Page 24 of Sweet Violence
"You're a fucking idiot," I told him, grabbed the back of his head, and kissed him hard.
I didn't fight the attraction, didn't even resent the hot lance of need that tightened my body and made my clit throb. My stubborn incubus needed to feed and—when had I started calling him mine? Oh, no. Ignore that. That did not happen.
X let out a strangled groan and grabbed my hips, pulling me into him hard and dominating the kiss with a ruthless desperation. I kept my eyes open to watch him, and my heart stuttered in relief when colour slowly seeped back into his face, giving his high cheekbones a pink flush and brightening his eyes from lifeless blue to rich midnight.
I swore, jerking back when another pair of hands wandered over my back and grabbed my ass. I didn't need to look to know those weren't Joseph's big, hot hands; these were longer, the fingers thinner and rougher, pressing deeper like he couldn't hold me tight enough. X’s invisible magic hands.
"In front of everyone?" I laughed against X's mouth when those invisible hands travelled, one stroking over my stomach before dipping between my legs with the perfect amount of pleasure to make me groan.
"Take pity on me, little morsel. Didn't you hear? I'm dying."
But his eyes sparkled with mischief, and he looked much healthier than a few minutes ago.
"Shameless," I accused him, but grabbed a fistful of his lilac hair and brought him back to my mouth for a rough, forceful kiss. He sighed against my lips, his eyes fluttering shut, and a knot unwound in my chest.
When he was back at full strength, I'd punch him in the dick for starving himself. I could have lost the crazy bastard, and that thought made me kiss him harder, snarling as the lust magic between my legs found the perfect angle to stroke.
"Av," he gasped, his own breath hitching between kisses. "My beautiful Av, what are you doing to me?"
"Right back at you, X."
He shuddered hard. "Again. Say it again."
Intent on torturing him, I dragged my lips up his jaw to his ear and purred, "Do you like it when I say your name, X Sinclair?"
"Fuck," someone grunted behind us. Joseph, maybe. It was a swift reminder that X and I weren't alone in the throne room; we had a rapt audience.
I'd never been into being watched, but driving my men crazy? That sounded like fun.
So I didn't hold back, writhing my hips against the stroking fingers, biting X's earlobe and drawing a choked moan from him.
"You're never allowed to starve yourself again," I ordered, unable to move past the idea of X wasting away because he couldn't bear to touch anyone but me. Because he was loyal and faithful and—mine. "Not for me, not for anyone. Do you hear me?"
He whimpered, nodding, and a rush of surprise hit me when I realised somehow our roles were reversed. I was taking control, not giving it, and X needed this desperately.
"I won't, Av," he rasped, arching into me, pressing his invisible fingers in harder circles against my clit while his flesh-and-bone hands clutched me desperately. "I promise. I swear."
"Good," I muttered, and remembered we had a raging praise kink in common, so I whispered, "Good boy."
X's whole body shook, his breaths coming in panting gasps. I'm not saying I was extremely smug to have reduced a fucking incubus, a being of puresex, into a flushed, gasping wreck, but…2
I bit my lip when both a lust magic hand and a real, hot hand grabbed my ass, squeezing a cheek each. Pleasure wound tighter in my lower belly.
"I don't know who dared to hurt you," X panted, a whine in his voice, "but I'll dissect them into tiny, microscopic pieces for hurting my mate. And I'll never starve again. I'll only be good, I promise, Av."
Jesus fuck, the visual of X, beautiful and tattooed all over, bent over a body cutting it into pieces…
I slammed my lips into X's to smother my gasp, my body trembling.
"Beautiful," Joseph sighed, closer than before.
I glanced to my left and locked eyes with his soulful green-brown stare. Half his face was skeletal and bare bone, the pits of his eyes blacker than a void, but the right side of his face was human and taut with hunger. The sight of his arousal at watching me with X sent me crashing over the edge hard enough to break my neck.
I gasped and dug my fingers into X's shoulders, holding tightly as wave after wave rushed over me, bringing both pleasure and relief. I'd been wound tightly, missing them. Being without them was almost … unnatural.
These bastards wound their way under my skin and stolen into my heart. I wasn't sure I'd ever get them out again. Wasn't sure I wanted to. And that scared the shit out of me.
I put space between me and X, and would have backed off completely if he hadn't choked out a breathy, "Please, Av."
