Zebulon cradled Guinevere with one arm and reached for me with his free hand.
I jolted as he gave me a firm stroke, his touch fire against the sensitive skin of my shaft. “Fuck,” I breathed.
“Mmm, not quite,” he said softly.
I didn’t understand until he leaned over to press his mouth to my head. Another curse slipped from my mouth as my head fell backward.Oh… hello… velvet… demon god…
Zebulon had never, in all our years, pleasured me in this manner. It put me in a superior position, with him essentially worshipping me with his mouth, not the other way around.
He’d licked me there.
He’d even kissed me there.
But he’d never sucked me withintent. Not like this. I pressed my palm to the back of his smooth head, not to urge him to take me deeper, but tocaresshim—tothankhim—in the only way I knew how.
He groaned in response, the sound vibrating me deliciously and causing my toes to curl beneath the surface of the water.
It was decadent.
Hot.
Intense.
He reached for my hand on his head and brought it down to Guinevere’s, my fingers automatically stroking through her damp multi-colored strands.
Her eyes were closed, but I felt the lust flaring to life around her, in her,throughher.
Zebulon did something with his tongue that had me seeing stars, causing my fingers to tighten so harshly I nearly yanked on Guinevere’s hair. I released his name from my mouth on a curse underlined in prayer, my entire body strung tight from his knowing ministrations.
Whydid I never ask for this before? Becausefuck, he was good. And I told him that, too.
He grinned against my base, then continued blowing my mind with his sinful mouth.
“Demon god,” I muttered, deciding it was more appropriate thanlord.
His teeth skimmed the underside of my shaft and a moan left my lips as he surrounded me in hisneed. He wanted this as badly as I did. I sensed his craving for my taste, his yearning to feel me orgasm in his mouth, and that alone nearly caused me to come undone.
I was sohot. Solost. Sointensely claimed.
It slayed me.
All of it together, taking me that much closer to the edge of oblivion.
Then I looked down into Guinevere’s now open eyes, her blue irises alight with power andlife, feasting on the energy of our lust… and I erupted.
Zebulon swallowed, his growl of approval deepening the moment and prolonging my pleasure. My limbs shook, my heart beating a mile a minute.
Electric.
Fire.
My skin sizzled, my soul reveling in the sensations of Zebulon sucking me clean, and then he pulled away with a gentle kiss to my head that left me on cloud nine.
I felt…cherished.
And I could sense that sensation in him, too. This was a gift from him to me, a way of demonstrating his tenderness in a manner he knew I would appropriately translate as an incubus.
He’d just spoken directly to my damn spirit.
