“Yes what?” he groaned.
“Yes, Sir.”
He loosened his grip, but left his fingers tangled in my hair. I leaned forward and licked from the base of his cock to the tip in one languorous stroke and he moaned. I smiled smugly, then swirled my tongue around the head before sucking him between my lips. I slid him deep, and I might be a vampire but I hadn’t turned pornstar yet, so when he hit my gag reflex, I pulled back. I reached up and wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and went deep again.
He growled something low in a language I didn’t know, and tightened his hand in my hair, but he didn’t control my movements. He let me set the pace, the depth. Maybe it was because he knew I wanted to please him so bad because some twisted part of me wanted him to forgive me. But he thrust gently with my movements, and I moaned around his dick because it was perfect. When I reached up and rolled his balls in my hand, whatever he was saying turned guttural. “Fuck, Raine,” he growled. He pulled away, panting. “I am going to come like a, what do humans call them, a two-pump-chump?” He looked down at me and he shook his head again like he couldn’t believe his eyes. “On your feet, Sweetness.”
I obediently got to my feet, and he bit his lip. “I did not think I could get harder, but looking at you right now, I feel like I will explode.” He traced a finger down my throat and between my breasts. “Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see all of you.”
I gave him a cocky grin. “Yes, Sir.” I reached behind me, my breasts jutting out as I unclasped my bra. I let it fall to the floor and stood there. Vampire perk #206, literal perk. My boobs were going to stay this wonderfully gravity resistant forever. Nico would look at them with those hungry eyes forever.
The thought made my heart race as I hooked my thumbs under the lace of my panties, and slipped them over my ass and down to my knees. When they pooled around my feet, I stepped toward him. He was fucking me with his eyes, and I loved it.
His fingers curled like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab me, and I wanted to scream, ‘Do it!’ Instead, I stood there with a restraint I didn’t know I possessed.
“Hands on the table,” he murmured in my ear, and let out a breathy sigh. I slammed my hands on the table like the stainless steel top was magnetized. “Now don’t let go. No matter what, Sweetness.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
He pulled my hips back until I was stretched out trying to hold on. Then he spread my feet wide. I could feel my wetness cooling on my thighs. Holy shit.
Then Nico dropped to his knees behind me, his breath cooling the heat between my thighs, and my legs shook. He wrapped his large hands around my thighs, angling me forward more, running his tongue from my clit to my entrance, swirling his tongue there.
“Sweet pagan god of tongue fucking!” I panted, and I heard him huff out a laugh.
“What? No Jesus fucking a frog?” he chuckled.
“Jesus has no place here,” I moaned. “Please, Nico.”
He made good on his new name and tongue fucked the hell out of me. I writhed against his face as he sucked, swirled and stroked until my thighs were shaking and I was screaming out my climax. I wanted to fall to the floor as the pleasure rode my body like I was possessed, my body quaking, but Nico’s hands squeezed my thighs. “Stay still. Do not let go of that table,” he commanded, and I swear I had a mini-orgasm.
He stood behind me, nestling my not-so-small ass against his hips and his still hard cock. Then he leaned over me and placed small kisses along my spine.
“You mean everything to me, Raine.” He pulled back and notched his cock against me, and I squirmed, desperate to have him inside me. “Everything.”
He slammed home, our bodies thudding together.
The noise I made was no longer human. It was feral. Nico curled his body over mine and gave me his wrist. I hesitated, but only for a moment. His blood was like pure alcohol. Intoxicating to the point of deadliness.
But what a way to go.
I latched onto his wrist and the first taste of his blood had me coming hard. My body felt like it was on fire as Nico fucked me with a desperate abandon. I sucked him down like I was starving, the power of his blood heady.
I moaned with each thrust, clinging to his wrist as my arms no longer held my body. I was more alive than I had ever been. I felt like I was high. Like I’d tasted heaven.
His arm banded around my waist, pulling me back hard as he rolled his hips into me and I came again. Then my eyes rolled back into my head and I swear I whited-out for a moment. Long enough that his wrist fell from my mouth.
“Nico,” I moaned, my voice was hoarse.
He moved his still bleeding hand down my side, slipping it between my thighs, and then he flicked my clit and I lost coherent thought.
At some point later, moments or hours maybe, he came on a roar, pulling me up and biting the curve of my neck as he slammed into me balls deep.
He held us both for a moment as my legs shook. We panted even though neither of us needed to breathe. “Good girl.”
He lifted me in his arms and laid me on the floor on top of all our clothes, then curled my body into his. “I am keeping you for eternity, Sweetness.” He nuzzled my neck as I tried to regain the oxygen I didn’t need but seemed to have made me breathless anyway. “I love you, Raine.”
I bit my lip and resisted the urge to cry. I didn’t doubt his words at all. He loved me, because I had forced him to feel it. He worshipped me because I had consumed him.
All the pleasure of the moment deflated from me like a balloon. This wasn’t real. It was an illusion, a dream, and as he licked the tears from my cheeks, I wasn’t sure it was one I was strong enough to break.
Because I loved him too.
Chapter Six
I skulked home after making love with Nico, making vague excuses about a headache I could no longer feel. It was really hard to fake an excuse when you could zip anywhere at super speed and you never got ill.
Still, Nico was the consummate gentleman and let me go without a word, his sad gaze watching me as I raced out of The Immortal Cupcake like Van Helsing was on my ass. I burst through my door, glad that both Brody and Tex were still out, and then guilty that I was glad about it. I was never alone anymore, not truly. Up until yesterday, that had been bliss. There was always someone to distract me from my thoughts of my family, or to kiss me until my eyes crossed. But they wanted to fix this, I could see it in Nico’s eyes and Brody’s gentle touches. Tex wasn’t that subtle.
Suddenly, even the house seemed too claustrophobic. I pushed through the backdoor, vaulting over the porch railing and landing on the lawn like a cat.
I laid down in the dew damp grass, staring up at the moon, still fat and bright. The nights were no longer quiet; rather they were a cacophony of night creatures, both animal and vampire. I let myself process what Miranda said. Up until this moment, I’d buried my head in the sand. Well, in between Nico’s thighs but close enough, right?
I would lure men to love me. Sounded like a dream, but honestly, how could I ever trust myself or them? Is this how billionaires felt?
Did I just equate being a succubus to being rich?
I groaned and just counted stars until I felt like I could sink beneath the earth and never reemerge. How fucking dramatic. Apparently my succubus blood made me a little bit of a diva. So instead of a pity party for one, I tried to think what my Mom would tell me to do. Write a list. Make a plan. Apparently her organizational genes skipped me completely, and I blamed that for the fact that I was now an undead person making lists about whether or not I should break up with my basically non-consensual boyfriends.