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“Breathe, Ren,” I muttered, and felt the stir of my hair as the breath he had been holding whooshed out. He was truly a glorious sight to behold. I knew he was a fire salamander now, but it still wouldn’t surprise me in the least, should we discover he had divine blood. Certainly, he seemed more like a god than that real estate agent who had sold me my craft store.

I leaned over his shaft and blew across the tip. He shuddered, and I watched in amazement as his cock twitched, well bobbed really, all by itself. I moved my head around and blew from a new angle. Twitch. I tried blowing up the shaft and was rewarded with more movement. This all seemed rather anticlimactic, though. Wasn’t it supposed to be.... messier?

“Red, I’m loving the attention, babe, but.... what are you doing?”

I looked up to see curious eyes set on me.

“Umm... giving you a blowjob.”

I did not expect the bark of laughter that came out of him. I would have been upset if it weren’t so clear he himself hadn’t expected the reaction.

“You. Oh God, babe. You...” His shoulders shook with his attempts to suppress what seemed to be a full-blown attack of the giggles. My big, dark, protective mate, who looked like a god and was hung like a bazooka, lost the battle and collapsed in a heap of the most girlish giggles I had ever heard. I didn’t completely understand what was happening, but I was helpless to resist joining him.

When he finally caught his breath, he choked out, “You’re supposed to suck, not blow, Red.”

“Well, that’s just stupid. Why isn’t it called a suck-job then?” I grumbled as I sat back up on my knees.

“I don’t know, but — fucking Christ!” His sentence was lost in a flow of consciousness, which seemed to include every cuss word he had ever heard, as I swallowed his cock as far as I could. It was delicious. The salty taste exploded on my tongue as I ran it around the head before diving back down over it. I felt Ren’s hand fall lightly to my head once, twice, as though afraid to touch me. Smirking around my mouthful, I reached for his hand and tangled his fingers in my hair, encouraging him to guide me.

The deep, guttural groan made my succubus shiver, and I rejoiced at this newfound freedom. A smoky sandalwood scent permeated the air, seeping from Ren’s pores. I recognized it from the second time we met at the club. Discovering Ren’s body riled me up, but nothing like what that smell was doing to me. My pussy throbbed and I could feel my panties dampen as he overwhelmed my senses.

I played with the depth and suction, allowing him to show me what he liked until, too soon, he was trying to pull me off him. I was not ready to go.

“Red, I’m going to come if you keep that up, let me get a tissue or something.”

A growl I didn’t know I was capable of ripped from my throat as I redoubled my efforts until fine tremors shook his legs, and he tightened his grip on my hair to just this side of painful as he shouted his release. I swallowed quickly, and as I watched in fascination, his abdominals contracted over and over in a way that made me want to rub my legs together to ease the ache building in me. My succubus purred her satisfaction as she consumed the sexual energy from the room, and I wondered if maybe I could move forward now. Was she over her sexual hang-up?

Ren hooked me under the arms and easily pulled me back onto his lap before claiming my lips in a searing kiss.

“Your turn.”

The front door swung open behind us, and Colbie strode in. “We’re back! Newt found an interesting leaf, he just... Shit. Newt, we need another leaf.” The speed of her about-face would have been comical if not for the fact my cheeks were flaming at the thought of my bestie seeing one of my men stark naked.

One of my men... Goddess help me.

Chapter Seventeen

Lex

Crafty Seductions was coming along beautifully. The internal walls had been taken down, and the shop was now one open space. Vivianite, water nymph and owner of Overall Plumbing, had done an amazing job ensuring we had running water to the small kitchenette and a large sink where I could wash art supplies. The restroom was also appreciated with the amount of time I was planning to put in here to get everything ready for opening night.

Color swatches covered half of my new checkout counter, and I thought hard about what kind of ambiance I wanted for the store, while idly crocheting to keep my hands busy. I could do a cool white and blue and have a Hamptons feel, or I could go with warm cream and have a more rustic vibe to the space.

“So...”

I looked up to find Colbie leaning against the far end of the counter, a Cheshire grin on her face. I paused mid-stitch and wondered what was going on.

“So...?” I asked.

Impossibly, her smile stretched wider as she picked up a color card and flicked it at me.

“What happened with Mr. Tall, dark, and hung last night?”

My neck prickled with warmth at the memory of the moment Colbie had inadvertently intruded upon.

“Who’s tall, dark, and hung? I feel like I’m missing something here.” Agate, Aggy to her friends, wandered in, brushing her soil-covered hands on her skirt. The earth sprite had been planting a beautiful garden in boxes out front. Multi-colored blooms peeked above the window frames all across the shopfront.

Rustic, I decided, recommencing my stitching. I would need to make sure the furniture we use was raw wood. Maybe some natural fiber rope for finishings.

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