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This was his favorite thing, and his exuberance made it mine. Gael buries his face in me and eats the fuck out of my pussy from behind. I’m already grinding against him only seconds in. Something about the angle, or pressure from the angle…
As I’m cresting, he slides two fingers in me, and my body clamps around him, intensifying the pleasure.
I’m moaning, about to explode, when he presses his little finger to my ass.
I do the same, head back, eyes clamped shut to focus on the feelings. The memory and the combination of stimulation throw me over the edge, and I come apart, panting and sighing.
Fuck, that took forever.
When my breathing slows, I open my eyes to find a pair of salacious topaz eyes staring at me.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I ask, voice low and furious. I think about covering myself, but what’s the point?
Dashel just had a full-frontal view of me fingering my ass to get off.
He clears his throat, and the succubus demon smiles at me like an absolute monster.
The nerve.
“You know, Vlad didn’t have permission to do what he did, either.”
He scoffs. “You heard me coming. You put the show on for me. You even got out of the water so I could see better.”
I storm across the bathroom, tits bouncing. “I didn’t hear you come in, and why would I ever do that for you?”
The demon’s brow furrows as his gaze goes from one of my eyes to the other, over and over. He’s truly baffled.
“Because I’m your mate,” he says, like it’s the most logical thing in the realm.
My hands ball at my side, and I force myself to take a deep breath, then slowly let it out. “I don’t like to yell, Dashel. But I need you to hear this. I am not your mate.”
It’s so close. Right on the edge of my tongue. The reason IknowI’m not his mate. I chomp on my tongue and blood fills my mouth.
At least I got a warning.
The fiery desire in his gaze dies, and Dashel turns on his heel and leaves.
I don’t see him again the rest of the morning or afternoon.
It isn’t until late afternoon when I finally decide I need to put something in my stomach that I see him in the hallway.
I give him my best smile, because I was raised in a house where, when awful things happen, you pretend they didn’t.
“Hey, where’s the kitchen? I’m famished.”
He looks down at me and rolls his eyes.
I cross my arms. I’m trying to be nice, but he’s looking at me like I’m the problem. “Oh, I’m sorry. How inconsiderate of me to have a physical body that needs to be fed.”
He tries to move past me, but I block him. “What is your problem with me, Dashel? You invaded my privacy and now you’re giving me attitude?”
He smirks, arching a brow as he looks down at me. His hair falls over his shoulders, and, despite myself, I’m overwhelmed with the need to touch his wavy locks.
“I don’t have a problem with you, Dove.”
“Right. Because rolling your eyes at people you don’t have a problem with is normal. Abruptly leaving whenever I’m in the same room is ‘not having a problem.’ And then creeping on me in the bathroom…”
He grabs my shoulders, leaning in close. “If I had a problem, Dove, you’d know it.”
