Page 14 of Pleasantly Undead in Dark River

X went on, like I wasn’t having an emotional crisis. “But still, you were on my brain. I couldn’t stay away. I needed to be near you. I managed to hold myself back from fucking you, even when the opportunity arose.” He stopped, grabbing my hips and pulling me tight to his body. He leaned down so his lips were close to my ear. “There's something extremely pleasurable about delayed satisfaction, Love. One day I will show you exactly what I mean,” he purred. I shivered as my core clenched. He let me go, tucked my hand back into the crook of his elbow and continued on, dragging my lust-frozen body with him.

“I guess we know why now. But I also know that while your succubus calls to me like a siren, it doesn’t control my actions. Now there's nothing stopping me from taking you to that park bench, sliding up that pretty little skirt, and driving you down on my cock until you scream my name.”

I swallowed my tongue. “I… uh…” My brain scrambled to find something sexy to reply, but I was blank, so I followed along on his heels like a puppy. I shook my head, stuffing the sexy suggestion deep down into my psyche to explore much, much later when it was just me and my pulsating shower head. “It doesn’t bother you? The fact you were almost compelled to my side?”

X grunted, and then suddenly I was in his arms and my back was pressed against the wall of the Doctor’s office. The rough brick scraped against my shoulder blades. X’s face was so close to mine when he said, “No one controls me, Love. Not you, not my maker. No one. So when I do this…” he kissed me hard, a rough bruising kiss that made me gasp and rock my pussy against the front of his black utility pants, moaning as I kissed him back.

Damn, kissing X was like drowning. I pressed my nails hard into his shoulders and held on for dear life. His hands gripped my thighs and he rolled his hips against my core like the only thing holding him back was the brief strip of underwear. We both knew he could probably tear that off with no effort at all, but somehow he resisted. He kept the barrier of our clothes between us and the nudge of his hard dick against my clit was making me pant. He pulled back. “So when I do that, you know it’s because I want to, not because your sex voodoo compelled me into it.”

“X…” I whimpered. “Please.”

His hand slid between our bodies and he dipped a finger into my panties. He let it brush lightly against my clit and then slide between my lips and inside me. I rocked against it, and when he pulled his hand away, I wanted to whine and bite him all at once. Instead, he took his finger, glistening with my juices, and sucked on it. “Mmm, delayed satisfaction, Love. I promise you. It’ll be worth it.” Then he let me slide down his body until my feet were back on the ground. He kissed me softly again, just so I could taste myself on his lips. “Have a good day.”

He stepped around me, opened the door to the clinic and winked as he closed it in my face. I stood there alone, gaping at the door. I was hot and horny, and so very tempted to track down Nico just to soothe the lust buzzing under my skin. But in some weird way, I wanted to please X, so instead I walked back to The Immortal Cupcake. Today I would conquer fucking cupcakes and tonight I would conquer The Executioner.

Nico clapped his hands,a little bit of flour creating a cloud around him. “Well done, Raine.”

I grinned and gazed lovingly at my first batch of unfailed cupcakes. They were perfectly golden, not too high, not too flat. It only took me seven batches but I got there. I put them on the cooling rack gently like they were precious. Which they kind of were. They were a turning point, and you had to appreciate even the small victories.

On the other side of the table, Nico had baked several batches of perfect baguettes and bread rolls, three trays of cupcakes and was in the middle of creating the perfect French meringue buttercream frosting. I scowled in his direction. “Do you really have to be so good at this? You’re making me look bad.”

Nico’s low chuckle echoed around the kitchen, and he wiped his hands on his tight, checkered pants à la Sid Vicious in the glory days of UK punk. He’d teamed them with boots and a shirt that was hot pink and had a sleeping kitten on the front. Nico was a law unto himself when it came to fashion. He once told me that he wore whatever made himfeelthat day. When he reached me, he scooped a finger through his bowl of frosting, and then ran it along my jaw and over my lips. Then he licked it off me in one, long stroke.

I am only human. Or, I was only human. But that shit? It's like pure foreplay. I attempted to climb him like a tree, but a single hand on my hip kept my feet firmly planted. “No, we have cakes to make, and what kind of teacher would I be if we kept ending up on the floor, hmm?”

A damn fine one. Instead of saying that, I pouted and went back to filling my piping bag. Nico walked back to his side of the counter. It was easier if he was on the other side of the room.

I squeezed the piping bag how Nico had shown me, and grabbed a cupcake. Then the frosting exploded from the tip, spurting all over the counter.

“I swear, that never happens,” I said quickly, trying in vain to keep a straight face.

Nico laughed. “You must have had an air bubble. Remember what I said about massaging it down.”

Gripping the long frosting bag in my hand, I pornographically ran my hand up and down it. “Like this?” I purred, waggling my eyebrows suggestively. Nico shook his head, his grin wide, but pointed back at my sacrificial cupcake.

Fuck it. How hard could it be?

The answer is not hard if you want it to look like a five year old did it, but perfection is the work of a true artist. It was kind of like doing your eyeliner for the first time. You end up poking yourself in the eyeball and looking a little like the Lone Ranger, but eventually you get there.

I sprinkled it with copious amounts of edible glitter. As any stripper will tell you, glitter is like magical pixie dust that hides all your sins.

“So, Lucius came over last night,” I said nonchalantly. “Said he knew I was a succubus because he killed the last of my kind a couple of centuries ago.”

Nico’s hands stilled, his fingers curling into his fists. “Oh? Did he threaten you?”

I scoffed. Lucius didn’t threaten. If he wanted me to be dead, he could have murdered me a hundred times over by now. “No. He said that being obsessed with me keeps him sane.”

Yeah, because those were the words of a sane person. But it was hard to argue with the results. “He said my succubus kind of keeps him focused, chasing away the insanity for a little while.”

I cleared my throat as I sprinkled tiny yellow stars on top of the blue glitter. “He said that if he went down on me every now and then, that my pleasure would keep the crazy away.”

I mean, it was a new line, but it wasn’t that much different to frat guys convincing girls that ejaculation cured cancer, right? Men have been using the old ‘sex will save my life/your life/the whales’ since forever.

Nico looked back down at his bread, kneading it with sure fingers. “And what did you say?”

“That I’d talk to you guys about it.” I put a giant red fondant heart on top of the icing. “Taa daa?” I said, doing wild jazz hands.

He pulled out his phone and took a photo. His thumbs flew across the screen and then he stuffed it back in his pocket.

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