Page 33 of Bite Me

“Stop trying. Just be.”

“But—”

He pressed his finger across her mouth. “Shh. Now lean back and close your eyes.”

Couldn’t she just bite him and get this whole thing over with? She did as he asked. She’d just fake an orgasm for him or something. Get this whole experience over with.

She never should have told him she was so hungry in the first place. It was either that or eat their hosts out of house and home. Or eat their hosts.

Ky sank back down in front of her, kissing and licking his way across her belly and her thighs. “Lift your leg and set it on my shoulder.”

Now she had to balance too? Okay, concentrate. Feel, he said, just feel. What should she feel? Should she feel happy? Dirty? Excited?

“Stop thinking, Jada.”

Busted.

Ky stood up again and Jada wanted to shrink into a ball and bounce away. A succubus was not supposed to be this bad at sex.

“Let’s try something else, shall we?” Ky slid the glass door surrounding the tub shut and turned on the shower head. Warm water rained down on them at exactly the right temperature.

He turned her to face the water and directed the head to spray across her chest. “No pressure, just a shower. We’ll get you washed up, tucked into bed, fed, and you can get some rest.”

Wait, was he giving up? That’s not what she wanted. Gah. She didn’t know what the hell she wanted.

Ky grabbed a bar of soap that had little leaves and herbs in it. It smelled vaguely minty and looked handmade. He lathered his hands and then rubbed the soap across her shoulders and down her arms.

Okay. She could do this.

He spread the soap up and down her arms, massaging the bubbles into her skin. “I liked seeing your arms over your head, your tits shoved out for me to lick and taste.”

Good to know.

“I’m sure plenty of your meals have tried to make you submit to them.”

Uh, yeah. That was a real common fantasy. Although, not as common as wanting her to dominate them.

“But, have you ever really felt the freedom in true submission? Giving all your power up to someone who you know wants everything from you.” His voice was low and hypnotic. “In exchange, they give you everything you need.”

“No.” That was not how her life worked.

He brought her arms up behind her head, wrapping them around his neck. “I think you’d like it. Not having to be in control.”

The bar of soap ran down her ribcage and across her belly, skipping her breasts all together. His words had a rhythm, like a low purr, soothing her.

“No responsibility for either my pleasure or your own. You don’t have to think, you don’t have to worry whether you’ll come or not, because it’s not up to you.”

He wasn’t even touching her, only the soap sliding along her skin, dipping low, skimming the tops of her thighs. Not hitting her in any of the places she wanted it to.

He whispered in her ear. “You could let go of all those fears, all the compulsion to fulfill another’s fantasy. To give so you can take. It would all disappear.”

Jada closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his chest. She’d love to feel the way he described, she simply didn’t believe it was possible. Not for her, not for her kind.

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do when you submit to me like that,aroha.” His fingers circled her breasts, moving closer, but still not touching.

“Mmm-hmm.” She wanted to hear him tell her. His words, the cadence, the tone, were a balm to her nerves. His touch, on the other hand was building a whole new tension in her body.

Finally, he cupped her breasts, one in each hand and lifted them, massaging with his slick fingers. “I’ll spend a good long time teasing these ripe nipples until they’re full and tight.” A chilly mist of water sprayed right where he’d described, making them do exactly that.

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