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He shook his head, his throat working as he swallowed convulsively. Apparently, I had kissed him mute.

Good.

Chapter 9

Aahil

Sliding down Dyre's slender body, I undid his fly and got my hands on his hard, cool length, pleased to find his cock was as long and perfect as the rest of him. “Stay,” I told him firmly when he levered himself up onto his elbows. “Lay back down and enjoy the mind-blowing orgasm I'm about to bestow upon you, necromancer.”

He made a deep, inarticulate sound in his throat as I sank my hot mouth down over his cool skin. I enjoyed the contrast between us. I could only imagine what it must feel like to have your cock engulfed in heat when you were used to always being chilled. And I ranmuchhotter than his other lovers. I swirled my tongue around the head as I sent sparks dancing over his body to tantalize every inch of heat-starved flesh that wasn't currently covered by his clothing.

It had been quite some time since I'd done this for someone. And even longer since I hadwantedto. I moaned when I realized I wasenjoyingmyself. My eyes flicked upward as I gripped the necromancer's thighs, raking my short claws over the denim fabric. His violet gaze was locked on me, his hands fisted in theblankets as he tried to hold still and behave. He probably knew that I had a no touching rule. As closeknit as everyone was in this house, he probably knew I still had some… issues with sex.

Rather than annoying me, I found that I was okay with his knowing. It made me feel more confident. More in control. I was certain the necromancer wouldn't cross my boundaries. He was—inexplicably and astoundingly—innocent,I supposed was the best word for it.And it was disgusting how much I apparently liked that about him.

Reaching out a hand, I untangled his fingers from the blanket and moved them to my hair. Then I winked, going back to using myconsiderabletalents to ruin him for anyone else. The thought made me feel supremely self-satisfied. This was my element.

Dyre's long fingers hesitantly curled into my hair and something inside me relaxed. I was used to being domineering and I was always sure of my ability to detect when someone wanted me. Reading desire was part of my innate magic. And so was my natural allure. I wasusedto people lusting after me, whether I wanted them to or not. And yet… apparently some part of me was just as ridiculously self-conscious as the man beneath me. Apparently, I needed to know he actuallydidwant this and wasn't just going along with my overbearing ways.

He was different from the other men I had been with. And that should be terrifying. All that innocence, self-consciousness, andtrust.And yet, my cock throbbed, and every fiber of my being wanted to give him pleasure. To live up to my promises.

When his grip on my hair tightened and he started to tremble, I let out a little groan of pleasure. I took him deep and drank down his release like the finest wine. Then I smirked up at him, doing my best to hide some very uncomfortable soft feelings under humor. “Well?” I said with a wink. “Are there any braincells still functioning, necromancer?”

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, his expression unreadable. “Maybe a few.”

We both stared at each other for an uncomfortable moment before he lunged, using more than witch strength to drag me up beside him. His lips met mine, and I froze for a moment in surprise before relaxing into him, returning the slow, lazy kiss. Right. This was how it was supposed to be. Andy and Hasumi were the only ones who had ever wanted much to do with me once the orgasms were over. Once I had served my purpose.

Dyre growled low in his throat and pushed me onto my back, his hand sliding down my chest to slip under my waistband and grip my still hard cock. I let out a strange sound and froze at the suddenness of the move, my body and mind not sure if we should set someone on fire, freeze in panic, try to escape, or… thrust upward into the firm, cool grip around our cock.

Before I could make up my mind, Dyre suddenly withdrew his hand and sucked in a breath. “Fuck. No. I'm sorry.”

He shook his head, and I watched a flurry of emotions cross his features as he waged some sort of internal battle. Then his eyes met mine, in mournful apology. “I'm sorry. He doesn't understand. He was just curious and… well, based on prior experience he thought that was the logical next step.” Dyre shrugged awkwardly, still propped up on one elbow beside me.

I blinked at him, still trying to decide if I felt attacked or aroused. “What just happened?”

But my brain was catching up. His words only confirmed my suspicions. “Sunny happened,” he said with a groan, flopping back onto his back and draping a long arm over his face. I thought he might be blushing, if it were physically possible for a necromancer to blush. “Andy and Ambrose are okay with it. And… well, Sunny finds this whole sex thing interesting and new. So, he didn't understand that you might not want that. He thinks mortals are silly and weird with all of our emotionsand our needs.” He didn't seem to be able to stop talking. He just kept babbling. “I'm sorry,” he repeated, finally removing his arm from his face and turning his head to meet my eyes. “Truly. I know there are… boundaries. And that maybe you were only playing around with me just now. I didn't mean to make you feel—”

I cut the idiot off by pressing my lips to his. I had decided how to react now. I gripped his hand and pulled him toward me, placing his palm back on my lower belly. “Stop talking and finish what you started, witch,” I demanded, pressing in to nip at his neck.

Words, words, words. Everyone was always wanting totalkand discussemotions, and ask me how I was feeling and treat me like I might break. EvenItended to act like I was made of glass, thanks to all of their fussing. But right now, I wanted this. I wanted to be treated as if this was just the natural next step after sucking a guy's dick. Not like I was damaged goods.

Dyre's cool fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock, and I thrust into his grip. “Are you sure, Aahil?” he whispered against my hair.

I growled. “Stop. Talking.”

He huffed, but did as I ordered. His free arm wrapped around me, holding me to him as we lay on our sides. I buried my head in his shoulder, hiding in the curtain of his long, silky hair as he slowly, firmly stroked me, adding a little twist at the top that made my toes curl.

I gripped his hip with one hand, and his shirt with the other, hanging on for dear life. It felt so good. Safe. I shut out everything else, silenced all the voices in my head that usually ruined this, and just let myselffeel.

Dyre was warmer than he had been, but he was still cooler than my own raging jinn body heat. His cool touch on my cock and on my back felt nice. Contrast. And a reminder that he wasmore than he seemed. If anything went wrong… if I lost myself and my magic went haywire or my darkness took over, or I went completely insane… well, Sunny would handle it. Probably for good. But still, the thought was comforting. A bit of the wraith's dark aura wrapped around us, and I felt as if I was hidden in shadow.

Pleasure rippled up and down my spine as Dyre's hand pressed between my shoulder blades, holding me, anchoring me. His strokes sped up and I curled my hands into his t-shirt, pressing my head hard to his chest, still cocooned. Still hidden in darkness as I raced toward climax. As I reached out past the fear and the memories, I thought of Andy. Of Hasumi. Of the weird connection I had with this necromancer who was currently holding me together and simultaneously asking me to fall apart in his arms.

The orgasm surprised me. One moment I was yearning, striving toward a pinnacle that I thought was impossible for me to ever reach again. And the next I was soaring. Falling. Shaking in Dyre's long arms as I spilled heat and passion between us.

Vulnerable. Raw.

Long fingers stroked through my hair. And a deep voice rumbled against my cheek as he squeezed me to him. “It's okay,” he murmured. “Shh… it's okay. I know. I get it. It's okay.”

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