Page 17 of Little Bite of Bliss

“I’m good,” he said, his voice steady now.

I pressed another kiss against the side of his neck and he shivered.

“Mistress,” he murmured. “I’m good. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he said softly. “Green.”

I eased forward again and he groaned in pleasure as he took more of my cock. I circled my arms around his chest, holding onto him until my hips pressed against his ass.

“Good boy,” I whispered. “You’re taking so much for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. Fuck. More. Harder.”

I slammed him against the wall hard enough that it rattled. He gasped in pleasure as my wings folded around us, my hold on him tightening as I thrust faster. I leaned down, slipping my forearm under the crook of his knee and lifting, angling him so I could fuck him even harder.

Archer cursed, his body going limp as I lifted him. “Holy fuck, yes. Please, Mistress.”

“Do you like being fucked and used like a little pathetic toy?” I rasped against his ear.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I carried him back to the bed and bent him over it, loving this view of him taking me even more. Archer whimpered and moaned into the blankets, gripping them as his spine bowed.

“I’m so hard, Mistress. So fucking hard.”

“We’re going to try this again. Touch yourself but don’t come until I let you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I heard the sound of his hand on his cock. The sound of him jerking himself quickly coupled with the hiss between his teeth. I drove into him, the power of dominating him washing over me. Pleasure rippled through me and I groaned, resisting the urge to lean down and bite him.

“I can feel it,” he groaned. “The heat. Whatever the fuck this is. I don’t understand—I’ve never felt this before. I’m in a sex craze.”

“It’s both of us,” I huffed. I leaned down, kissing along his spine. “All I can think about is fucking you.”

Archer grunted in agreement.

He’d been so good for me, and I was needy.

“Come for me,” I commanded. “Now.”

Archer pushed his ass back and took all of me, his voice ringing out as he came. His entire body shook with his orgasm, his breaths almost pained despite the relief.

He was, without a doubt, in heat.

And he was, without a doubt, the son of an incubus.

I nipped his shoulder without breaking skin, resisting the urge to claim him now. I wanted him to be my mate. I wanted to bite him.

But I could be patient for now.

“We’re not leaving the bedroom yet,” I whispered. “Too needy.”

He hummed in agreement as he collapsed against the bed. I drew back, smiling down at him, my toy slick with lube. I quickly unclasped the strap-on and let it thump to the floor.

Archer rolled over, already smiling. “Was I good, Mistress?”