Sighing, I lean down again, but this time, I press my lips to her shoulder, leaving kisses across her collarbone, until I get to her neck. Her scent is intoxicating, overpowering. It would take very little effort to pin her to the mattress and sink my fangs into her throat, to quench myself on her blood. The idea of it makes me harder, makes my fangs start to produce bitter venom.
Maeve seems to detect the shift in me. She gazes up at me, and for a moment, neither of us moves.
Then, slowly, I shift away.
I won’t drink from her. Not now. Not ever.
This is one thing Ican’tlose control over. I don’t know what would happen if I did.
Maeve surprises me then, sitting up and pushing me over so I’m the one sprawled on the mattress. She puts a hand on my chest, then trails her fingertips down, down, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“Tell me about the last woman you fucked,” she whispers.
A sudden laugh bursts out of me, the kind of laugh I wasn’t sure still existed in me. “What?”
“Did she touch you like this?” Maeve curls her fingers around my cock, and I hiss out a breath. She starts to stroke me, her grip firm, her eyes focused on my face. “How about like this?” She leans forward, her glossy purple hair shining inthe candlelight. And when she wraps her lips around my dick, I almost lose it. I have to grip the comforter so hard that I’m quite certain I’m going to rip it.
Her tongue circles my head, and then she takes me fully into her mouth, drawing her lips along my length a few times before she sits up and smiles. The sudden lack of her mouth around me makes me grit my teeth in frustration.
“You,” I grit out, glaring at her in the semidarkness, “are maddening, storm witch.”
She keeps wearing that sly smile as she shifts on the bed and eases one leg over me, lining her wet pussy up over my cock. One of her hands finds my shaft, and she drags my tip through her lips, coating me in her wetness. Then she says, “I like a bit of madness.”
And she sinks onto me.
Chapter 21
Maeve
SEVERIN’S COCK FILLS ME, MAKING my pussy stretch around him.
I’ve fantasized about this moment, have dreamt of him touching me, fucking me, making me forget my own name. But reality is so much better than fantasy.
Beneath me, Severin has his arms slightly spread, and he’s gripping the comforter like it’s the only thing tethering him to this dimension, like if he were to let go, the spirits of Samhain would pull him through the veil, never to let him return. His eyes, black as onyx in the low light, glare up at me, angry and hungry and pleading all at the same time.
Shifting my weight, I lean forward to brace one hand on his chest. His muscles are firm beneath my fingers, and I dig my nails into his pale skin, eliciting a small hiss.
With my other hand, I reach between my legs, and I make sure Severin can see as I start to touch myself, working my fingers around my swollen clit. His black eyes track the movement, and inside me, his cock gets harder.
I start to ride him, deep and slow. And I keep my eyes open, watching him.
His teeth are clenched now, and even in the low candlelight, I can see the tips of his fangs showing, glistening with a clear fluid. He keeps drawing his tongue across them, like a predator about to enjoy its meal.
And I decide I’ll happily be his feast.
I shift my hips faster, rougher. Still rubbing myself, I slam my pussy onto his dick. My head falls back, hair slipping over my shoulders, and I close my eyes, trying to memorize every sensation. Because I know this might be our only time together, know that he might come to his senses after this, refusing to lose his job over us—overme.
So I want to make it a phenomenal fuck.
With my eyes still closed, I chase my climax, getting closer with every second.
And I’m just about to cum when Severin’s hands wrap around my waist, and in one movement, he’s reversed our positions again, pinning me to the mattress, somehow without ever pulling his cock out of me.
“Are you flexible, storm witch?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
I let out a breathy laugh. “Try me.”
Bracing his hands on the backs of my knees, he presses my legs open and down, until my knees are up near my ears, my pussy fully open and exposed to him. I’m pinned beneath him, at his mercy.
