Page 93 of Spit

I had only kissed one man—not counting Legion—and I knew I was inexperienced. But Sev was a good teacher.

My hips rose of their own volition and rubbed against the man between my legs, feeling my core against the ridge of his zipper.

His hips rocked against mine, and somehow the layer of clothes made it all the more explicit.

Sev’s fingers brushed down my side until they reached the edge of my waistband. He paused, pulling back and frowning to himself as he voiced his internal monologue. “I could touch you.”

“Yes.” I breathed, arching my back, aware that my nipples stood proud through my T-shirt.

“Or, I could give you something you’ve never had before?”

“What?” I laughed, breathless. “Your cock?” I sat up and reached for his crotch.

He stilled my hand and smiled wickedly. “My tongue.”

My eyes rounded. “Oh?”

Sev waggled his brow, and I slapped his shoulder.

Undeterred, the incubus leaned forward and pressed his hands to my hips, over my jeans. I fell back onto the forest floor as I reached down to remove my pants, only to find them gone. I sat up.

“Dream, remember?” Sev’s lips twitched.

I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to reach down and cover my exposed core. Sev settled between my legs, gripping my thighs as he lifted them to sit on his shoulders. I felt his breath against my entrance as he pressed a kiss to the seam of my thigh, where my leg began. He followed the gesture with another kiss, growing closer and closer to my pussy. I clenched my eyes shut tighter, focusing on the sensation and trying my best to relax, but I had no frame of reference.

I had never felt a tongue before. Would it be better than fingers, mine, or someone elses?

As if wordlessly answering my question, Sev’s tongue ran a stripe, parting my pussy with his tongue and traveling to my clit with slow and teasing certainty. He rolled his tongue over the sensitive nub, never quite brushing my clit, but circling it enough to drive me wild. I arched my back and pressed my pussy into his face. Sev chuckled before circling my clit again with his tongue. His fingers gripped my thighs to remind me who was between my legs.

Sev secured his mouth over my clit, pulling it into his mouth and allowing it to brush against his lips. I jolted as my pulsing empty core felt the tip of his finger dip inside.

The pleasure was too much. It seemed so dirty. My eyes fluttered, and I looked down my body, between the peaks of my breasts, to find the top of Sev’s dark head as he worked on my pussy with the concentration of a sculptor. I moaned, not necessarily at the sensation but how hot it was to see a man like Sev between my legs, spending his time making sure I felt good. Tasting me. He moaned in arousal at how good I tasted and felt on his hand.

Sev’s eyes flicked up to mine as if sensing my eyes, just as he pulled my clit between his lips again, and he added another finger to the one already inside of me.

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. My hands flew into his hair and pressed him to my pussy, smearing my juice on his face as I rode it. My orgasm kept going. It was without end. It kept reaching, and I allowed it to take me wherever it wanted.

When I was finally done, I was grateful that dreams didn’t need oxygen; otherwise, I would have suffocated Sev between my legs. I slumped down on the forest floor and looked up at Sev.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, my juices glistening on his mouth. His eyes sparkled. “Ready for my cock, Pinkie Pie?” His pants disappeared as if reacting to his command.

“Sev—” I barely said his name…

…and then I was torn back to the waking world.

Chapter Fifteen

Adozen pale faces looked down at me in the moonlight. Unbothered that I was naked and coated in mud in the middle of the forest.

I wanted to scream in sexual frustration. My body was filled with adrenaline, yet somehow felt incomplete and unfulfilled. I guessed that happened when you partied with an incubus in your dreams but didn’t actually get to the ‘big event.’

I’d been cock blocked by my own kidnapping.

One moment I had been in my bed, and the next, I’d been dragged, gagged, and taken out the back of the mansion. Carried by several of the covens that lived in the basement.

I had no idea what was happening. I couldn’t scream through the wedge of fabric in my mouth, and though my null magic slammed against my skin and demanded to be let out, my shadow was gone.

I recognized the nausea. The dizziness. It was the same feeling I had gotten when someone had stabbed me in the thigh with a needle.

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