Page 52 of SIN Bone Deep

Mal dropped the picnic basket into the car, and took me by the elbow, propelling me to the passenger side. “Into the car Nyx, and for all that’s hot in Hell, here,” he shoved a block of chocolate at me. “Have something to eat. It won’t help completely, but it will take the edge off. I’ll take care of the rest soon.”

“What…?” I stared at the chocolate in my hands, and then at Mal who snapped at the man to back off, before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. He pulled out into the street with a squeal of tires.

“Eat up,” he said cheerfully. “And don’t worry about them. They’re just a little hyped up on your pheromones.”

“My pheromones?” I gaped at him.

“Just eat the chocolate, Nxy, and trust me. It’s not a big deal. A minor side effect.”

“What did you do to me, Mal?” I asked suspiciously. He had done more than smooth away some scars and blemishes when he’d saved my life, and that was the reason that I’d been all but sexually assaulted in the grocery store.

“Hmm,” he hummed his grimace. “Let’s talk about that later. Right now, we have to find somewhere… Ah,” his voice brightened, and he took a turn down a dirt road. “Somewhere down here perhaps… Good enough,” he pulled over in the shade of a tree and turned off the engine.

“Family, you called it earlier,” he said as he got out of the car and approached my door. “The demon familiar is family,” he opened the door and pulled me out of the seat in a display of strength that left me breathless and brought our bodies tightly together. “Family takes many forms, Elenyx,” his voice turned smoky, and his eyes burned. “And we both know our relationship isn’t the chaste kind.”

“Mal,” I barely breathed the word. I shouldn’t want him, I told myself. My body should not have heated the moment he’d pulled me from the car, and yet my skin ached to have his hands upon it, and my cunt begged to feel his cock within it.

His smirk was crooked. “No, definitely not the chaste kind,” he whispered leaning forward until his lips were almost touching mine. “We burn together, my sexy, little witch.”

EIGHTEEN

Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower

– The Wiccan Rede

My mouth lifted to his as if drawn by an invisible string, and the moment that our lips touched, it was as if a beast was released within me. I fisted his shirt tugging him towards me and ravished his mouth, forcing his lips to part beneath the demand of my tongue.

He was a feast, and I was starving.

His hands scooped up my skirt and cupped my arse, his fingers kneading into the flesh, rocking my hips forward and grinding his cock between us until that was not enough for either of us. He lifted me so that I wrapped my legs around his waist. I dug my hands into his hair, my kisses clumsy and panted, moving from his mouth along his jaw.

“My cock, Nyx,” Mal prompted with a groan, and I released his hair to dig between us, releasing his cock from his trousers, and pulling my underwear aside so that I could feel the rub of that warm silken skin against my aching cunt. “By the Hells, yes.”

I was crazed with need. I needed him within me, his mouth to mine, his flesh and bone against mine… But this went so much beyond that. I wanted to consume him. My need for his body was more than scratching a sexual itch and meeting desire with desire, it was a hunger, a craving. I wanted to feast on his flesh and his lust. I wanted to taste his blood on my tongue whilst I came.

I pushed my face into his neck. I could smell his blood beneath his skin, hear his heart, and feel the pulse of his veins. I touched his skin with my tongue – beneath the salt he was sweet, and my stomach clenched and rumbled within me.

“Yes,” he barely breathed it. He had gone still, his head bowed to the side in anticipation. “Yes, take it, Nyx.”

With a moan, I shifted, taking his cock within me as I sank my elongated pre-molars into him, penetrating him as he penetrated me, feeding both the desire of my mouth and my cunt at once. He groaned, deep and ragged.

“Oh, yes,” his hold on my hips tightened and he thrusted into me with a clench of his arse cheeks. “Yes…” He twisted, sitting in the passenger seat he had pulled me from, and I found that with my knees against the seat, I had traction to drive my body against his. I did so with enough force that his breath was pushed from his lungs.

“Greedy little succubus,” he laughed. “But not too much, my love, I’m spicy,” was groaned, his hands in my hair turning from cupping my skull, into using my hair to pull my face back from the curve of his neck. He panted as he grinned at me. “Though I know I’m delicious.”

For a moment, with my vision clouded behind the red wash of bloodlust and desire, I snarled at him through my teeth. His hand twisted into my hair, the drag edging into pain, and the fire burned in his eyes, dancing with wicked sensuality.

“That’s right,” he crooned. “Snarl and snap at me, ferocious one. All flame and fire. You burn me with your touch. Together we are volcanic. Can you feel how we burn together?” His nostrils flared as he breathed in and released it. “Can you smell the sulphur? It smells like sex.”

He lifted from the seat with effortless strength, pulling me from him, and setting me onto the ground. Before I could protest, he turned me without releasing his hold on my hair, the strands tightening the pull against my scalp, and pushed me forward over the still-warm bonnet of the car, nudging my thighs apart.

“Pull up your skirt,” he purred into my ear. “I am going to fuck you hard and fast, just as you want to be taken, until you toe the line where pleasure and pain blur into one, and you are not entirely sure you will survive the orgasm.”

I pulled up my skirt and moaned against the smooth surface of the bonnet as he arched his body over me, my toes barely touching the ground as he thrusted with a grunt, pushing me into the metal. His free hand curled around me, his fingertips pressing against my clit, and each hard thrust rubbed my clit against them until I was sobbing from the mounting pressure of pleasure, desperate for the crest and relief.

His cry was sharp, startling the birds from the trees so that the sky was filled with feathers as I came, clutching around him, and felt the pulse and heat within me as he followed.

His heart raced and his breath was panted as he collapsed heavily over me, his lips against my cheek.

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