She whimpered and complied, slowly opening her legs, pulling the fabric taut across her knees. Gradually he pushed the dress up until it pooled in dark folds over her thighs. He wasn’t ready to see her pussy. If he caught a glimpse he knew it’d be over and he’d find himself buried in her wet heat before his next breath. No. This was for her, to show her that someone could see her, want her.
Somewhere between transferring her consciousness to this male’s mind and now, Victoria had lost control. She’d allowed him past her mental barriers and couldn’t find a way to push him back out. The feel of warm hands skimming over her skin was delicious. His palms were slightly rough, scratching lightly along her flesh. She had to swallow a moan as he dragged fabric up her legs in a slow, sensual torture. She shivered once again as her dress lay cool and heavy across her lap. She wanted to beg him to take her. The words lay poised on her lips. Only the thought of rejection kept them from flying from her mouth.
“Agree that you want to feel me. You’re already feeding from me. Let me give you real passion along with the energy.” His whispered plea pulled at something deep in her mind. She nodded her acceptance before her logical brain could find reasons not to. Closing her eyes was the only way to avoid showing him what the capitulation did to her. She’d not given control to a male since before founding Sin.
Warm puffs of breath tickled across her thigh and a shiver raced along her spine. She let her head fall back against the couch and marveled as the cool material counteracted the heat of her neck. Light strokes along her calf made her moan. She jumped when moist lips pressed just above her knee. The view of Nick’s dark head, still veiled in shadow, centered between her thighs, was one of the most erotic things she’d seen.
His lust flowed over her with a surge of power and she gasped at the taste of it. If his essence were wine it’d be rich and full, aged to perfection. It sated a need she hadn’t even realized she had. Shivers caused goose bumps to erupt on every inch of her skin as she drank in his energy. A moan left her lips and a gush of liquid heat flowed from her pussy. She wanted to lick his skin to see if the energy coated him like a sheen of sweat.
Warm hands spread her legs farther and a cool draft moved across her heated flesh. Her eyes flew open just in time to watch her dress melt away from her body, leaving her completely nude on the couch. She reached for Nick, needing to feel some connection to the male who was filling ever corner of her need. If she’d been feeding from him in her true form she would have unfurled her wings and wrapped them around his body, pulling him in to her. Without her wings she could only cling with tingling fingers to his shoulders, mewling her need.
“Oh gods, Victoria. I wanted to make this perfect for you but I need to be inside you.” His voice had deepened and his words sounded pained. His head moved between her thighs and his breath ghosted over her pussy. “Next time, love. Next time I’ll feast on you until you can’t think.”
His words meant nothing while she was mired in overwhelming want. She had to have his cock buried deep inside her. Couldn’t live another minute without him thrusting into her. She’d go insane without his burning flesh cleaving her in two. She wanted to feel his shaft pumping into her, rubbing her clit with his body’s uncontrollable movements.
With a strength she normally had no need to use, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him to her lips. She wanted to taste her shadowy male. To have her tongue in his mouth and compare the flavor of his essence to what she found in his mouth. He came easily to her lips, sliding his bulk along her thighs, stomach, breasts. As she gasped at the sensation of soft fabric rubbing against aching nipples, he took charge of the kiss. No simple, sensual tasting of her mouth. No, he took her, invaded her senses with his being. Tongues dueled, sliding and stroking inside her mouth. His teeth tugged and bit lightly into her lower lip. His hands pushed into her hair and held her immobile as he plundered with nips and licks.
He pulled back from their kiss, giving her only a moment to take a few needed gasps. Air shouldn’t have been necessary in their shared thoughts, but she couldn’t seem to draw enough oxygen into her body. Waves of heat and energy moved over and through her, sucking what little air she had from her lungs. She whimpered and blushed at the weak sound. Her hips swiveled and pulsed against him where they touched. He rested his chest against hers, pressed his hardened cock against her core as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She mimicked the movement of his kisses with her body, tempting, begging him to take her and fuck her in the same rhythm. He’d denied her throughout the kiss, but she could feel the change in his lust. The animalistic side of his being was waking and would soon take charge, stealing any control he’d had over their session.
She grinned against his lips at the prospect of what he would do to her. Already his energy pulsed anew with such force that she moaned with each wave. “Fuck me, Nick. Take what you want. I’m ready, willing, wanting. I need to feel you hard and hot inside my pussy.”
He growled against her mouth. “You will not force me into this.”
His words warred with his actions as he freed his cock with shaking hands. She could feel the control slipping and reveled in it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rubbed her peaked nipples against his chest, pulling a groan from him and a purr from her. She shivered with the feel of his skin against hers. He was so hot, burning almost, against her. She leaned forward and licked a path from his collarbone up his neck. Her addled brain tried, in vain, to see through the magical fuzz that still marred his face. She so wanted to see him, see the man who made her feel. She almost asked him, but her thoughts were robbed from her as the head of his cock slipped, slick and hot, through her folds.
She threw her head back and moaned, wrapping her legs around Nick’s ass. The feel of his flesh against hers had her insides quaking. As the crown slid against her clit she jerked and fought the impending orgasm. Her body clenched, muscles tightening in preparation for her to fly apart. A whimper escaped her lips. “Please. I’m so close. I want you inside me when I come.”
He obliged without a single word, surging away from her body and plunging his cock balls-deep into her pussy. She cried out, shuddering against his chest. He filled her cunt, forcing her body to stretch to accommodate his size, but it was the wave of energy that entered her that had her bucking immediately with her first release. Fire erupted in her groin, carrying with it an icy chaser. Her mind fled, body exploded, soul shivered. Her demon side rejoiced in finding someone who could fill her to overflowing. Her human side cried out in sheer ecstasy.
He kept moving, thrusting slowly as her body shook against his. Her muscles clamped on his cock, causing each movement of his shaft to send her flying a little farther, prolonging her orgasm. She finally realized that he’d been speaking to her the entire time, chanting almost.
“You are so beautiful, Victoria. Please take from me, use me, feed from me. Let me fill the void you’ve kept hidden. I see you and only you, sweetness.” Words she’d heard a million times poured from his lips in a low whisper. This time she knew they were real. He was with her. Even if he didn’t know who she was, he was with her in his mind. He was pouring his energy into her, begging her to take more. Tears ached behind her eyes.
Out of the thousands of males she’d fucked there had only been a handful who’d ever wanted her to enjoy the experience. She’d selected all her clients to ensure that none would ever form an attachment to her. She couldn’t bear to find a man she truly enjoyed. She’d hurt him, or worse, in the end. She’d seen it too many times before. This male though…this one could hurt her and that was something she wasn’t willing to take.
Victoria needed to stop him from breaking through her walls and needed to stop him right then. Still panting from one of the best orgasms she’d ever had, she clenched her vaginal muscles and started to rock her hips against his. She had to get the control back, get the session back to where she needed it to be. To ensure that Nick would come hard and fast, she did somethin
g she rarely did and unleashed a small tendril of her power. Wrapping the energy around them was simple. Teasing his mind with it was even easier. A small niggle of guilt played in her mind, but she needed to get away from this man as fast as she could if she wanted to keep any hold on her emotionless existence.
“I know what you’re doing,” he whispered against her cheek. “You can run from me this time. I’ll let you.”
His thrusts increased in speed and depth. Each pump of his hips brought the head of his cock into contact with her womb, jolting her and pushing her closer to another orgasm. Even with her succubus energy forcing him to the end, he still gave her more pleasure.
He groaned and she felt his cock thicken. He swiftly moved a hand to her breast, lightly pinching a nipple before she could stop him. Her back arched and sparks skittered down her spine. “More.”
He chuckled against her throat but did as she asked, rolling the nub between his fingertips. His pelvis struck and stroked her clit with each thrust. Another orgasm rolled through her suddenly, taking her completely by surprise. She cried out with elation and astonishment as she shattered again. A hot rush of liquid coated his cock as she came hard around his shaft. Her muscles tightened around him—arms, legs, pussy. She strained to get him as deeply into her cunt as she could.
He thrust hard into her as she came apart, driving her higher. He arched against her, pulling her hips against his with bruising fingers as he filled her with his hot seed. A primal growl left his chest as he shook against her, jetting his cum into her body. He collapsed on her chest, heaving for breath just as she did. Their gasps were loud in her ears, but so was a single word repeating over and over. Mine.
Chapter Four
“Gynger? Where the hell are you?” Victoria stormed into the woman’s bedroom. She winced slightly as the door slammed against the wall. You’ll have to get that repaired. She sighed. Losing her cool was something she hadn’t done in so long. That fucking male.
“I’m right here, what’s up?”
Victoria glared at the other, obviously guilty-looking woman. “You know what’s up. Who the hell is this male you talked me into taking on?”
She’d disconnected from his mind the moment he’d finished inside her. Panic had flooded her with her demon’s first possessive thought and had grown steadily since she’d come back to her own body. His taste was still in her mouth and that just shouldn’t happen. Her body vibrated with the energy she’d taken from him. She could light up half the city with the excess. Even now she could feel tendrils of energy pulsing from her, connecting with the other girls in the building. She swallowed another giggle. You’re fucking drunk from his power.
Anger surged again when she saw the self-satisfied smirk on Gynger’s freckled face. “Who is he?”
“He’s a friend of a friend. That’s all I’m telling you, Vic.” Stubbornness radiated off the petite female. Her wavy red hair framed an elfish face that usually sported a grin. Victoria could see the conviction written on her friend’s face, could see it flashing from crystal-blue eyes.
She breathed deeply, holding the breath for a moment. Letting it go slowly helped to rein in the itchiness from the overload of lust. “Fine. But can you tell me why this guy wanted to be mine so badly?”
Concern finally softened Gynger’s features. “Was it that bad, then?”
“No. Actually the exact opposite. It was really, really good.” She sighed. The anger fled from her, leaking from her body in a slow trickle. “He wanted me to enjoy it and oh, I did. I’m twitchy with the amount of energy he fed me.”
“Then why are you so mad about it?”
How to explain the lack of control, the emotions that tried to rear their ugly heads from the tight container in which she’d kept them leashed for so long? Even her closest friends didn’t know the lengths she’d taken to bury everything deep inside. “I just don’t like being played with, that’s all.”
“Okay?” Gynger let the silence stretch between them before arching her brow. “So, you keeping him on for Thursdays?”
Victoria scowled at her friend but couldn’t find it in herself to shake her head. She didn’t want to keep him in her rotation, but with his energy flooding her she knew there was no way she’d give him to one of the other girls. Without voicing her answer, she swiveled and stomped out of the door. When Gynger’s chuckle followed her into the hallway Victoria cringed. Fucking emotions.
Taking the elevator to her floor was out of the question. She needed to burn off some excess energy before she did something stupid, like punch a wall. When she’d first been made she’d taken to fighting as a method of anger management. Releasing energy in that form had helped her to learn control. She hadn’t had to resort to an external burn in a long time. The fact that she needed to find an outlet now terrified and intrigued her. Who was this male who could so easily overload her system? Feeding from multiple men in a single night hadn’t filled her need as well as twenty minutes with Nick. Why hadn’t one of the girls mentioned him before? Had she been his first experience with her company? Was that why Gynger had pushed so hard to get him into Victoria’s rotation?
Glancing at her watch brought her mind back to matters at hand. She had nine minutes to offload some of the energy that was making her jittery and get back to her apartment before her next client. Nausea rolled through her at the thought of fucking someone else, but she had a full roster for the night, which meant she’d invade five more minds before the night was through.
Sprinting for the stairs gave her body something to concentrate on, and was a way for her to discharge some of the pent-up lust her succubus side couldn’t use at the moment. She could do three full circuits up and down the stairwell if she hurried. The metallic thud of the heavy door closing behind her was already muted by distance as she raced at inhuman speed up the eighteen flights of stairs. Her body flew over the steps, getting into a rhythm that helped to drown out the thoughts tumbling around in her skull. She didn’t want to think about the male, didn’t want to smell his scent as if it still clung to her body. She definitely didn’t want to hear his husky voice whispering promises in her ear as if she still lay under his body. Growling, she pushed herself harder, sprinting down the flights of stairs as fast as she could.
Sweat poured off her body, soaking her clothes as she closed her bedroom door. The soft click sounded loud in the quiet, but her mind was calmer even if her body was still on overload. With three minutes until her call she rushed into the shower. She was thankful that she possessed supernatural speed because she was washed, rinsed and drying her hair in two minutes. Wrapping a towel around her hair, her robe about her shoulders and climbing onto the bed finished out her time.
The first ring of the phone had her nausea returning, but she swallowed and took a deep breath. She picked up the receiver and opened her mind to the shifter male on the other end of the call.
“Geof, how are you, lover?”
His response was a growl and she felt the magic take her, pulling her against her will into his mind. She blinked and found herself standing in the normal room Geof imagined for their time together. She called it the dungeon. Black concrete walls held myriad chains and implements of pain. Cuffs hung from multiple points on one side. Tonight he wasn’t strung up in a set of them. She glanced down to see what body she’d have for their time. Thin, dark and covered in latex. She silently sighed. Dominatrix night for the wolf-boy. Looking up, she found her client strapped to a Saint Andrew’s Cross, gagged and blindfolded. His sculpted body shivered as she approached on her stiletto boots. At least I don’t have to concentrate. Her job would be to get him off as fast as possible. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to touch him.
* * * * *
“She still took clients, didn’t she?” Dominick couldn’t keep the hurt from his voice. Of course she had. She was a businesswoman and a succubus. That he’d thought she’d give that up after one session with him just showed how truly naive he was.
“Sweetie, you
knew she wouldn’t give her clients up the first time, right? She’s been doing this for a long time.” He could hear the laughter in Gynger’s voice. “She was definitely freaked out though. She put the door handle through my wall when she came storming in here.”
Was it wrong for him to feel pleased that he’d thrown Victoria off her game? Probably, but he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “Really?”
“Oh, definitely. She’s been digging all day looking for you. I’m glad I spent the extra time burying your name and information.”
“Did you give her my gift?”
“Not yet, but I will. You do realize that she’s not going to give up what she does for a while? I’ve known her for years. She’s buried her feelings and emotions so deeply that it might take months for her to accept that you’re hers. For her to be in the same room with you and not even blink tells me much about her repressed succubus nature. She should have morphed into her demon self and taken you right there in the boardroom.”
A shiver coursed down his spine at the thought of that. He knew what a succubus looked like in demon form. Scary, beautiful, deadly. They sported leathery wings that were very large and usually spread behind them. Prehensile fingers extended from the upper joints. Their skin darkened when they morphed into their demon self, usually maroons, blues and black. He wondered, wistfully, what color her demon self was. Would she be as dark as night? Would her eyes remain violet or would they darken as well?
“Dominick? You still there?” Gynger’s voice shook him from his thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry. Please give her my gift and don’t let her get rid of me on Thursdays. If that’s all she’ll give me for now I’ll have to take it.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, hon. Like I said, she’s been living in a very cold, very remote place in her head for a long time.”
“I have to try, Gyn. She’s my mate and now that I’ve found her I ache for her. I didn’t even realize that warlocks could feel the mating need, but I’m living it. I can’t let her go without a fight.”
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