Page 26 of The Succubus's Song

“O-okay.” Mara nodded, but there was a hesitancy in her voice.

“Now,” Finley’s smirk grew into a grin, “my condition.”

“Yes?” Mara raised a brow.

“You can feed from me…if you kiss me first.” Finley gave her a Cheshire-cat smile. Mara stopped breathing as the blood rushed from her face. Of all the things she expected Finley to say, that wasn’t it.

“You heard me.” Finley looked amused. “If you want to bite me, kiss me first. I’m a lady, after all.”

The heat in Mara’s body reached an inferno when the words ‘bite me’ came out of Finley’s mouth. He sounded pleased with himself, and Mara would’ve thought he was delusional if it wasn’t for how seriously he was staring at her.

“I can do that.” Mara let out a sharp exhale, nodding slowly and almost speaking to herself. “T-that’s okay.”

“Well, don’t sound too excited about it.” Finley rolled his eyes. He tilted his head ever-so-slightly to the right as he did so, exposing his neck further to Mara, and the sight flipped a switch in her. She leaned down and grabbed Finley’s face, pulling him into a desperate kiss without a second thought.

In a remarkable display of core strength—that even Mara, a supernatural creature, had to notice—Finley surged upwards and wrapped his arm around Mara’s waist.

He held onto her tightly as one of his hands tangled up in her hair, gently maneuvering her head so he could deepen the embrace. Mara locked her legs around Finley’s waist as her talons snapped out, scratching his back as she held on.

Finley pulled back slightly with a hiss of pain, and Mara immediately stopped moving.

“I’m s-sorry. Oh god, see, I’m so sorry—”

“Stop,” Finley demanded, his voice going low and gravelly. Mara was equally stunned when her body obeyed him. She wasn’t exactly good at taking direction, especially from mortal men, and especially when she was so fraught with hunger.

For some reason, Mara realized she would always listen to Finley McEwan. She felt him smiling as he murmured against her lips.

“I don’t mind a little bit of pain, love,” Finley chuckled. It was almost a dark sound, and it reverberated against Mara’s skin, making her shiver. “Now, shut up and kiss me.”

Mara obliged. In her centuries of existence, no one had kissed Mara like Finley. He was everywhere all at once, consuming her, taking every scratch and whimper she had to offer. Mara was boiling over, and Finley was there to drink up every drop, not caring if he was burned.

Mara wondered if this was what it was like to be devoured.

Every move he made dragged her further in delirium, every time he nipped at her lips or stroked his tongue across hers. Finley kissed her like he was a man deranged—which was fitting because Mara had never been this desperate.

Finally, he pulled back with a sharp gasp, and they tried to catch their breaths. They were both panting irregularly as their chests heaved in unison while Mara fought the temptation to grind against Finley’s lap. She tried to ignore how impossibly hard Finley was between her legs, and she knew she was soaked through her underwear and had left a damp spot on Finley’s towel.

“Go on,” Finley practically purred. “Bite me.” He placed his hands on the floor and leaned back, tilting his head upwards and baring his throat to her. Mara couldn’t help but moan at the sight of his submission, surrendering himself to her like an offering.

“If it becomes too much…” Mara found herself warning him even as she leaned in, feeling saliva pooling in her mouth as her tongue flicked over her fangs. Finley only laughed again, his eyes so dilated that they were almost black.

“My safe word is ‘don’t stop’.”

“Finley,” Mara snapped, trailing her nose down his jaw and taking long drags of his scent, “this is fucking serious.”

“I know,” Finley shrugged, tilting his head even further, “and you’ll know when to stop. Now, c’mon,” he encouraged, trailing a hand up her exposed thigh. “I’ll beg if that’ll help.”

It was like Finley could tell Mara was still at war with herself. As much as she needed it, she had conditioned herself to hate her nature—to despise this part of who she was. After everything that happened in her life, she didn’t think she’d ever feel comfortable drinking from a man again.

“Maybe we s-shouldn’t…” Mara was still breathing in Finley’s scent like an addict, her voice sounding almost slurred and drunk. Finley slipped his hand under the hem of her dress, and without warning, he dragged his fingers over her wet underwear.

The unexpected contact flooded Mara with arousal, and in an instant, she lost her battle with herself. She began rocking her hips against Finley’s fingers and bit down. There was only a brief resistance before her mouth was flooded with the sweet, intoxicating taste of Finley. Mara’s entire body was a wildfire as Finley assaulted her senses on all fronts.

Fresh waves of pleasure drowned Mara with every pulse. She could feel his blood on her chin and knew she was making a mess but couldn’t give a damn. Barely, she could feel Finley remove his hand from between them and grip her waist. He started rocking her body against his, nearly in time with his racing heartbeat, grinding their sexes together in a blur of heat and friction. It was dirty, wet, and hot. There was something incredibly frantic about it, practically dry-humping one another just to get a taste.

When the initial shock subsided, Mara focused slightly and could hear Finley babbling in her ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he let out a string of curses. “Oh gods, more, Mara, harder—”

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