Page 39 of Succubus Sins
I hadn’t even touched him, but the taste of his arousal wafted against my senses. My instinct screamed to drink it in, but instead, I redirected my focus and drew on the power of my Blood Stone. It ignited under my command, sending a bright flash and warm glow wafting through the room. My own cry of victory shuddered on my breath as I delighted in the assurance that I could have this, I could have him, without consequences. Without regret.
Nate ripped off my pants and pummeled me into the row of shelves and I grappled my fingers behind me for a handhold. Books toppled out of their organized piles and tumbled to the ground as Nate lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his hips and realized how badly I wanted a guilt-free night with someone who only wanted to take all my cares away.
He didn’t hesitate. The elastic of my already thin thong broke as he clawed it aside. Likewise, I fumbled at his jeans and was delighted to see they were already unbuttoned. One pull on the zipper and his thick erection made a brief appearance before disappearing between my thighs. The supple skin found its target and thrust inside. I arched my back and hit my head against a shelf, but the pleasure slamming through me dwarfed the pain. Nate’s desperate thrusts pummeled into me and didn’t stop; it was as if he needed me right now as much as I needed him. Even when the pleasure spiked and I couldn’t hold my orgasm any longer, and I quivered and contracted hard around him, he didn’t cease. He kept going and flashed me a pleased grin at my shocked face, as if this was just the start. His mouth found mine and he continued to pound into me as he muffled my cries with his tongue.
A memory of his father taking my orgasms with ease streaked through my mind and I realized this is what he’d meant. His heritage. He could fuck me as long as he wanted, make me orgasm until I was screaming, and not even break a sweat.
He was definitely one of my four.
His lips broke away from mine as he watched my face, seeming to enjoy the expression of ecstasy and shock I couldn’t control.
I hung onto him for dear life with one hand, and brought the other to my mouth for a firm bite. I’d already hit my climax three times, and he showed no signs of slowing. A deep ache I’d never felt before burned in my stomach and threatened to overwhelm me. I bit down harder and hoped I could muffle my own screams.
“Tonight, you’re mine,” he whispered confidently as he pulled my hand from my mouth. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
When I didn’t respond, he slowed his thrusts to a soft in-and-out, giving me blessed relief, but keeping me on the edge of another cliff.
My lips parted and I realized it was true. In this moment, I’d do anything he wanted. “I’m yours,” I breathed. The rune across my stomach hummed in approval.
He grinned and ran his fingers through the roots of my hair, just enough to get a good fistful before gripping and exposing my neck as I arched into the pull. He knew how to grab me without hurting me, and that just turned me on more.
“How do I make you feel?” he asked.
I closed my eyes and focused on the soft gyrating of his hips. My insides were so swollen and my wetness ran down the arch of my butt. Thankfully to be absorbed by my shirt instead of my poor grandmother’s book collection.
“You overwhelm me,” I admitted.
I forced my eyes open to blink at him through the red haze of my Blood Stone’s power, and basked in his stamina. I didn’t have to explain that as a succubus, men didn’t last long with me. This was an entirely new experience.
He slowed his movements even more, just barely moving and forcing me to push my own hips to keep the sensation of his lust going. I’d never been pushed this far, and I didn’t want it to stop.
His tongue slid across my neck until it reached my earlobe. Chills ran over my arms as it briefly went inside my ear canal. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.
Words were beyond me now. I gripped the shelves and pressed my thighs against his hips as I lifted myself up and down on his crotch. A pathetic whimper came out when I couldn’t replicate the intense thrust he’d been doing to me a moment before.
He smoothed my hair and forced me to look into his eyes. “I want to hear you beg.”
The bastard. But I wanted him, so I parted my lips and forced the words out. “Please,” I whispered.
Nate leaned in closer, running his hand to the arch of my back and pulling me into his hard chest. “What was that?”
“Fuck me as hard as you can,” I pleaded. “Fuck my brains out.”
He smiled. “Yes,” he said. “You understand now, poor succubus. You’ve always been the seductress. You’ve always melted men and given them what they needed so you could have your small bit of nourishment.” He tilted his head sympathetically and pulled me up far too effortlessly. “But what have you ever gotten other than survival? What about overwhelming pleasure? What about beingtaken? Don’t you want that?”
My eyes searched his, pleading for him to give me everything he’d just said. “Yes.” I wrapped my fingers around his neck and hovered my lips over his. “Please, take me.”
An evil smile spread across his face as he lowered me to the floor. I trembled as he pulled off my shirt, stopping only for a moment to rake his gaze over my runes. His eyes widened when he spotted his, the one that resonated with his own sexual energy he’d drilled into me. He reached out and grazed it with a gentle touch, making me shiver. “What is that?” he asked.
I smiled. “That… is a long story.”
We didn’t have time for long stories. Both of us panted with need and he twisted me onto all fours.
Nate thrust into me without warning and my insides exploded with the force. I cried out and didn’t care anymore if someone heard. I’m a succubus. I have sex. My grandmother and her guests shouldn’t be surprised, right?
Nate grabbed onto my hips and I knew I was in for the night of my life. He pounded, going faster and faster as the slapping of my ass against his thighs told me I was going to be either raw or bruised by the time he was done with me. Each thrust sent a cry of agonized pleasure shuddering through me as I clawed my fingers through the plush carpet.
Then he leaned over my body and groped his fingers across my flat stomach, running across the runes before settling onto the one that pulsed with his heat, then instead of going for my breasts, his fingers ran down until they reached my clit. He circled the swollen flesh, sending flurries of fresh pleasure through me as he continued to move his hips, but gently, letting me savor the graze of his touch.
