Genesis Queen (The Road to Hell Series)

by Miller, Gracen

  A slow, wicked grin exposed his dimples. Knuckles scraped along her jaw. “Allow me to tie you down?”

  Madison’s lips parted and her breathing stuttered.

  “Shocked ya.” His eyes twinkled.

  She exhaled. He’d been joking.

  His arm curled around her shoulders, drawing her tight against his body. Her fingers bunched his shirt into her fists. The thumb of his other hand trailed across her bottom lip. “It was a serious request, Mads.”

  Serious? About tying her down? To the bed? Excitement and nervousness slammed through her. “How would you restrain me?” She licked her lips. “What would you do to me while you had me tied down?”

  “It’s more enjoyable to be unprepared for what’s to come.”

  “There’s fun in not knowing?”

  He chuckled. “Hell. Yes.” He kissed her, hands digging in her hair and holding her motionless. The type of kiss that said he planned to fuck her until she thought she’d died and gone to Heaven. By the time he elevated from her mouth, she clung to him. He nipped her bottom lip, a playful smile exposing his dimples. “I would tie you to the four posts on the bed. Sprawled out on that massive mattress just for my pleasure in giving you orgasm after orgasm.” His eyelids drooped at what he described. A clear hint at how much the thought thrilled him. “Mads, you will not regret it.”

  Giving anyone that much control terrified her. Not having a weapon strapped to her body already had her feeling naked. How much more exposed and vulnerable would she feel strapped to the bed unable to defend herself?

  Tied to a bed for Nix to feast on us, Usha, her demon, drawled as if Madison had clearly lost her wits. I’m missing the downside.

  If she could trust anyone to not mismanage her vulnerability, it would be him. She caught his nervous swallow.

  “This is something you’ve fantasized about?”

  “More than once.”

  Heat poured through her at his confession. Being dreamed about like she was a sex object turned out to be more satisfying than she’d thought possible. “Okay.”

  “You don’t look okay at the idea of me having my way with you.”

  She was all about him having his way with her. The idea of being unable to defend herself bothered her more than she cared to admit.

  His hand shifted out of her hair and down to her neck. The solid wall of his chest felt fantastic against her body, lent comfort and a sense of surreal protection—surreal only in the sense that he couldn’t guard her from Hell. The texture of his touch felt so magnificent she feared her pores would melt in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

  “I want to experience this with you. Only with you.”

  Oh, Jesus Christ, yes, yes, yes! Tamping down her demon was going to be harder than she imagined. Maybe, once restrained, Lynx would be easier to manage.

  “I want to make all your dreams come true.” Anything for Nix. “Tie me to my bed, Nix, and have your wicked way with me.”

  He groaned and embraced her. “You won’t regret this,” he whispered against her mouth between kisses.

  Of course she wouldn’t, this was Nix and—

  Madison squealed when he swept her into his arms. She clutched his shoulders as he carried her across the room. Another kiss stole her breath as he situated her on the bed. The arm from beneath her knees moved without warning and his hand palmed a breast. The fabric between them was suddenly too much. A wildfire of carnal fervor raced along her body, prickling her skin as if the room temperature had suddenly plummeted.

  With a hard tug against his shirt, Nix collapsed on top of her. Mouths pressed together, they shared breaths, his feeding her like he’d become manna, while their tongues mated. His shirt abraded her breasts, her nipples growing tight and achy. His belly lay against hers, and his weight pressed her into the mattress. It wasn’t enough. His thigh between her legs taunted her succubus into a frenzy. She wanted—no, needed him—naked and inside her. Now wasn’t soon enough. Five minutes ago would have been ideal.

  He tore his mouth off hers. “I won’t be diverted.”

  We need you, Nix, Usha whimpered.

  She groaned as he slid his mouth down her neck and sucked on her collarbone a moment, before moving lower. Flattening her hands palms-down on the bedspread, she closed her eyes and became a silo of physical sensation.

  A scrape of his teeth against one breast…the other received a lick and a wicked suckle, all through the silk of her nightgown. His fingers clasped her hips while he kissed across her belly. His tongue cavorted along her lower abdomen where her gown and panties dissected.

  Her hand clamped on the back of his head. “Gawd, don’t stop.”

  “Which is better? That…or this?” He rotated his thumb directly over her clitoris.

  Madison’s eyelids flew upward. Damn the lace separating their tangible connection!

  “That!” In an attempt to anchor him there, she draped a leg over his shoulder.

  Nix teased the hidden bud with soft strokes. Pleasure grew elastic, expanding, becoming taut, but the hard snap of release refused to arrive.

  “Cio’ka reqqelv pa.” You’re killing me.

  A wicked chuckle rumbled against her belly.

  “Welejt eh, Nix.” Finish it.

  “Uj eio mqauja pe noaal.” As you please, my queen.

  Not until he called her queen did she realize she’d spoken in Xapil and he’d replied in the same language. He adjusted his position, and rose over her. He captured a silk-clad nipple in his mouth. As he sucked and laved the peak with his tongue, his thumb pressed on her clit, slow, slow devilish swirls against her sweet spot alternating between firm and light strokes.

  Jesus Christ!

  Breathing became a foreign idea as her hips gyrated against his hand. Liquid heat burned at her core, spread outward across her body.

  “Nix!” The climax slammed into her, fast, hard, and without mercy.

  The blaze of bliss lingered longer than normal. She saw nothing, heard nothing, and existed simply as a bundle of tingling nerves.

  “That should take the edge off.” He sounded delighted as he grazed his teeth across her nipple and pushed upward off her. He caught the back of her leg as he rose to his knees, holding the limb against his chest to lick, nibble, and kiss her skin. “God, I love the noises you make when you come.”

  Her cheeks scalded as his words reminded her how noisy she was in her pleasure.

  “Mads”—he tongued her anklebone—“you just melted all over me with your orgasm and you’re blushing from my words.”

  Raised by her sex-hating, Baptist preacher daddy, it would take time for her to embrace her sexuality without awkwardness.

  “Are you sure you’re going to be okay with me restraining you?” His concern thawed any reservations she might have clung to.

  “Yes.” The gruffness of her voice showcased her recent pleasure. She cleared her throat. “What will you use as bindings?” It wasn’t like she had the formal stuff.

  “Whatever I can find in your closet and probably the tie in my bag.” He paused with his mouth on her calf and looked at her. “Definitely my tie.” His lips fluttered against her flesh, drawing more arousal from her body. “Maybe I’ll blindfold you with it.”

  Micah had blindfolded her once. The night he’d proposed. There had been nothing sexual about it. Just his need to keep the romantic locale a secret until he was ready to spring his surprise. That felt like ages ago. “Whatever you desire.”

  He climbed off the bed and headed into her closet. Madison turned her head toward the windows. Was her husband outside watching? She hadn’t given him a second thought after instructing Nix to shock him with their behavior. Not that she cared about scandalizing him. She needed tonight to stand out, so she’d have something to cling to after Micah invaded her peaceful existence and tempted her. Tonight was about her and Nix because she very much feared it could be their last.

  “Should I remove my clothes?”

  His head e
merged through the doorway. “No.”

  Green eyes slithered over her body stretched out on the bed, languid, sated, and too satisfied to move. Toying with his restraint—and unsure where the brazenness came from within her—she flicked her fingers across a nipple. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. “I’ll undress you.”

  A moment later, Nix exited her closet with a pink fuzzy sash and a black satin one. She pushed up on her elbows as he rummaged in his bag and withdrew a dark blue tie.

  “You should unpack.” He tossed her a glance over his shoulder as she said, “I’ll clean out a drawer for you and make some room in the closet.”

  He chuckled as he approached the bed. “Baby, everything I own is in that duffel and if I need to haul ass, it’s like fast food. I grab and go.”

  “Hauling ass isn’t in your future.” Any demon that came after him would have her to deal with. A pissed-off Lynx succubus wasn’t good for any creature.

  Nix paused and stared at her a long while. “Why do I need so much real estate for my clothes when I don’t own that much?”

  She’d love to see her gruff Sherlock wearing something fancy. Yeah, he obviously owned a tie, but she’d never seen him wear one. And he deserved a closet full of jeans and shirts. Some shit-kicking boots to round out his lifestyle and he’d be good to go. As much as she knew he’d hate the idea, she’d make him a kept man and enjoy spoiling him in the process.

  “Nix.” She sat up as he neared the bed. “I need you to unpack.” His attention shot to her as he tossed the items in his hand on the bed. She twisted her fingers together. “Your clothes beside mine makes this relationship feel more stable somehow.” What she had with him already felt real, so stable was the best alternative she could come up with.

  Sitting beside her, he twisted to face her. “Baby.” He palmed her neck, running his thumb along her skin. “As soon as I’m finished being wicked with you, I’ll unpack.”

  Madison turned her face to kiss his wrist. “Thank you.”

  Nix towed his palms down her arms and clamped her wrists together with one hand. “I only found the three.” He nodded toward the two sashes and the tie. “I’ll bind your wrists together over your head and anchor them to one of the posts. The other two will be used on your ankles. The blindfold will have to wait until another night.”

  She smiled at his adorable pout. Rendering her sightless meant a lot to him. “Will scarves work for what you have in mind?”

  “Yes.”

  “There are some in the top, right-hand drawer.”

  After a quick kiss on the lips, he made a beeline for the scarves.

  “I can’t picture you wearing one of these.” He withdrew a red one and he held up the costly material. Givenchy. A good selection and priced at over two hundred dollars.

  “They are useful when I need to play the debutante.” Nowadays that persona was rarely needed. “You require that many?” At least four dangled from his hand.

  He turned with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. “Never know. It’s better to be prepared.”

  Madison could not wait to find out what deviousness put that look on his face. His eyes practically gleamed and his dark green aura buzzed about the edges in smoky peaks.

  He scattered them on the coverlet on either side of her. Nix crawled on his knees toward her and captured her left hand. A single kiss was placed to the wrist before he secured the pink fuzzy sash around it. She watched him. Excitement pinged off him, infected her, and had her itching for another climax.

  “You’ll submit to me, Mads?”

  She swallowed past the sudden dry-mouth. “Yes.”

  “Do exactly as I command?”

  A smile twitched her lips. “If you insist, yeah.”

  “Then lie back.”

  She complied. As soon as her head hit the mattress, she lifted her arm over her head. A silent commitment to his endeavor. Only a twitter of nerves bandied through her when he anchored the one arm to the bedpost. As he walked around to the other side of the bed, she tested the bindings. Not too tight on her wrist and her elbow remained bent, so she retained some range of motion.

  Nix repeated the same steps with the right arm. A kiss to the wrist, before he bound her to the post with the remaining sash. She looked at him as his gaze traveled down her body. Dear God, she loved the way he worshiped her with his eyes.

  “Spread your legs,” he said abruptly.

  The request sent a jolt of nerves through her. Exposing herself rendered her vulnerable again.

  “Mads, you agreed.”

  She inched them apart.

  “Wider.” A callused finger trailed down her thigh to her knee. “I want them wide enough I can thrust inside you.”

  Taking a deep breath, she stared at him as she opened her legs.

  “Nice. That’s my girl.” Crawling onto the bed between her parted thighs, he clutched her hips and pulled her down, stretching her arms out.

  No slack remained.

  When he finished with her, she realized she would be bound tight. With no ability to move…she inhaled, tamping down her jittery nerves.

  Nix will not hurt us. As always, Usha spoke true.

  On the exhale, serenity with her actions eased her anxiety.

  He leapt off the bed and made quick work of binding her ankles. “Hot, sexy, and edible.”

  Heat burned her cheeks.

  He pondered her for a long while. “Your clothes might not survive. Will you be disappointed?”

  Anticipation scattered along her body. Unable to speak, she shook her head.

  “One final thing.” He came around, hopped onto the mattress, and straddled her waist. The hard evidence of his arousal caged in his jeans pressed against her belly. He snapped the tie, holding the ends in each hand. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the mattress above her head and kissed her so long she’d forgotten his intention to blindfold her. When he lifted his head, he stared into her eyes. “I love you, baby.”

  “I’m in love with you, Nix.”

  He grinned, convincing her he understood the difference in her wording. Her emotions for Micah were questionable. Though uncertain if she loved her husband, she could say with certainty she was in love with Nix.

  No request came from him, but she lifted her head for him and he secured the fabric at the side of her head. She guessed so the knot wouldn’t irritate her scalp.

  “After tonight, you’ll know me as the orgasm god,” he whispered against her ear.

  Madison laughed.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Nix licked the shell of her ear and her laughter dissolved into desire. Anticipating his next move, she held her breath and waited. His tongue slid down her neck. She moved to clasp his head to her, but the restraints held steady. Already she’d forgotten about them.

  Frustrated, Madison groaned.

  Out of the blue, he tongued a nipple, twirling the silk around the peak. She fisted her fingers when the damp material went the other direction. The texture of the wet garment against her flesh was divine torture. He shoved his other hand beneath the nightgown. His palm dragging across her belly, he cupped her other breast and thumbed the nipple.

  Fire shot between her thighs. A moan leached from her lungs and she tried to arch into him, but he’d restrained her too well for movement.

  “Like that, baby?”

  “Mmhm.”

  He sucked the nipple and pinched the other. Forget fire shooting between her legs, lightning bolts went off. Only vaguely was she aware of the cries she made. The more noise he elicited, the more aggressive his foreplay.

  His hand moved off her breast and she whimpered, “No.”

  A callused palm landed on her thigh, and his finger swished the sensitive flesh where her leg met her body. Teasing. She attempted to shift her hips and force his touch on her pussy. The stroke ceased, and his fingers tensed on her thigh.

  “Don’t rush it, baby.” He tormented her nipple with his teeth. “I’m the Dom toni
ght. You’re the sub.”

  What the hell does that mean?

  “It’ll go at my pace. Not yours.”

  Well, that cleared up his meaning.

  More caresses, kisses, licks and nips…down the outsides of her legs and back up the inside of them. When he neared her pussy, Madison tensed in anticipation. He towed his mouth across her panty-clad folds, continuing a detour upward to her belly, over each rib, and a chaste kiss to each puckered nipple.

  “You’re punishing me for wanting it faster?”

  His palm clamped over her mouth and turned her head to the side. Teeth scraped across her neck. “No.”

  He nipped her earlobe and sucked the sting out. Madison shivered.

  Nix’s hand moved off her mouth to her hair, digging in the strands to pull her head back. “I want you wet.”

  “I’m already wet.”

  “Yeah?”

  She managed only a brief nod with his fingers buried in her hair.

  “I can’t be that good. I’ve not felt you there.” He tapped her crotch and nipped her chin.

  He was that good.

  “Let’s just see.”

  Madison bit her lip in suspense, half-expecting him to divert the direction of his touch just to keep her on the edge. He pushed the slim material of her panties to the side. The puff of his breath hit her cheek, so she guessed he watched her expression as he caressed her intimately. She wanted to beg him, but he’d already forewarned the speed was up to him. She couldn’t chance him slowing more.

  The sudden entry of his finger ripped her breath away.

  “Apparently, I am that good.”

  Gawd, he was gloating. Not that she gave a damn.

  His finger withdrew. She whimpered.

  “Wet. So wet.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “Part your lips.”

  A moist fingertip traipsed across her bottom lip and circled her upper one.

  “Taste yourself, baby.”

  Madison licked, savoring her arousal. Sweet. Like honey. Nix groaned and kissed her hard, his tongue aggressive against hers. His hand went back to her thighs and two fingers pressed inside her. She moaned into his mouth. A moment later, his fingers were there, interrupting their kiss and pressing against her tongue. She licked and sucked his digits.