Page 18 of Suspicions on the Stage
“It should be something you won’t accidentally say if you’re a bit out of your mind.” The raven-haired woman strokes her fingertips over my chest lightly, setting it on fire with need. “But you only need to say it once if something is uncomfortable or is unpleasant. That stops everything and will lead to the care you need to come down out of the headspace you’re in.”
I’m inexperienced, but not totally naïve; however, her gentle guidance makes me feel so very safe.
“How about… coda?” I blush as I look up at her through my lashes. Music is my life and I can’t think of anything better than using the terms I know like the back of my hand.
Morgana beams, brushing her lips against mine before she lifts and says, “Perfect. If you say coda, I will know the piece has ended. Very fitting, my darling man.”
My hands come up, hesitantly resting on her hips as I meet her gaze. “Now what?”
The husky chuckles that escape her lips make me shiver. “Oh, now we play, Slade. And I want you to make sure I know what you like, what drives you wild, what makes your soul sing for me…Don’t hold back.”
A small whimper shudders through me as her lips trail from my mouth to my jawline, the soft sensation tempered with tiny nibbles from her human teeth. There’s a lot she’ll learn about sirens and sex that I can’t exactly explain, but I don’t think the woman currently leaving light marks on my neck will be shocked. Morgana is obviously very confident with intimacy, despite the obvious abuse her ex subjected her to.
“Your skin is soft,” she murmurs as her nose brushes behind my ear. “I love these pretty scale patterns. They’re delicate, yet beautiful, like you.”
That makes my eyes flutter closed as the pleasure from her praise floods my veins. I’ve always worried that a lover who isn’t aquatic would find it weird and off-putting, but my mate just soothed that fear without even realizing it. “We’re very, um... very… sensitive.”
“I can feel that.” Her tone is amused as her weight drops onto me a little more. She’s not fully on top of me; no, she’s holding herself close enough to touch but not completely resting against my frame. It makes me realize how fucking strong she must beto stay in a plank position as she explores my shoulders and the base of neck. “Do you like this, darling?”
“Yessss, but…”
“But what, lovely?”
“You can use sharper teeth. We like it.”
A delighted sound reverberates against my skin, then I feel the sharper incisors scrape over me as a low hiss echoes in the room. This is her gorgon side because that’s Desi declaring her presence. “Ilovethat, baby. Tell me more.”
“The bars. Play with them? Please?” I whine plaintively as her chest brushes against mine. “Please,Morgana.”
Her fangs scrape over my collarbone, a soft humming sound reverberating over my skin as she takes her time moving down my pecs to the place I want her desperately. “A favorite, mmm? Is that why you got the bars, darling man? So they’d get hard inside of your shirt and make you feel good when you didn’t have someone to touch them for you?”
Fuck, she’s smart.
I swallow hard, nodding, then I remember I’m supposed to voice my thoughts out loud. “Yes. The sensitivity is higher and I love it, especially when something turns me on, but I can’t have it.”
Her head pops up, the knowing smile on her face sexy as hell. “Ahhh. You got them after you and Iggy became roommates. It lessens the need for the snooty professor who gives you mixed signals all the time.”
“How… how did you…” I pant my surprise when her fingertips flick over my piercings briefly. My dick twitches and my feelerssquirm, wanting to touch her so much it makes me whine again. “Yes. Creepy, I suppose.”
“Maybe…” Her eyes dance as she twists the bars and I moan low. “But I understand. Iggy’s hot and he’s very good at arousing people with his charisma. I think he’s hiding a very delicious cock under those tight suit pants, too.”
My face turns red and I look away as I mutter, “It’s fucking gorgeous and he definitely knows it.”
“Such a bad boy, my darling. You’ve seen him naked and didn’t say a word when he pranced about.” This time, she twists harder and the sound I make is foreign to me. It feels good enough to make my hips rise and grind into the space between us eagerly. “But I can forgive it because that man has been teasing you for a long time without making his move. It will come, but you’reminefirst. That’s his loss.”
Holy shit, if she keeps talking like that, I’ll definitely cum before we fuck.
“He’s not… he won’t…”
Morgana makes a tsking sound as her mouth lowers to my chest, pausing just above where I’m dying for her. “Trust me, baby. He wants to but hasno ideawhat the hell he’s doing or if you’re game. For all his ego, Ignatius Briarton is ridiculously unaware that you reciprocate his feelings. But we’ll work on that after I’m satisfied you’re completely mine.”
My dick throbs and I wriggle eagerly, arching my back. Morgana has just made itveryclear I’m a bottom, and that submission makes me totally out of my mind. “Please, Madame.Please.”
Before she puts her mouth on my nipple, her eyes flick up to mine and they flash with her gargoyle, then her gorgon side. The colors of her inner monsters shine for a moment, then she sucks the steel and skin hard enough to get me bucking beneath her. She didn’ttellme to use that name, but I can tell how much she likes it. Her scent has filled the room, and I guarantee she’s dripping beneath her clothes. The thought of making her so hot is sexy as fuck, and I desperately want to please her until she gives in and takes me.
“Slade…” she breathes against my skin. “You’re perfect, and no one will ever tell you differently again. I’ll skin them alive and watch my venom turn them to stone before I let someone outside of our family lay a finger on you.”
“Out-outside?” I gasp as her mouth works down my chest towards the place where I’m aching to be touched.
