Page 6 of Blackmailed By the Incubus

From between her lips perfectly outlined through the fabric, his tail rubs in slow strokes. I’m transfixed.

Warrick tugs me down. My back is nestled against his chest. My knees are pulled over both of his and spread wide. Spread so there is no missing the dark, wet patch in between.

“What ... what are you doing?” I breathe, finally finding my voice.

“This is your penance,” he whispers into the dark strands falling over my ear. “For starving me of you for even a minute.”

I don’t know what I’m supposed to say when his palms are back at my breasts. When they’re squeezing and lifting them. The contact alone has my entire body bowing reflexively into the caress. The motion grinds my ass into his erection and his groan sings through me with the potency of warm liquor. From between his long, pale fingers, my nipples are a vivid pink. The sensitive peaks are pinched and tugged, sending my head back against his shoulder with a low groan. My eyelids sweep closed.

“Don’t look away,” he urges. “I want you to watch your body feed me. I want you to watch me take what’s mine.”

I will my eyes open in time to watch the head of his tail disappear beneath the elastic of my panties.

“Wait,” I choke out.

But the smooth, flared head has already breached me. It pushes past my entrance with zero resistance. My body welcomes it in. I take every textured knot deep into myuntouched channel, coating it with arousal while its owner palms my breasts and stares into my eyes through the mirror.

I expected pain and discomfort, but all I feel is each knot pressing into an unfamiliar place that has me seeing stars. Has me gripping the armrests while my hips thrash to meet every thrust.

“There’s a good girl,” he drawls into my ear. He pinches and rolls my nipples hard enough to tear a cry of pain from me. “Take what’s yours.”

I hear the words as if from a great distance through a heavy fog. They flow under the loud clang of bells resounding between my ears as he sends one hand down my shuddering belly to join his tail beneath my bunched skirt.

In the mirror, I watch him disappear to the wrist. See the outline of his knuckles rise beneath the cotton. Then he’s at my mound, fingers parting my lips to rub my clit.

“Warrick!” I sob.

“Yes,” he groans into the side of my neck. “Feed me. Give me everything.”

I would have given him my soul in that moment as the world goes fuzzy around the edges and tips me sideways into a high, shrilling wail. My body convulses as it releases. As it cums on his tail with such intensity I might have blacked out.

CHAPTER THREE AIDEN

“YOU’RE A FUCKING PRICK,”I tell the creature setting my Sera down on her makeshift bed.

I think he’s going to ignore me. The bastard does that whenever I get angry. He shuts me out until I calm down. That isn’t going to happen this time because this time, he’s gone too far.

“She wanted it,” he tells me quietly.

“No, she didn’t.”

I refuse to believe that. I refuse to believe my Sera would want this asshole to touch her like that. To be inside her — with his fucking tail.

“Did you miss how hard she came?” A long, jointed finger sweeps a dark coil of hair off her temple. “I wasn’t even the one fucking her. She was doing all the work on her own.”

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