She immediately begins jerking me, her pace fast and movements efficient. It’s good—there’s no question about that—but it’s mechanical. She has a goal, and she’s damn well going to achieve it.
I groan. “Slow down.” Cassia twists her fist, her grip tightening with each upstroke. “Cassia!”
Her lips curl, and I internally curse. She’s doing this on purpose.
“Have you been thinking about me while you touch yourself?” she asks.
“Obviously.”
“You don’t sound pleased about that.”
“I’m not.”
I try hard not to think about Cassia, but she’s consumed my every waking thought. She drives me crazy, and I suspect she knows that.
I stroke my cock only for her, and I’m not proud of it. I fantasize about fucking her, of her moaning underneath me, hernails digging into my back as she begs me to make her cum. She’d be mine, even if just for a moment.
“I heard that you never allowed the succubi to put their mouths on you during the Lust shows you participated in.”
I choke, nodding. Who told her that? I suppose it’s not much of a secret. I’ve always been uneasy with teeth, fearful of being bitten while distracted.
“You’ll enjoy it with me.”
Cassia’s statement is full of confidence, no doubt or question to be found in her tone. For as insecure as she can be, she’s one of the cockiest women I’ve ever met.
“Fuck.” My hands twitch with the urge to grab her. “Please.”
Cassia bends, taking me into her mouth. Her tongue is velvety soft against the underside of my cock, and she uses her hand to stroke what doesn’t fit. This is going to be quick. I could try to prolong my orgasm, but I have a feeling that would anger Cassia.
She’s a woman on a mission.
My hips jerk and Cassia moans, her throat vibrating around my length. I twitch inside her mouth, my knee bending as pleasure swirls up my abdomen. I’m so close.
The injury in my chest screams for me to stop. I ignore it.
I cum with a muffled grunt. Cassia swallows everything.
Then she continues licking me, cleaning every inch of my cock, before pulling away and tucking me back into my underwear. I slip my fingers through her hair, absentmindedly petting her head.
She’s probably going to kill me someday. I’m going to die a happy man.
Chapter Forty-Four
CASSIA
I REFUSE TO leave Rexton’s bedroom as he sleeps. I should’ve brought him to my apartment, but I’m not prepared for that. My place isn’t ready for guests, and I need time to come to terms with allowing a new person into my bedroom.
It’s a big step, one I don’t take lightly.
Rexton has been loose with his bedroom, and while his previous lovers may not have any desire to kill him, they can still be bribed. Prince Nolic is somewhere out there, very likely within Wrath. It would be too easy for him to learn the whereabouts of Rexton’s bedroom and attack while my mate is most vulnerable.
Rexton needs me.
My head bobs, and the cold washcloth I’ve been using to keep myself alert falls to the ground with a wet slap. I jerk awake.Fuck. That’s the third time that’s happened.
I’m not going to make it through the night.
I didn’t want to do this. I rub the sleep out of my eyes, then teleport to Lust. David’s chateau smells familiar, so fucking familiar. I refuse to think too deeply about it, and I focus exclusively on the task at hand as I storm toward his bedroom.
