her body.
Finally, he cupped her breasts, one in each hand and lifted them, massaging with his slick fingers. “I’ll spend a good long time teasing these ripe nipples until they’ll full and tight.” A chilly mist of water sprayed right where he’d described, making them do exactly that.
“Yes, like that. Then I’ll play with them.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers, and his touch shot a zing down her chest and straight between her legs. “Until you’re begging me to do the same to your clit.”
He pushed her legs open with his and at first the warm water from the shower swirled across her pussy lips, and into her slit. Then frozen mist hit her clit, sending a shiver across her entire body.
Ky’s fingers slipped in, circling and caressing her sensitive skin, but adeptly avoiding touching her clit directly.
She whimpered. “Ky, touch me.”
He grabbed her thigh and lifted her leg, setting her foot against the wall. She wasn’t worried this time about balancing, Ky had her.
“When you’re all hot and bothered, I’ll spread your legs wide, like this, and look my fill at your beautiful wet cunt. I know how delicious you are now. But, I’ll make you wait for my tongue.”
Another cold blast, flashed across her nipples and her hot core. It took her breath away. Ky kept the cold stream on her nipples, but at last he touched her where she needed it most.
He spread her pussy lips wide with his thumb and finger, and swiped across her clit, melting his ice and pushing her arousal to a new high.
“Then I’ll lick you, just like this, over and over. My tongue is much softer than my fingers. But, I think you like it a little rough.”
She’d had no idea until now if she did or not. Guys liked to be rough, so she gave them what they wanted. Right now, Ky’s fingers, sliding over her, pinching and pulling at her, that’s what she wanted.
She throbbed, every muscle in her body constricting. She was so close, to something.
“I need, please, please, Ky.”
“I know you do. But, I’m not ready to give it you yet.”
A groan escaped from the depths of her lungs. She wanted to be mad at him for holding back what she wanted, but at the same time, it spiraled that need deeper.
“Because remember, you’ve given me the control. I get to decide when and how you get what your body is craving.”
Yes. She was so damn tired of being in charge or not, giving as much energy as she took. It wasn’t like that with Ky. The energy between them now was easy, so much so that she’d hardly noticed how it was filling her up, giving her a new vitality no victim ever had.
Ky’s fingers moved faster, and she thrust her hips forward, reaching for him. Her pussy fluttered. She could feel the tension growing more and more taut.”
“Oh, god. Ky. Ky. Ky.”
“That’s it, baby. Let go, let it take you.
Her body shook and shivered, the fangs she’d forgotten about extended from her mouth, piercing her lip. She could taste Ky already, his hot, sweet desire for her whirled around them both.
“Give in, Jada. Give me your orgasm.”
Her body bowed with the pressure until she exploded, her muscles spasmed, gripping her so tightly she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t move except for the jerking of her hips.
A wave of pure blissful energy satisfied the aching void inside of her. Eroding away at the emptiness.
Her body relaxed, and she opened her eyes to a brilliant blue light filling the s
mall bathroom.
Holy shinola. He was right. She would have known.
Ky helped her lower her leg and twisted her to rest in his arms. He rubbed her back and guided the water to wrap around her like a warm blanket.
“That was damn gorgeous, and I want to see it all over again. But this time, you take what you need from me too.”
She opened her eyes. His radiant amulet hung right in front of her face. The glow was cool and bright and gave her that same feeling of satisfaction that his touch had.
He wanted her to feed on him.
She wasn’t sure she even needed to anymore.
Water rushed up between her legs again, hitting her in all the right places. A steady stream of pleasure. Oh. Ooh.
He swirled the stream around, up and down, rhythmically, the jet pulsing, hitting her in just the right place.
She wrapped her arms around Ky’s neck and tucked her head against his chest. He held her tight and pushed her body beyond what she knew it could do.
He just kept building her up and up, the water flowing over her faster and harder with each breath.
“Come for me again, come, Jada.”
She turned her head and sank her teeth into the sensitive skin of his neck. She had to trust him now, trust that he wouldn’t let her take too much, wouldn’t let her hurt him.
The instant his blood touched her lips her body exploded, sending her mind flying, racing, shattering into a million tiny bits of pleasure.
The flavor of him in her mouth, the touch of his body against her, the scent of his arousal in her nose, and the sound of his voice as he growled her name, all pushed her higher.
“Yes, Jada. God, yes, baby.”
Her body didn’t let up, sucking up not only his blood, and the sexual energy, but all the pleasure she’d been denied for hundreds of years.
She shook, again and again, even as he slowly weakened the stream of a water flowing across her pussy.
She pulled her mouth from Ky’s neck and licked over the wound she’d given him. A peace she hadn’t known before curled around her, giving her respite from the intensity of her orgasms.
She could drift in that serenity forever.
Ky turned the shower off and snagged a warm towel from the wall. Steam caressed her skin. He rubbed her dry and moved to get out of the tub, but she clung to him, not wanting what had happened to end.
“Shh, shh, shh. I’m not going anywhere without you. Let’s get to bed, where I can hold you in my arms.”
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was no small thing, but he lifted her like she was a bit of fluff.
This had to be the first and last time she let him do anything like that. She might have given him the control in the shower, but that was over. In the morning, they’d need to talk about the whole claiming thing.
But, later. She snuggled into his arms and was asleep almost instantly.
She woke hours later to an empty bed. She didn’t even remember falling asleep. She reached her arm out to where Ky should have been.
Dumb dragon.
More like, stupid succubus.
Men only wanted one thing. Except, had Ky even…no, he hadn’t. She was the one who’d had her mind blown, her body mastered.
The ever-present hunger that ate away at her insides and her soul wasn’t there this morning. Dragon’s blood?
It couldn’t be only that or any incubus or succubus who knew would give up human blood forever. Come to think of it, when she’d bitten Ky, it wasn’t out of hunger, only the passion of the moment.
Her hunger had subsided before that.
It wasn’t the orgasm either. Although, what the fudgeballs? Why hadn’t anyone ever clued her into that part of sex? Three hundred-ish years of orgies and moregies, and not once, not once!
But, every incubus she knew went on and on about orgasms and how hard and long they’d come. It was completely annoying. Maybe it didn’t work the same for female demons.
Now she wished she did have a phone to call Portia and have some girl talk. Oh, god. If Portia was even still alive. She’d been the last person to appear in Leon’s summoning spell, the last person Jada had seen before Ky grabbed her and splashed into the water.
Where and how had they learned to fight demon dragons and she hadn’t? Were any of her coven still alive?
Jada scrambled out of bed and went in search of her clothes. She’d had them last in the bathroom.
A quick glance told her they weren’t there. Only a couple of towels, some still wrapped toothbrushes, and travel size tubes of toothpaste.
She grabbed one of each, loaded it up, and shoved the brush in her mouth. That’s when she caught her reflection in the mirror.
The waves in her hair were springier, and it shined. Her skin wasn’t as pale as usual, and her eyes were brighter. None of that caught her attention like the brand new, bright blue dragon tattoo stretching across her collarbone.
It was right where Ky had bitten her, marked her, claimed her.
Her soul is unclaimed.
That’s what Leon had said.
The Black Dragon had wanted her. Was that why Ky claimed her? To save her from becoming the consort of the King of Hell?
There were too many questions down that path, and she wouldn’t get any of them answered by standing around naked with a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
She brushed her teeth, found a hair brush and ran it through her locks, and splashed some water on her face. It would have to do.
No clothes. Okay, a bedsheet toga it was then. She’d just ripped the top sheet off and wrapped it around her when Ky came back.
He had coffee and donuts. Bless whoever raised that boy right.
“Hey. I thought you might be hungry.”
Strangely, she wasn’t. Not for donuts, not for blood. Her mouth watered only for a taste of Ky.
Oh, no you don’t brain. Don’t be going all mushy now. One claiming and an orgasm or two does a happy ever after make.
Coffee. She needed coffee and clothes, not a sexy dragon to take her to bed and have his way with her. Again. And Again.
Ack. Stop it, brain.
“Thanks.” She took one of the cups of coffee from him, mostly so she had something to do with her hands and somewhere to look besides his yummy muscles under that tight t-shirt he wore. “Do you know where my clothes got off to?”
“Fleur says they aren’t salvageable. She mentioned something about something toxic on them.”
That toga was looking more like a reality. “Crap. Why are yours all perfectly fine?”
“Whatever I’ve got on when I change into my dragon form is exactly the same when I return to my human state. It’s part of the gift of the shift given to all dragon warriors by the White Witch.”
She had to be the same woman in white who’d given Jada the necklace. Why was a whole other question.
“Fleur said she’d let you raid her closet as soon as you were up. But, I came to get you because the other dragon warriors are on their way.”
Great. More controlling alpha males. Exactly what she needed in her life.
Thanks for the Orgasms
Ky had never had an awkward morning after like this before. Jada didn’t seem to care one whit about last night.
No good morning kiss, it’s not you it’s me speech, not even a get the hell out. Not like he expected tears or words of devotion or anything, but maybe a thanks for the orgasms.
Jada tucked the sheet tighter around her and headed for the door. “I’d like to find out what happened to the rest of my coven after we escaped.”
“I’ll find you a phone, so you can get in touch with Portia.”
“I don’t have a number for her or know if she’s even alive.”
Of course, she was worried about her family. They’d come to her rescue even after she’d tried to leave them. The demon she’d summoned knew exactly who or what the black dragon was.
Jada knew too. It knew things about her, wanted her
and her soul.
With anyone else he’d be suspicious. If his head was on straight he would have already questioned her to find out everything about her connection to the beast.
Maybe he’d been played by a masterful succubus to get what she needed. Some sex and blood, and now she could go running back to her coven, or the black dragon.
“How long till the dragons get here? I’m a disaster area.” She tried patting down her hair.
He liked seeing it all messed up. “Just a few minutes. Fleur is waiting for you.”
The way she’d come apart only after she let go, quit trying to be in control of all the pleasure, he didn’t think she faked that.
The alternative poked at his psyche like a spear gun. She didn’t want to be mated to him and was ignoring everything that had happened between them.
That hurt, but not enough to give up.
She was the one person in the world made especially for him, brave and beautiful and so smart.
Ky didn’t deserve such an incredible gift. He’d do his damnedest to be what she deserved.
She was his mate no matter what. But, he needed to let her come to him, make the decision that she wanted to be with him.
They were good together, better together, and he had to show her. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do that though.
Fleur met them halfway down the hall and dragged Jada away. “I think I have exactly the right thing for you.”
Jada shot him a look over her shoulder that said she wasn’t so sure about letting Fleur play dress-up doll with her.
Ky rejoined Steele in the living room and Jakob arrived a few minutes later.
“Got here as soon as I could. Damn that flight across the Atlantic sucks. Thank the First Dragon for the wind or I’d be sunk in the middle of the ocean.”
“Nah, bro, my blues would have pushed your tired ass here.” Ky clapped Jakob on the shoulder, glad to see him. He’d have some insight into this mating business.
The first time the AllWyr council had met Ciara, Ky’d have sworn she hated Jakob’s guts.
Now they were disgustingly kissy face every time he saw them together.
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