Page 90 of A Study of Blood and Ichor

I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more.

Through heavy lids, my attention flicked over Vain’s shoulder toward the mangled demon on the slab, and I imagined the taste of its still-warm ichor coating the back of my parched throat.

Just one taste. One more taste.

Vain’s black eyes narrowed on me and his grip on the back of my neck tightened. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

A storm of shadow amassed around us, and I felt the floor fall away beneath me as Vain shifted us back up to his bedroom in the penthouse.

Hot, seething anger flashed through my body. I wanted to shout at him, to push him away, but I surprised even myself when I instead shoved my hand beneath the seam of his pants and wrapped it firmly around his hard cock.

Vain’s eyes went wide, and it was the first time he had smirked where I didn’t want to wipe it clean off his face. No, I wanted that smirk to devour me. Body and soul.

“You wicked little witch.”

He invaded my mouth again with his tongue, only breaking away briefly when he wrested his white shirt over his head while I fumbled with the zipper of his pants. I pulled them down with me as I dropped to my knees, and his cock sprang free inches from my face. My tongue swept up from the thick base to the tip like I was starving for him.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I watched his muscles tense as my tongue swirled around his head. The heady taste of him, the spicy musk that was both mortal and something distantly other, invaded all my senses and sent a warm jolt through me. Vain’s lips parted, and he let out a shaky breath when I lapped at the heavy bead of pre-cum that had pooled at his tip.

His jaw ticked and he clenched his teeth. “So, so wicked.”

I eased forward, my lips pushing over the head as I took him into my mouth, savoring the sharp, salty taste.

By the way his hands flew to the back of my head to grip my hair, his sharp intake of breath and the way the muscles in his thighs tensed as I swallowed him greedily, I didn’t think he had been ready for me at all—not so unleashed and eager.

I kept one hand cupped around the back of his thigh, the other holding him at the base to guide him in and out as I hollowed my cheeks. I swirled my tongue around him as I stroked his shaft with one hand and my mouth, in and out, increasing the suction each time. I was sure if he pushed himself any deeper, I would struggle to breathe.

“I always thought you had the prettiest lips when you argued with me, but they look even better when they’re wrapped around Rory’s cock.”

I pulled my mouth off him and tilted my head up. “I want him to look at me.”

Vain flinched, and I caught the movement of his jaw ticking as I knew it would. It was the confirmation I needed that Rory was still in there, and he was watching from behind those black soulless pits of the demon’s eyes.

Vain drew his lips into a thin line and a possessiveness flared across his features as he growled low and deep. “That’s not going to happen, mellilla. As much as you both might want it to. You’re all mine right now.”

He gave me no chance to argue. Without even having to touch me, Vain threw me backward, one slight flick of his wrist commanding my body to slide up his bedroom wall as if he were pulling me by some invisible tether. No matter how hard I strained against the force locking my ankles and my wrists in place, I was helpless to stop it. Even with the ichor still pumping through my system, I couldn’t stop him.

“Vain—” I was quickly silenced by another turn of his wrist, spinning me upside down so my face was level with his cock.

“All mine,” he purred as he eased forward. His mouth settled onto my pussy at the same time the head of his cock met my lips. He pressed his hands into my hips, gripping me savagely, and worked his tongue against me in all the ways he had learned my body responded to him each time before.

The velvet smooth skin of his shaft slid past my lips. With each thrust, I relaxed my throat and took him deeper.

Vain was stripping away the last of my resolve little by little, taking everything I had, and I was giving it to him. He seemed intent on claiming every piece of me. And it didn’t scare me anymore to know that I wanted him to.

I wanted him—all of him. But I wanted Rory too. Hell, I had Rory now, but it was the demon possessed part of him, and I desired the man within just as ardently.

Vain’s fervor was unrelenting, and I was dripping—soaked from how he pulled every ounce of pleasure from my body. He fucked me with his tongue until I could feel the combination of our wetness trailing down my stomach and over my breasts, all while he pumped himself in and out of my mouth.

“Vain,” I choked out against the head of his cock. “I don’t think I can—” I couldn’t form sentences anymore. My head swam with pleasure, dizzy from the blood rushing to my head in the inverted position. “I need…I can’t…” Vain had brought me so close to the release my body so desperately craved again, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on without passing out.

I was faintly aware of sliding further up the wall as Vain levitated us together toward the ceiling. When we stopped moving, I opened my eyes and looked through the break in his legs, noticing his bed was directly below us. Relief swept through me as the blood left my head and the heavy sensation ebbed, but I felt as if I could barely take a full breath, even as Vain’s thrusts into my mouth had slowed.

My vision darkened at the corners of my eyes and slowly filled my vision, threatening to drag me down into the hazy black.

“Stay with me,” he murmured in between rolling his tongue over my aching clit and then sucking it back between his lips. “Don’t hold back.”

His fingers sought entry, pushing into me so deep and I clenched around them. He held me on the verge of breaking. The breath I held was caught in my lungs, my mouth hanging open in a silent cry as my muscles tensed moments before I tipped over the edge and my orgasm tore through me, merciless to stop it.

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