Page 37 of Sin

My groan was ragged as it spilled out of me unbidden. I was no longer sure who this fantasy was for.

“You feel so good,” she panted, hips rolling as she kept timing with me.

The dildo glistened with proof of how aroused she was. Even if I couldn’t feel it coming from her, I’d know based on the way her slick dripped down her ass. Motherfucker. I was going to blow before long.

“Use your other hand, pretend it’s me, and rub that clit, darlin’. I need you to come all over my cock.”

I wasn’t sure what word to use to describe the sound that left her at my words. It was part growl, part mewled moan. But with a little bit of shock and awe thrown in. I was rocking her fucking world with just my voice.

Wait until I get my hands on you, kitten.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably as an orgasm barreled toward her. I could feel the shift in the energy between us. The mounting tension echoed in me, and I barked out her name in warning.

“Yes, Emmett. Come. Please. I can’t until you do.”

“Together,” I ground out, my hand shuttling furiously as I finally gave into the climax that I’d been holding at bay.

“O-okay,” she panted.

One stroke.

Two.

“Now!” I demanded, damn near blacking out as her pleasure crashed into me. I wasn’t sure if it was from the screen or through the walls, but I was utterly lost to it as I fed.

Her cries of pure euphoria filled my headphones as my release pulsed in nearly painful bursts across my chest. I had to bite my fist to keep myself from shouting loud enough to make her realize it was me in the next room and not some handsome stranger on the internet.

We panted in unison, each still feasting on our sexual afterglow.

I’d just opened my mouth to ask when we could do it again when I got unceremoniously booted out of the chat room.

“Well then,” I muttered, reaching for a tissue—then thinking better of it and grabbing a handful—so I could clean myself up.

Not a second after I tucked my dick back into my pants, my bedroom door swung open, a distraught Chaos standing there, eyes blazing, chest heaving.

Shit. Were we under attack already? I really needed Lucifer to give us some breathing room.

“What’s wrong?”

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.

“What do you mean? I’ve been... oooohhhh,” I said, clocking the raging erection his sweats were doing nothing to hide. Hemust have felt the same sexual shockwave I just had. “Thatis what happens when a succubus comes.”

Chaos dragged a shaking hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

I couldn’t help but snicker. “Consider yourself supernaturally Viagra’d. You’re welcome.”

War shot me a dirty glare, not the least bit grateful as he flipped me off and slammed my door shut.

“At least make good use of it!” I shouted after him, already knowing that surly bastard would head straight for the nearest cold shower.

Leaning back in my chair, I threaded my fingers behind my head and sighed. “Well, Emmett St. James, I’m gonna go on record and say that was a very successful experiment.”

I was fed, sated, and by all accounts, feeling more like myself than I had since before Lady Death took us all captive. But why did the thought of pretending to be someone I wasn’t in order to get close to her leave a bitter taste in its wake?

I knew exactly why.

I wanted Merri to crave me—the real me—the same way I craved her.

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