by Erin R Flynn
I grabbed it, jumped right back in, and hung from it with two hands, my legs flying out behind me. I reached that moment where it wanted to fall to the floor but I pulled it so it went over my head and I caught my feet in it just in time that I didn’t crash. A few more moves and I finished strong, spinning the wheel out from me and walking towards Evan.
“You are ridiculous, love,” he praised, smiling wide as he clapped for me. “That was amazing and for some reason, I’m fairly certain that was your first time doing it to those songs.”
“It was, but if you know the songs, you should be able to feel the right moves in time. It’s why I hate sharing my choreography for the Cyr wheel. It’s so personal and like your interpretation to the music that people should do their own. Or at least for me.”
“Some people need the map to find where they’re going and to get to that level,” he reminded me, and that was fair, really fair, and I acknowledged it. He slid his arm around me and pulled me close. “Show me your bedroom, love.”
I went to ask why, but then he moved his lower body against me. My eyes went wide. “That really did it for you, huh?”
“Yes, and pushed my patience, I’m afraid.”
I couldn’t help but smile as he didn’t sound sorry at all. “Does it count if it’s in a dream?”
“Want to find out?” he murmured against my lips, sighing when I nodded. “Thank bloody fuck because I’m out of my head for you.” His mashed his mouth to mine, and I was right there with him. I wrapped around him, his hands cupping my ass and squeezing in a way I liked.
He knew where my room was, as it was obviously the only door we hadn’t gone in besides a few closets. The double doors were also a dead giveaway. He managed to get it open even if we both reached for the handle and we bumped into it, which seemed to amuse us both since it was a dream. His tongue was greedy and desperate as he kissed me, mapping every inch of me.
We stopped at the bed, and I slid to my feet, staring at him for a few moments as if checking we really wanted it like this. “I’ve never had sex in my apartment, and technically I’m still not.”
“Fuck, love, that’s so kinky and awesome and it will definitely be something we never forget.” He started undressing as he was talking, and I did as well, getting we were there. He tossed me onto the bed before I realized he’d even picked me up. Evan followed me down, hard and ready, but only kissing me as he moved between my legs.
“Yes, now, now,” I gasped as he teased me. I moved my legs on either side of his hips and moaned as he thrust in me. “Oh shit, yes, fuck me, Evan.”
“Oh, love, I will do everything to you,” he hissed before attacking my lips again. He linked our fingers and moved our hands above my head, pushing to his knees and spreading me wider as he snapped his hips with all he had. “Blimey, love, you are better than I dreamed.”
I caught the pun and thought I’d laugh later, but currently I was a bit busy having my world rocked. I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts, and we both moaned when it intensified the fun. Something changed and I cried out when it felt as if I was being eaten out as we were having sex. I bellowed his name and came with a scream that was bordering on obnoxious even if it seemed to push him over the edge.
He buried his face against my neck and sort of growled/grunted my name, which was not a sound I’d heard but I found sexy in a sort of primal way. It was definitely a sound I wanted to hear from him again and again.
“So I’m now a big fan of dream sex if it’s with you,” he muttered against my skin, chuckling deeply. “Big, big fan.”
“Yeah, me too,” I admitted, gasping for air as I squeezed his hands. “Shit, I knew it would be awesome, but that was ridiculous, Evan.”
“Only because it was with you,” he promised, lifting his head and brushing his lips over mine. “Think we can stay asleep for another round?”
“Think this counts as sleep if we’re being so active?” I teased.
“I think I’m going to see if I can make you scream any louder,” he purred.
For the record, he could. He folded me under him and moved over me, taking me hard and deeply. Apparently some elves could be as aggressive and forceful as large shifters.
Nice.
When we finished we wrapped around each other, making out in a sweet, post-orgasmic snuggle. I was just about to ask what happened next when I felt as if something snapped in me and I woke in the bed I was really in with a gasp. Shooting up, I glanced down to see Mason between my legs.
“Okay, that explains why it felt like someone was eating me out as well,” I whispered, rubbing my hand over my chest as my heart raced. “Holy crap, that was crazy.”
“I thought I’d help since you were involved in something while lying next to me,” he explained as he moved to his knees and cupped my cheek. “I couldn’t tell what it was really, but I heard you say Evan’s name and I didn’t worry.”
“Evan,” I breathed and dove for my phone. It was already vibrating, and I quickly answered. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine, you?” his deep voice asked in my ear.
“Yeah, it felt like something snapped and then I was here.”
“I fell asleep in the dream I think,” he muttered. “I don’t really know, but I feel like we actually had sex but also got sleep. You?”
“Well, um, Mason was sort of helping so it felt like we were having sex and he was eating me out but, yeah, I feel sated like I did in the dream.” I opened my mouth to answer the rest but then shook my head. “I don’t know. I think I’m still stuck on my heart racing and making sure this is real.”
“Crap, sorry. I came out peacefully and you were thrown out because I came out. My bad.”
“No, really, it’s fine.” I cleared my throat. “I had fun.”
“Me too,” he chuckled. “Get some actual sleep this time, love.”
“If I end up feeling rested, I’ll let you know because you can absolutely invade my dreams and have fun if I get the sleep too.”
“Thanks, I’d like that.”
We hung up, and I just shook my head as I set down my phone before glancing at Mason. “That was so freaking trippy. He just showed up in my dream, and then he changed it to show me something. He could totally alter the dream. We could. It was his first time doing that and not just accidentally catching a bit of my dreams.”
“It’s rare an elf has that power,” he muttered. “Dream walking is complicated and takes a lot of practice to get to the level of changing it. The connection between you both must be strong and your need for his talent clear.”
I opened my mouth but then blew out a harsh breath. “I don’t know. Yes, he helped, but it was just a memory I keep dreaming.”
He smiled as he reached out and cupped my cheek. “Well, clearly that’s not where you should still be, goddess. Whatever it was, it’s time to let it go.”
“I’ll try.”
“That’s all any of us can do.” He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. “I apologize for taking liberties without asking. If you feel the need to punish me, I accept as I know a demon, and certainly a goddess, should always get her pound of flesh.”
I studied him and only found desires to make me happy and help give me a restful sleep. I leaned in and kissed him. “I’ll punish you alright.”
“Yeah?” he moaned as he pulled me closer. “What does my goddess want?”
I moved us so he was over me, straddling my hips, and holding onto the headboard as he stared down at me. “You can’t touch me.” I yanked down his boxer briefs and took out his perfect dick, which was hard and happy to see me. “I’m going to strengthen our bond, and you can’t touch me during it. You’re going to be dirty and finish on my tits and by my hand.”
“That is not a punishment,” he moaned as I stroked him.
“You can’t touch me.”
“I do like touching you best,” he agreed, his silver eyes bubbling with heat as I cupped his balls and massaged them. “You strengthen the bond
and you might have to keep me, goddess.”
“You might have to make me,” I admitted.
He licked his lips, looking more predator than nerdy, shy Mason. “I can handle that and then remind you why you want me around.” He waited until I nodded. “Can I reach back and hold the toy to you?”
“Shit, yes, yes,” I groaned. He hopped off of me and grabbed it before coming back in the same position. He turned it on and rubbed it against my clit as I took care of him as well.
He warned me when he was close, and we actually finished together. It was a good one for both of us, but one spurt missed my breasts and hit my face… Which seemed to horrify Mason.
“It’s fine, it was an accident,” I chuckled, wiping it away.
“To warlocks it’s a sign of, um, well, rank,” he muttered, his face flushing up all the way to his ears. “You are not beneath me.”
“I know that,” I said gently. “Does it do something different magically?”
“No, it’s just, um, yeah,” he mumbled, hurrying to help me get it all, looking almost panicked. When he tried to get away, maybe to get a towel or something, I wasn’t sure, I rolled us instead, feeling his upset.
“Hey, it’s fine,” I whispered, cupping his face. “Mason, it was an accident. I don’t get what’s going on, but I know we’re equals, okay?” I kissed him until I felt him relax.
He nodded when I sat back up, pushing his hair off his forehead as he took a few deep breaths. “You know how it used to be when monarchs wed they watched the consummation?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t alive for that, but I’ve heard that.”
“Noble elves still do that but when it’s—my father didn’t have sex with my mother the night of their mating in front of everyone. He did that on her face to signify he was accepting her as his mate but not as his equal. It’s how asshole nobles accept anyone not noble blood or just some who feel the need to remind witches they’re beneath warlocks.”
“Wow, just wow, that’s a douche move,” I whispered blinking up at him. “Wow.”
“Yeah, that’s one way to put it,” he chuckled darkly. “I’m sorry, goddess. I don’t feel that way.”
“I know. You would never treat me that way.” I kissed him again, and we made out a bit until we both settled, then I slid off of him, glad when he wrapped his arm around me before pulling up the bedding.
Part of me wanted to ask what happened if a noble warlock wanted to mate with a demon, but I had a feeling I knew the answer and kept circling back to the demon being “dealt with.” Even if that wasn’t what happened, I doubted it was allowed. A whole other reason to keep Mason from his shit family because I already liked him in my life.
“I like being in your life too, goddess,” he whispered, kissing my hair. “And no, it’s not allowed, but neither is running from the family or disobeying the orders of our council, even if they are ordering you to mate. So my father, the council, all noble bloodlines, and even all warlocks can suck me.”
“Well said. I love a rebel,” I chuckled, tilting my head and giving him a kiss.
I really, really did.
14
The day before the “event” I finally agreed to meet Tahnee for dinner, having a bit too much fun making her dance when she really believed she was the smarter one and in control. We were listening to everything with my program on her phone and not only tracking and recording her, but pulling everything she ever used it for.
So I was having lots of fun.
I still had a few hours before I got ready when Elijah came in through the portal… With Snake Boy, the snake shifter who had worked for ISLE, a corner office guy, and had used his powers on me. Oh, and he had planned on raping the lust demon no one would care about as he interrogated me and got everything he wanted.
So I wanted him dead.
“Director Stevens agreed to allow us to sentence the snake as a gesture of good faith given he illegally tried to use his power on you,” Elijah explained. “Also, it’s the first step in Aidan’s idea on testing the limits of your power and hunger.”
I blinked at him with wide eyes, shocked he was on board with this. “I don’t think—I’m not—”
“Child, we need to know,” he said gently. “If nothing else, it will help you gain control so you never do it accidentally again. I also want you to do the same with the traitor and maybe some of the vamps we get tonight.”
“And where are we going to put a whole group, Elijah?” I demanded, pretty annoyed people were making decisions like this behind my back. “And I know you’re good with Aidan and so is Dylan, but I’m not comfortable trusting him with this. This information is also dangerous for me if others have it.”
He held up a hand. “We agree on that, and even Aidan understands. He won’t be involved. Neither will Dylan. The angels have agreed to help with this, as they’re just as worried. You trust them, yes?”
“Yes,” I sighed. Something about them made me trust them, which was probably stupid, but hey, they were angels.
“Good, then they will hold one in their basements or wherever. We’re going to record it all, and only Natalia and I will be involved. We’re ancient and have the experience, the knowledge about you to help.” He sighed when I didn’t answer. “I know it’s scary, but let’s take this chance. If you want to try and really have a future and life with more than you thought possible, you need to do this.”
I swallowed loudly. He didn’t say it, but I heard him loud and clear. If I wanted Dylan and any of the others in my life, to have something real with them, it was time to know how far I could go. Get control so I never hurt them.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he agreed, looking relieved. “Nathanial is holding this one, so let’s head there and start the process. Just a normal feed and let’s see how it goes. We want the data and a range. David is watching the traitor, and I have portals in both rooms so it’s easy and clean access.” He shook his head when I went to object. “I want to add a few quick dampeners on you for tonight anyways just in case.”
I nodded, understanding the plan was for me to go in seeming hungry and easy to overtake possibly, but if Elijah dampened my power some more, that would be about the same and I could let it out when I needed it. I locked my system and glanced at Snake Boy, hating I had to go near him when I wasn’t tearing off his head.
“This can keep them safe from me,” I whispered, bobbing my head and heading to the portal. Elijah activated it for the right place, and we walked right into a concrete foundation basement that I’d not seen, but I hadn’t been everywhere in Nathanial’s house. I went over and kissed him when I saw what he was setting up.
“You’ll be okay,” he said confidently, knowing this was hard on me.
“Yeah, I don’t have to drag it out like a normal feed where I take sips over rounds of fun so no one notices. This is just one quick feed.”
“And sex,” Elijah added, strapping Snake Boy into a metal chair they had ready. “We need to know that infatuation aspect as well.”
“I know, but you’re leaving.”
“I am,” he confirmed. “Nathanial will stay and help in case anything goes wrong.”
“Fine, let’s just get it done. I was having fun fucking with Tahnee and the traitor’s life.” I waited until Elijah was done and went over to him, kissing his cheek. “Thanks for pushing this.”
“You’re not a weapon, but anything powerful needs to be tested and learn control,” he murmured, squeezing my shoulder before activating the portal and leaving.
“What do you need?” Nathanial asked.
I opened my mouth to say nothing, but then I looked at Snake Boy and wasn’t into him at all. “Get me in the mood? Stay in my line of sight while I feed? I want to beat him, not fuck him.”
“I can suffer through that,” he chuckled. He moved me up against the wall and kissed me as he undressed me, his hands gentle and demanding.
Yup, I was ready.
I went over to Snake Boy
and took off the gag before ripping off his clothes in a demeaning way. He was a guy who didn’t seem to care, but then I had a moment where my conscience bugged me.
I was about to rape him. Sentenced to death or not, I was going to rape him.
“You want me?” I asked, unable to unring that bell once I realized it. “You get this will kill you eventually, right?”
He licked his lips and eyed me over. “Yeah, I want the pussy that led Dylan to betray us. I want that taste, and if I’m going out anyways, prove me right that you’re dangerous and need to be locked up and tamed, you whore.”
My hand flew before I even realized it, punching him hard enough to break his nose. “I might be a bit too easy sexually, but I’m a succubus, it makes sex and feeding equally necessary. I’ve taken money for sex, that’s just a transaction, a sex worker. But I’m not a whore. That’s a sexist term only for women by definition to degrade them and demean them as lower than men.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” he chuckled, licking the blood off his lip.
“Why are you defending yourself to this piece of shit?” Nathanial cut in. “His soul is so dark he’s betrayed, killed, and done more than you ever have. He has no right to judge you.”
Good point. I thanked him and moved to Snake Boy. He might be a monster, but I was glad I got consent so it wasn’t rape. Nathanial must have caught onto that because he just snickered, shaking his head. It seemed weird to focus on when I was fine with killing the guy but not forcing him to have sex to test my power.
One was justice, and the other was a new crime. It made sense in my head.
I sat on Snake Boy’s dick, sighing and muttering it was too small to have any real fun with it, which he did not like, trying to partially shift and bite me with his snake teeth. I fisted his hair and yanked his head back.
