Page 12 of Malice
Still uncertain, I looked back to Merri. She was still squirming on the bed, though she’d managed to remove her shirt while we’d all stood here debating our best course of action. Her skin was flushed as though with fever, and long strands of her hair stuck to her glistening skin. I’d just lifted my gaze to her eyes, only to falter. The black orbs had been replaced with her robin-egg blue irises.
“Please,” she rasped, the word only for me.
That was all I needed.
With a gasp, she arched her back unnaturally, and when her eyes returned to meet mine, they were black once more.
I began unbuttoning my shirt even as I strode toward the bed. Merri had asked me to help her, and I would not leave her to perish.
With each step I took toward her, Merri grew more still until she was frozen on the bed. If not for the rapid rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought her a statue. Her gaze was fixed on me, and I could sense the calculation taking place in her mind. She was a predator assessing her prey.
“Merri,” I whispered.
In a flash, she was on me, pulling me to the bed and tearing at my clothes.
“Christ,” Sin whispered harshly.
“I don’t think he’s involved in this one, Sinclair.” Grim’s voice filtered through the room, but I hardly had the attention to spare, not with a ravenous succubus atop me.
A feral claiming wasn’t exactly what I’d pictured for my first time with Merri. Not that I’d allowed myself to think on it at all.Or at least not much. She raked her nails down my bare chest, the slight sting radiating long after she’d reached my open fly. My shirt was nothing but tattered fabric, barely hanging on to my shoulders, and though my jeans were still intact, the button fastening them was long gone.
A low growl radiated from deep in her throat as she made to remove the offending denim, but I stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
“Allow me, hellcat.”
I was already moving, wriggling my way free of the obstruction.
Merri practically purred, one soft hand running along my length before she sheathed me inside her. Hot, wet, and impossibly tight, her cunt enveloped me all at once, and the sensation was so intense I nearly came then and there. Which was to be expected, honestly. I hadn’t been inside of a woman in more years than I could currently count. But even for me and my situation, the rapid approach of my climax felt fast.
“S-slow down,” I begged, not ready to lose the sensation of her moving over me as quickly as I’d found it.
“No.”
Her hips rolled with no regard for my request, the lust-crazed look in her eyes only serving to bring me perilously closer to falling.
“I won’t last.”
Before I could say anything else, her fingers wrapped around my throat and she squeezed. “Good.”
The curl of her fingers mimicked the tight squeeze of her cunt, and my eyes rolled back in my head as a wave of euphoria crested. The fact that I’d thought I’d had any control of this situation was laughable. I was completely at her mercy. A pawn for her to use or destroy at her whim. There was no choice left to make but to surrender.
It shouldn’t have been possible, but my dick hardened even more, and there was nothing I could do now to stop the orgasm she drew from me. And it was her who did it, make no mistake. My eyes opened and found her face hovering over mine, lips parted, eyes fully black, cheeks flushed.
“Now,” she whispered, tightening her grip on my throat.
I was lost. To pleasure. To pain. To her.
Distantly, I heard the startled cries of the others, whatever sensual magic Merri had woven over me affecting them just as deeply. I spilled myself inside her, giving her everything there was of me and relishing in the fact that I was seeing to her needs. She’d chosen me, and there was no denying that something between us shifted.
Without warning, she rested on top of me, the soft puff of her breath fanning over my skin as she tucked her face into my neck. It was so unexpected there wasn’t even an opportunity for me to consciously decide how to react. My arms cradled her protectively, my mind memorizing the happy sighs that escaped her. She was, for all intents and purposes, a contented cat seeking out a cuddle.
My heart thundered in my chest, and my mind emptied of everything except the feel of her against me. Clarity and reflection would come later. For now, I simply existed. With her. For her.
She shifted in my hold, and I turned my head toward her, curious what I would find this time. Merri blinked as our gazes connected, the brilliant blue of her irises a welcome sight.
“There you are,” I murmured as the woman I knew returned to the forefront.
A soft smile tilted her lips, and something happened to the walls around my heart. I felt them crack ever so slightly. Fuck.
