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“Look at that glistening cunt,” he crooned, and my hips bucked when I felt him drag a finger through my folds to my opening. His thick finger slid inside me at an agonizingly slow pace. Goosebumps spread along my flesh as he pumped it into me with slow strokes. “It’s warm and wet, just for me. What a treat.”
He gripped my thighs tightly, pushing them back toward my shoulders. I heard the rustling of his clothing as he moved. A long, low moan left my throat as I felt his tongue run down my center, circling my hole before he entered me. He tongue-fucked me with a deep, agonizing insistence. Somehow it felt like he was licking everywhere at once. I wondered how he got his tongue so deep inside me, but didn’t care. It felt so good, and I never wanted it to stop. My moans filled the room, each lick bringing me closer to the edge. His tongue swirled against my clit, back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He pushed back my hood as he sucked on my nub until my legs started to shake. I instinctively tried to close them, but he kept them pushed back. He continued to devour me, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice of what promised to be an explosive orgasm. Tears streamed down my face. I felt so much energy coursing through me, pushing against me from the inside. This was more than a high, this was what it felt like to be completely and utterly immersed in pleasure.
“Oh! CHRIST!” My orgasm hit me like a brick, taking over before I even knew what hit me. He continued to lick and suck at me through my trembling. I couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling was too intense. “Please, Sebastian, I can't. Stop.”
He tore off my blindfold, looking up at me with a devious glare. His eyes were manic, completely black with no whites. His tongue left me and even though I’d told him to stop, I cried out at the loss of sensation.
A deep, predatory growl filled the room. A ripple of fear ran through me, heightening my arousal to the breaking point.
“Look at me,” he said, taking my chin between his finger and thumb and tilting it so I looked directly at him. “You areminenow. I’m going to spear your tight little cunt with my cock and ruin you for any other man until you beg me to stop again. You’re gonna look at me as you come, and know that you did it because I made it so.”
Fuck, he sounded so hot, and the thought of being his made me want to explode. His head dropped toward my throbbing pussy again and I lifted my hips, silently begging him to lick me again. His mouth worked wonders and within a couple of minutes, he took me right back to the edge I’d just fallen from. He kept me there for a few seconds, then he bit my clit.
Every part of me shattered. Thousands of pieces of my subconscious flew to every corner of the room. As I opened my eyes, the shattered pieces of my soul collected again, reforming me. My vision was blurry. When it refocused, I saw him wipe his mouth with a handkerchief, quickly tossing it on the table. Somehow he was naked. The hard planes of his muscular body were a masterpiece. He made Michaelangelo’s David look like ameatur work.
He settled himself on top of me, bearing his weight on his forearms, positioning his length between my wide opened legs. He pushed the head of his cock inside me, slowly sinking into me inch by inch. The depraved gleam in his eyes almost set me off again. He pulled out and slammed in again. His heavy breathing made it seem like he was trying to hold onto his control.
“Are you ready to scream, Birdie?” he asked as he thrusted into me again. I could feel his pelvis against my clit, and I wanted to scream in frustration. Feeling him inside me wasn’t enough. I wanted to be consumed by him. He needed to move.
“YES. Please, don't make me wait any longer, MOVE.” I was losing my mind with anticipation.
“Oh you silly, silly–”
I woke up in my room, shaking like a leaf. Sitting up against the headboard, I took a minute to settle my pounding heart and let my nerve endings die out. The sound of my panting filled the room. It was him, again. For the past two months, I dreamed of my Mystery Man. In the last dream he kissed me. But this was the first time he actuallywent further… in the dream, that is. Oh did hego there. I rubbed my legs together, realizing that I was soaked. Who the fuck still had wet dreams in their twenties? I felt a twang of pain and pulled my blanket back. On my inner thigh there was a red mark with…no!I spread my legs to get a better look. Teeth indentations? It couldn’t be. I was sure there was a reasonable explanation for this. It must have come from fainting at the club. I remember bumping into a table. How the hell could it be teeth marks?
I smelled a whiff of cigar smoke. A tingling feeling ran down my spine, and I felt a presence in the room. I whipped around to turn on my end table lamp, finding that I was alone with all the windows and doors closed.Weird.Somehow, the smell of cigars lingered in my room, just like in my dream. I checked my phone for messages. Nothing but a glaring 3:02 stared back at me. I probably still felt crappy from what happened at work, my mind playing tricks on me.
Laying my head back on the pillow, I rolled over and buried my nose in the soft cotton case.His name is Sebastian.The scent of the cigar was already gone.
I’d thought I could stay in control when I visited her.How bloody wrong I was. I was only supposed to keep her safe, not claim her, for fuck’s sake! Hearing about how Desmond touched her and had her wrapped around him on her motorcycle made me green with envy.Knowing Ares wanted her made the possessive monster inside me beat its chest.She was mine.I’d wondered what it would have been like if the dream hadn’t been cut short. What would she feel like in real life? How would her soft, supple breasts feel when they were in my mouth? Would her cunt feel just as wet and tight as it had in her dream? What would her magic feel like when I was railing her into oblivion? On my previous visits I’d held myself on a tight leash because I knew she was going to be more than a passing dalliance, and I wanted to get to know her. Part of me planned on claiming her all along. I knew once we started fucking, I wouldn’t want to stop. And now that I’d marked her, I didn’t have to. Once someone was claimed and wore their incubus’ mark, it was a done deal. She was mine now. Regardless of what Desmond decided her fate should be or what Malcolm wanted to do, she was protected.
What Red tasked us with didn’t make sense. The dangerous monster he described didn’t tally up to the woman laying in my arms. Yes, she had an undeniable power, but I was almost sure she wasn’t dangerous.
After I had done my little disappearing act earlier, I’d waited for her to fall back to sleep before crawling into bed with her. She’d never woken up any of the other times I did this, and after claiming her, I needed to be close to her. I drew her back flush with my chest and crossed my arms under her breasts, feeling her hard nipples graze my forearm as her chest rose and fell. I ran my hand beneath her nightshirt and rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger, exerting a feathery light pressure. A little moan escaped her as she ground her arse into my crotch. My self control slipped away the longer I stayed here with her.
Thankfully, that choice was taken out of my hands.
Sebastian, you’ve been gone for a while. Update?Desmond’s gravelly voice infiltrated my mind. Going back to the manor was inevitable. I had a lot of information to share with the guys. Our plans were going to change, and we needed to discuss the magnitude of what I had done and how it would impact our mission.
“I’ll see you soon, Birdie,” I whispered. One last deep inhale of her floral scent would have to get me through until the next time I could see her. I pressed a kiss to her neck, then pulled away. She grabbed my arms, trying to keep me in place. She may not recognize me in the streets, but in the sheets she couldn’t get enough of me. I managed to slowly untangle myself from her before I faded back home.
* * *
I sat in the living room sipping a few fingers of Desmond’s precious top shelf whiskey, thinking of what I had done tonight and relishing the burn as the alcohol sizzled a path of fire down my throat. I had gone against his direct orders by claiming her. As an incubus, I couldn’t physically harm someone I claimed. If the guys chickened out, I would have to go against them and Red to keep her safe. Make no mistake, I would do anything for Diana, but turning against my own brothers would be hard. We forged a bond over hundreds of years that blood brothers wished they had. Hopefully, I could convince them to go through with this.
Desmond sat next to me with his own glass of amber liquid. “Drinking my whiskey alone at night with the lights off. Isn’t that a little depressing?”
“I messed up tonight…” I looked at him to gauge his reaction. He was the leader of our crew for a reason. Disobeying him may not end well for me, but when shite hit the fan, he always thought of a way to get us out of it. I had to be honest with him about what I did. I heard him let out a harsh sigh.
“Let me guess. You got insanely jealous that I touchedyour woman, so you claimed her because you’re a jealous fuck? Even though I told you not to leave your mark. Now you’re worried that if we don’t commit to the plan, you’ll have to fight against us?”
I raised my eyebrow at him in confirmation, saying nothing. Sometimes he was too smart for his own good. Silence filled the room while I swirled my liquid courage around in my glass.
He lifted his glass to his lips with a smug smile. “Good, you did exactly what I hoped you’d do. You took the decision out of our hands, crushing the little seed of doubt we had before it grew. Now we have to go through with our plan.”
“You barmy, manipulative prick. Did you empath Ares and make him say that stuff?” I hated when Desmond managed to pull the wool over my eyes.
“No, he ran his mouth on his own. It’s easy to get a rise out of you and exploit your jealousy.” He winked at me. “You solidified everything for us. We can make this happen, whether or not Malcolm agrees.”
