Page 34 of Moonlit Alexandrite

Tears clouded his eyes as he bridged the gap, running a single finger down my arm before easing my hand up onto his shoulder. I jolted at the electric feel of his skin against mine, still foreign, but so welcome. Each movement brought us closer together until there was no room to draw a breath.

“I wanted you too much to take you.” His words were a breath of air against the sensitive shell of my ear, and I shuddered at the pain I felt in them. This lost boy, so scared of everything.

“Then I’ll take you, instead. I’ll keep you safe,” I whispered back. Rising to my toes, I pressed my mouth gently to his in the softest of kisses.

He groaned and wrapped himself more firmly around me, one hand sliding into the hair on the nape of my neck as he tilted his head, asking for more. I opened to him, reveling in the slide of his tongue on mine as something deep inside loosened.

The ache of the unfulfilled mating bond gave a final squeeze and warmed to a comforting glow.

Dion lifted me and moved to press me on the wall of mirrors at the front of the room. I was a live wire. Everywhere he touched was blazing with heat. My succubus whimpered in need as I undulated against his hardening body.

“I think I’m suffering from a lack of Vitamin U, will you fill me up?”

Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud.

Dion chuckled and ran his lips down my neck, doing this amazing thing with his tongue that was making me and my succubus lightheaded.

“Are you sure you don’t want to slow down? Honestly, we can —”

“Dick me now.” Okaaay, it seemed my succubus and I had to have a chat about tact... and manners. My hands were working his belt without my conscious say so, and I realized this was really happening.

I also realized I wanted it to.

Dion cast a sideways glance, as if to ensure it was me in control and not just my succubus, before getting with the program. He whipped my t-shirt from my body and marveled at my bare breasts. No, I wasn’t wearing a bra; it was hot, and I had been home alone, sue me. He hiked me up higher against the glass before bending his head to take my nipple between his teeth. The shock of pain shot straight to my pussy, and I whined as I tried to find enough friction to ease the growing ache. He soothed the bite mark with his tongue before moving to the other side and repeating the action. My fingers threaded through his hair, further messing the locks, and it was unclear if I was pulling him closer or pushing him off. A dark chuckle feathered across sensitive skin as he licked up my throat and lowered my feet to the ground. I was in no state to stand, so it was a good thing he continued to guide me all the way down until my back was flat against the wooden floorboards.

“If I had believed there was any chance in hell of this happening, I would have organized to be somewhere with a bed,” Dion said as he worked my shorts and panties down my hips. The denim scraped against me in a way that had me squirming for attention.

“Now?” I asked, hoping his next move would be the sex bit. He smirked, as though he could hear my thoughts, and lowered himself to his belly between my thighs. He still had pants on, and I was fairly sure I needed his junk somewhere near my junk for this to work, but he was the one with experience, so I just waited. I may have forgotten to breathe. No, I definitely did. My breath whooshed out of me as he reached a single finger out and ran it up the length of my core.

“Has anyone ever tasted this, my little succubus?”

I shook my head mutely. I had enjoyed sucking on Ren, but had experienced nothing else like it myself.

“Here’s what I’m going to do.” Dion raised his torso to stare into my eyes as he laid out the game plan.

“I am going to lick this sweet little pussy. I am going to suck and bite and devour it until you are a screaming, shuddering mess. Then I am going to see if you still want to continue because if we fuck, I don’t think I can be gentle. I am going to own you. Do you know who you belong to, Alexandrite?”

I was so drugged out on lust, I could barely get my tongue to work. Had he asked me something? I wanted what he was promising. I wanted it, and so much more.

“I asked you a question, Lex. Who do you belong to?”

I cleared my throat. Once. Twice. Finally, I found enough voice to mutter, “You.”

He tapped my clit lightly, and I almost screamed in pleasure.

“Who else?”

“Tase and Ren,” I spit out. My voice was high and frantic, I barely recognized the creature I was turning into, but it appeared I had done well because in the next moment I heard him mutter, “Good girl,” and then his tongue ran firmly up the length of my core. True to his word, he devoured me. Each lash of his tongue felt like an apology and a promise all in one.

“Dion!” I screamed as he plunged a finger inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight. I may have to change up the game plan, sweetness, otherwise I’m not going to fit.” He bit the inside of my thigh hard enough to mark, then soothed it with his tongue. He repeated the action on the other side, and it made me smile that even in this, he felt the need for balance.

With a hard suck and some voodoo magic with the flat of his tongue, he caused all reasonable thought to flee as I crashed into a violent orgasm.

Fuck.

What was I thinking about?

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