by Lexi C. Foss
“I like where this is going,” he said, not moving as she requested.
She thought he might, because she did too. Very much so.
Her mouth hovered over his as she slowly and expertly lowered herself onto his gorgeous cock. He filled her deliciously, inch by inch, until she seated herself on him completely. All without using her hands. And she’d managed to keep it mostly hidden from their audience by using her dress. Of course, they all knew what they were up to. The collective arousal of their audience rolled over her skin, heightening and intensifying everything. She could elicit orgasms from all of them with a switch of her mind, send everyone into a fit of pleasure-filled screams, but she reserved her strength for Balthazar.
Not for their first time, though. She wanted to feel every move without provocation. Very few could please her without a little mental foreplay, marking this a unique experience for her. And she intended to drink her fill of him first.
“You feel amazing,” she whispered as she allowed herself a subtle thrust to deepen the physical connection between them.
He merely smiled, waiting.
Leela released the counter and dug her nails into his shoulders instead. He didn’t even flinch or shift an inch, still abiding by her request.
Such restraint.
She could feel him pulsing inside of her. So hot and ready, and very, very intimate. Her body responded in kind, sending a flood of heat to her core. This man evoked an almost foreign reaction in her. She was ready to come again without any real foreplay, merely because he sat beneath her.
Her nipples chaffed against her dress, begging to meet his mouth, his hands, anything, and fuck, every other part of her body desired him too.
It had to be because she knew what he could do, that he possessed more talent and experience than everyone else in existence except her.
Oh, how she longed to master the master, to teach him something new when no one else could. And maybe a tiny part of her hoped he might show her a new trick or two as well. Immortality was a long, long time. Boredom threatened them all, insanity too. Leela wanted to live, to feel, to be. Could Balthazar aid her in that pursuit? Even if just for the weekend?
Only one way to find out.
She threaded her fingers through his thick hair and pulled him impossibly closer.
“Touch me,” she demanded against his mouth. “I want to know what you can do. What you can really do.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” His tongue parted her lips in a domineering way that set her blood on fire just as his arm came around her lower back to force her into a different angle. The head of his cock hit her insides in the most delicious way, causing her to rock back on him with a groan that he promptly swallowed.
Oh God.
He could move.
Really, really, move.
Even seated on a stool, he still managed to pound into her with a force that stoked her inner flames. She gave up trying to analyze it and gave in to the power of him. Of Balthazar, and the way he dominated her body with knowing strokes inside her.
And oh, yes, his palm, exploring her breast, pinching her nipple, and squeezing at precisely the right moment. Yes, yes, just like that.
The arm around her lower back kept her from falling as he fucked her blind. She was on top, but there was no mistaking who was in charge here. And she allowed it. Accepted it. Loved it.
As did the crowd.
Oh Christ, she could feel all their admiring gazes and lust-filled desires. It intoxicated her senses, pushing her closer to the edge of infinite pleasure.
Balthazar had to feel it too, with his gifts, yet control radiated from him. Despite all her expectations, he yet again proved her wrong.
The perfect mate, she thought blindly. He truly would be her ideal, if love existed for someone like her.
Not now. Not with him driving into her so hard, so incredibly… Fuck.
She clung to his biceps, her world splintering as his mouth swallowed her screams. The orgasm had hit her out of nowhere, fracturing her insides and sending her spiraling into the clouds.
Misting, she realized. Shit. She stopped, but, holy hell, that had taken her to a new plane of existence. Grounded again, she returned in time to watch Balthazar come undone inside her. He’d still been able to feel her, even when she’d gone ethereal. That shouldn’t have been possible, though she’d not done that before during sex.
Something new.
Oh, and the man even came beautifully.
This wasn’t fair at all.
Ecstasy darkened his eyes to a smolder as his lips parted on her name. His muscles tensed around her, eliciting delicious little spasms down below that sent her spiraling into another haze of arousal.
Intoxicating. That’s what this was. Explosive too.
She kissed him to stop herself from saying something she couldn’t take back. His ego didn’t require stroking. Neither did hers. They both knew this was amazing. She saw it in his eyes right before attacking his mouth.
He returned the kiss while continuing to move inside her, his arm still around her back. They needed to switch locations. Their audience was going to explode in a sexual frenzy if this continued, and Leela knew the local authorities would frown upon that.
Granted, Balthazar could just manipulate their emotions, but alas, no. She wanted him to herself.
At least for the night.
No energy spent anywhere else. Or on anyone else.
Only each other.
She smiled against his lips, an idea forming at the thought. Oh, this would be delicious fun. He introduced her to his prowess, so why not return the favor?
“I like that look, Leela,” he murmured. “What are you thinking?”
“It’s hard not knowing, isn’t it?” She nipped his chin as she found her footing to stand.
His hands went to her hips, holding her to him. “We’re not done yet.”
“Oh, don’t I know it.” She slid upward and paused with her hands on his shoulders. “Want to see what I can do now?”
Surprise briefly flitted through his features. How cute. He thought she’d already demonstrated for him.
“That was just my body, lover,” she whispered while stepping onto the sand-covered concrete. “Spread.” She tapped his thighs and he obliged without question, allowing her to move in between his legs again. “Ready?”
“Always.”
Her heart raced at the unhindered boldness in his voice. It was laced with a demand, as were the hands still grasping her hips. He didn’t seem ready to let go—a feeling they shared. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and guided his palms upward.
“Feel free to hold on, lover. You might need it.”
Leela didn’t wait for him to reply as she bent her head and took his thick head into her mouth. He hissed out a breath, his fingers going to her hair as her tongue licked the salty essence from the tip.
She adored the taste of uninhibited sex, and it coated his member all the way to the base. Leela sucked him clean, luxuriating in the beauty of their coupling. He fit her in every way. Provocative. Shameless. Perfect.
Her core pulsed with the need to feel him again, even as his warm seed trickled down her own thighs. This could so easily become an addiction.
One weekend, she promised herself. That’s all.
And she had better make it worth her while. Starting with a proper introduction into what she could offer.
Her eyes locked with his as she pulled him deep into her throat. His grip tightened, his body tensing, but she knew he was nowhere near an orgasm, not after just coming inside her. Which was entirely the point.
She flattened her palms on his thighs as she dropped to her knees and held her breath while taking him impossibly deeper.
Then she unleashed her gift.
It hummed from her fingertips, quiet at first, as she pulsed sexual energy into him and infiltrated his very being with so much lust that she knew he wouldn’t be able to see straight. His chocolate gaze
widened, the only indication that he felt her intrusion, and then his body came to life beneath her touch.
She could rip the orgasm from him, but no, she wanted him to feel every sensation. Her tongue and mouth worked him while her power slithered through his veins, encouraging his climax to build faster and harder than ever before.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his grip tightening in her hair. “What are you doing to me?”
She increased the intensity in response, causing his head to fall back on a groan. A countdown started in her thoughts. With each passing second, she upped the power a notch and watched him slowly lose his grasp on reality and succumb to overwhelming desire.
His hot seed hit the back of her throat as she reached the final number. It was a true crime for a man to taste this good, not that Leela was surprised. Everything about Balthazar surpassed expectations.
Most Seraphim referred to Ichorians and Hydraians as abominations. While Leela might agree to an extent, there was nothing disgraceful about this particular Hydraian. He resembled a god even when lost to the thrills of ecstasy, and he was staring down at her in complete awe now.
She let him go with a pop of her mouth and slowly stood. His hands went to her hips again, his grip stronger now.
“Worried I might disappear?” she asked coyly while carefully zipping up his pants. “We agreed to a weekend, lover. I’ve only just begun with you. Unless you think that was my best?”
His heated gaze ran over her slowly, thoroughly, cataloging every detail. “My suite has a kitchen.”
“Are you suggesting we might be there a few days?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
“What about your challenge?”
“I have a new one.” He smiled. “Want to play?”
She returned the amusement. “You know I do.”
“Then let’s go.”
She stepped backward and held out her hand to help him up. He smirked even as he accepted the gesture, and then he used the link to tug her against his hard body. His lips met her ear. “You may have impressed me with your oral skills, sweetheart, but I’m far from exhausted. I want to see what else you can do.”
“Likewise,” she returned. “Now stop stalling and take me upstairs.”
5
B
Leela was a Seraphim.
No, not just a Seraphim, but an emotional Seraphim.
Balthazar almost didn’t believe it, but the minds of those around them at the bar confirmed everything. Leela had gone ethereal mid-orgasm. He could feel her the entire time, even as her body flickered in and out of sight.
A Seraphim.
What an unreal experience. All of it. Including the mind-numbing orgasm she’d gifted him, using her very talented mouth. He required more of that, as well as a taste of his own.
He linked his fingers with hers as they walked with purpose through the lobby toward the elevators. Energy and heat simmered between them, neither of their needs near sated despite the interlude outside.
Balthazar desired a thorough introduction to her abilities and intended to repay the favor. All night. And along the way, he’d learn everything he could about her, while having a little fun in the process.
As soon as the doors closed, he pushed her up against the wall and took her mouth with a ferocity he rarely exuded. She responded in kind, threading her fingers through his hair and holding him as if he belonged to her.
This woman… Fuck. She’d undone him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He had so many questions.
Who are you?
What else can you do?
Where are you really from?
Are there more of you?
He asked her with his tongue, and he swore she answered with, Keep going and maybe I’ll tell you.
The ding of their arrival on his floor barely registered as he lifted her into the air, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he walked them in the general direction of his room.
Balthazar needed her naked. Now.
Her lips traveled to his neck, nibbling as she went, while he opened the door on his first try.
God, yes. Flames caressed his lower abdomen where she rubbed herself shamelessly against him. So wet. So fucking hot.
“Kitchen or wall, Lee?” He kicked the door closed with his foot.
“Both,” she panted. “Definitely both.”
“My kind of woman.”
“My kind of man.”
He grinned and set her on the marble counter. “I love this dress.” He found the zipper at her back. “Let’s not ruin it.”
Leela drew her thumb down his buttons, her eyes radiating wicked intent. “You have more of these, right?” She hooked her fingers into his shirt and tugged it open, sending buttons flying. “Oops.”
“Hmm.” Someone was impatient. While he felt the same, he opted to ever so gently glide the zipper down, one divot at a time.
Her palms flattened against his undershirt and traveled lower to his jeans. Such deftly skilled hands. She had his belt undone and jeans unfastened before he hit the base of her spine.
He followed the loose fabric up to her shoulder blades and down again. “So soft,” he murmured.
She grasped his still-hard cock. “Yes. It is.” Her now-bare feet crept up his thighs, then pushed the fabric downward to reveal him completely. “And nicely proportioned as well.”
His lips twitched. “You should see how I use it.”
“Oh, I’ve already had my test-drive. I’m ready for another round whenever you are, lover.”
He kicked off his shoes and pants and placed his palms on the counter on either side of her hips. “You need to experience the whole package, sweetheart. Not just my cock.”
She raised a brow, her hand slowing its exploration of his shaft. “I’m listening.”
His thumbs slid to her thighs, tracing the trim of her short dress. “My tongue is well exercised.” He pushed the fabric higher, exposing her intimately. “Care for a demonstration?”
“I’m tempted.”
He drew his finger through her damp folds while keeping his other hand on the marble surface beside her. “Are you?” He stopped at her entrance and leaned in as if to kiss her. “Remove your dress and lie back on your elbows,” he said against her lips.
Her pupils flared. “Yes, sir.” She released him to obey, pulling the black satin up over her head as he requested, before falling back—naked—onto the counter for his review. “Like what you see?” she asked, repeating the first words she spoke to him this morning.
He removed his ruined button-down and undershirt while she watched. “Do you?”
Her eyes raked over him slowly and thoroughly. “I was right. You do look better naked.”
Balthazar smiled, enjoying this little game. “Likewise, sweetheart.” Using his hands, he widened her legs and took a step back to take in every detail. Utter perfection. “Mmm, actually, you look amazing like this.”
Her thighs tensed beneath his palms, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. So beautifully aroused. Would she disappear again for him? Scream his name while in her ethereal state?
Only one way to find out.
He lightly skimmed his fingers upward to her hips and then higher to her breasts, tracing, memorizing every glorious inch of her soft skin. His stomach clenched at the sight, his own needs stirring deeply and readily inside of him.
Soon. Balthazar wanted her so turned on that she couldn’t see straight. Leela seemed to think she knew him, and maybe she did, but he was known for surpassing expectations. And she leveled a challenge at him unlike any other.
He couldn’t hear her thoughts, couldn’t play with her emotions, and she clearly had her own seductive talents. This relied on pure sexual strength alone, which he had in spades.
Goose bumps pebbled beneath his featherlight touch, her body radiating approval. He explored her curves, her stomach, the center of her chest, all the while cataloging each of her tells. The hitch of her breath, the way her nipples tig
htened when he brushed the sides of her breasts, and the subtle clenching of her fists.
She wanted him to do more.
He wanted her desperate for it.
Fire danced in her gaze as he bent to nibble on her hip bone—in that perfect spot most women didn’t even know existed. Just a tiny bit of pressure… She arched into him, and he pressed her back down with a palm against her abdomen.
“Balthazar…”
“I do enjoy hearing my name spoken in such a manner,” he murmured against her skin. He traced a path with his tongue along her lower belly and paused when he reached her other side. A tiny heart-shaped rune lingered beneath his mouth. He grinned against the familiar design—Stas had one on her lower back that repelled Ichorian gifts. Apparently, Leela’s version protected her from Hydraian talents, and likely from Ichorian abilities as well.
It seemed his little Seraphim was filled with secrets, and maybe some answers too.
He nipped her again, this time holding her in place when she reacted.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her head moving from side to side.
He hadn’t even touched her intimately yet, and already he could sense the stirrings inside of her. It seemed her sexual energy was twofold, something she could unleash on her partner, but also a constant burning flame within. Fascinating.
Heat radiated from her core like a beacon, daring him to taste, but he moved upward instead to take one stiff peak into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Her head fell back, her eyes closing, her lips parting, and damn if that wasn’t a lovely picture. His cock readily agreed, eager to move this along, but this was about Leela. He wanted to give her an orgasm so intense that she lost control. Again.
Balthazar switched breasts, his teeth gently biting her along the way. A not-so-gentle pinch to her other nipple had her legs coming around his waist in an effort to force him closer.
He chuckled. “Need something, love?”
She growled low in her throat. “Tease.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter. His lips hovered over hers. “Tease,” he repeated, pressing his aching dick against her wet and ready heat. “This is teasing,” he corrected as his head expertly located her clit.
