Page 34 of Hellfire

I sank my hand below the waist of her jeans, worming under her panties, sliding down her thatch of hair, one finger gliding through her wet heat. She rolled her hips, moving against me, and I gave her everything she needed. Her little whines of pleasure were almost too much for me, the ache in my groin painful, begging to be inside her. I increased my pace, and she gyrated into my fingers, chasing her release.

My fangs lengthened to ease the throb. “That’s it, Princess. Ride my finger.” I dragged the tip of my teeth along her skin, and she hissed. “Do you want my euphoric toxin?”

“Give it to me, please,” she whimpered, arching her shoulder up into my fang until it dimpled her skin, on the verge of piercing it. “I need to feel you inside me in all ways.”

Fucking sexy. She wanted my cock and my mind dipping into her at the same time. My balls hardened with a heaviness I wanted to unload into her.

I hissed and sank into her skin, injecting my toxin into her neck, feeling the heat of it sting her, swirl in her blood, and course through her body. The action brought her to an instant climax, and she shuddered in my arms. I lapped at the two tiny dots of blood on her skin, my saliva sealing the wound, locking my toxin in her. My mind connected to her body, and my pelvis kicked with the echo of her release.

Camus forced me to do this to multiple Brotherhood women to extract information, never with any feelings involved. An act so different with Luna, consensual, trusting, and erotic. I soared with her rush of hormones and pleasure.

“Get your clothes off, Princess.” I couldn’t wait and undid the buttons of her shirt, greedily peeling her clothing down her shoulder, kissing my way down her neck to her shoulder as I went.

She climbed out of my lap to shirk off her pants, but I was too impatient, stretching forward and yanking them down her legs. The look she gave me, a sultry smile over her shoulder, had my dick straining. Candlelight gave her pale body a soft glow, and I dragged my fingertips from her shoulders to her thighs, worshipping her as she leaned on me to climb out of her pants.

“So fucking perfect, Princess.” I kissed her ribs beneath her breasts, and she hugged my head and sighed.

“Stand up,” she commanded, releasing me.

My naga and I went to her, knowing what she wanted, her intent clear. She made quick work of freeing me from my shirtand jeans, tugging at my briefs like my dick was on fire and only she had the fire hose to put it out.

“Sit.” One shove at my chest was all she needed to get me on the sofa. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

I opened my mouth to protest, because it was my and my naga’s job to pleasure her. Her finger came to my lips, stopping me, and I sucked her into my mouth, making her eyelids flutter.

“Lie back.” Her eyes glittered with devotion as I obeyed, and she spread my legs, crouched in front of me, and took my erection in hand, giving me one pump of warning before she descended on me, almost to my base.

“Princess,” I moaned, clasping the back of her head, my hand sinking and scaling with every suck of her mouth. My other hand stroked along her back. “It’s never felt this good before.”

I felt completely safe with her. Safe that she wouldn’t abuse my trust. Wouldn’t abuse my body.

She hummed as she worked me with her mouth, the vibration heightening my pleasure. Her enjoyment in giving back to me was a heady rush in my veins. She delighted at every spasm of my cock, each roll of my hips, my fingers tightening on the back of her head, the control she had over me.

Between the pleasure of her sucking noises, her mouth and tongue caressing my shaft, I didn’t last long, releasing into her throat. She smiled and licked up the residual mess. My mind swirled in a haze of euphoria, hers and mine. She loved to please me, loved the way my body responded to her, loved the way I whispered her name, the respectful way I held onto her head and back.

I reached forward, wrapping my arm around her, pulling her onto my lap, and she wrapped her legs around me. My drug pulsed in her system, giving her pleasure even when I didn’t touch her.

“I want to try something different, tonight,” I said, nuzzling her neck.

Two things. The first a new tool of pleasure that I proposed to her when her men weren’t present to object. I wanted to ravish her, to sate my body’s craving for all things Luna.

“What is it?” Her palm ran the length of my torso, chest to stomach, and I loved the feel of her softness. The toxin blew her pupils wide, a ball of hazel, flecked with gold and blue.

“It’s called a hand necklace.” I showed her the concept, locking my hand on her throat, running my finger along her jaw. “I stay like that while we fuck because a princess deserves a necklace, and I don’t have any jewels.”

Her lips curled into the sultriest of smiles, and I traced her lips with my thumb, mapping them out. I pulled her down for a kiss, and my tongue probed her harder, more desperate than before, needing to taste every inch of her.

“Or if you want me to take your pleasure up a notch, I can cut off your air to heighten your orgasm. I won’t let you go unconscious. Will you let me?”

She gripped my wrist and squeezed. “I trust you.”

Those three words were enough to get me hard again. “Shifters can’t get STIs, and I want to fuck you without a condom tonight. Feel all of you.”

She brushed her hand along the sides of my face, her eyes reflecting absolute faith that I wouldn’t abuse my request. “Do it.”

“Lean up on your knees, love.” I tapped her on the ass, and she went.

Her heat spiked my own, and there was no way I could hold back. She moaned as I wrapped my fingers around her throat and kissed her, testing her level of comfort. Eyes falling closed, she sighed, her body melting, surrendering as I tightened my grip and plunged into her.

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