Page 17 of The Rowan's Stone
I sigh. The feel of his hard body against mine almost makes me want to stop to savor the physical feeling of the two of us together. It’s that moment in time when the anticipation is at its peak, your body is pushing for more and your mind is engaged on the sensations bombarding you. Astoundingly, he feels…familiar. Remnants of my dream float through my mind like déjà vu.
Oblivious to my thoughts, he lifts his head and gives me a seductive smile. His brown eyes tell me he’s in charge, but I also see flashes of black the longer I stare at him. The incubus is riding him hard. “You’re so wet, it’s tempting to slide right into you. But that would be too easy. I want you dripping for me, your body clenching with need and begging for your release.”
I feel his cock twitch with his words and clasp him tighter to me. Using a tendril of magic, I wrap it around his shaft and work my own magic. “Maybe I should make you beg?”
In retaliation, phantom hands grab my thighs and hold them apart, while shadows slither softly up my legs to my core and devour me. He drops his mouth to my breasts, and with his mouth sucking on my nipples and his shadows stroking my clit, my orgasm rolls over me, quick and strong but short, barely enough to take the edge off.
My body still aches for the feel of him inside me, but my hands ache to touch him. After a minute, I roll him over to his back. “My turn.”
Surprised, he gives a low laugh and waves a hand over his body. “I’m all yours.”
I straddle him and begin my assault. Starting with his ear, I nip his lobe softly and whisper, “I don’t want you.” A lie, obviously, but the sting of pain it generates works in my favor.
He hisses, then moans, pain and pleasure mixing together. “Minx, what’s with the lying?”
“I told you in the lab. I’ll tell you a white lie every day. And eventually, the little lies won’t sting. You won’t even feel them. It won’t matter if it’s Theron or a stranger. You’ll be aware of the lie, but it will stop feeling like the lash of a thousand paper cuts,” I explain softly. “Now where was I?”
His eyes burn and his voice is gruff when he replies, “I believe you were telling me how much you want me.”
“I don’t think so,” I retort. My mouth returns to his ear, and I give him a light kiss. Rubbing my nose along his neck, I breathe in his scent, the tantalizing smell rolling through me. I place little kisses down his neck to his shoulder, where I bite him. Not too hard, just enough to stroke his desire. “Although I do, very much.”
His stomach muscles contract. “Hmm, you’re full of surprises,” he rumbles.
“Shh, I’m trying to concentrate here,” I remind him. My lips continue to trail over his body, lightly sucking and licking his nipples, tracing his abs with my tongue, placing open-mouthed kisses along his V until I get to the coveted prize. His thick cock stands proudly, waiting for my attention.
Grasping him firmly, I give him a few strokes, then take him into my mouth.He tastes so good.I slide his cock all the way out, lick my lips and his head, then take him deep into my mouth. Playing a bit, I hum a few bars, and he groans. Picking a tune with varying high and low tones, I slide him in and out, sucking and humming, changing my tone every few strokes, along with the pace.
My eyes flick to his, and I angle my head so he can see my mouth on his cock, my tongue licking his shaft and my cheeks hollowing from sucking on him. His eyes flicker and his hips buck.
“I want to fuck you,” he says, his voice gravelly. His eyes are almost entirely black, and I realize he can’t hold the incubus back anymore.
I slide him out of my mouth and give him one last lick before crawling up his body.
Straddling him, I feel his cock tease my entrance. I try to slide down onto him, but he refuses. He jerks up, lifts me, and places me on my hands and knees. Scooting up behind me, he places a hand on my back, and I glance over my shoulder. His face is inscrutable, making me frown, but I don’t have time to question it. He lines up and thrusts into me hard, then stops. Clenching my body around his, I close my eyes to capture the feeling.
His finger swipes up the wetness dripping down the inside of my thigh. “You’re dripping,” he observes, satisfaction in his voice, and a wave of sexual magic wafts over me. “Are you ready to beg?” he asks as he starts thrusting in and out hard.
“Are you?” I counter. Using my magic, I caress his balls and the soft skin between his thighs.
In retaliation, his shadows capture my nipples, licking and sucking, and it feels exactly like his firm lips and tongue did earlier. He continues his hard strokes, never increasing or decreasing the pace.
My body burns for release, but I ignore it. My phantom hands move all over his body, seeking out his hot spots, driving him to the edge.
“Fuck, you play dirty,” he breathes out. “Can you take more though?” His last bit of control vanishes, and he fucks me hard, his pace furious. “You feel so incredible, I want to stay inside you all day.” Phantom fingers stroke my clit in time to his thrusts.
My body tightens, spiraling tighter and tighter, and when he pushes a strong wave of sexual magic toward me, I fall, my orgasm from earlier a butterfly kiss compared to the one crashing over me now. I moan and tighten around him, and in response, he quickens his pace until it’s lightning fast. The magic flows over me faster too, and my body keeps coming, multiple orgasms ripping through me again and again until I can’t take any more. “Enough, Astor. Please stop. Please come,” I beg.
Hearing my plea, he comes, my words as powerful as the magic he used to heighten my response. He draws it back into himself. “Fuck me,” he rasps as his hand grips my hip. “I’ve never had someone turn the tables on me. Kind of fucked with my head. Are you okay?” His chest heaving, he tries to catch his breath. Once he pulls out, I fall flat on the bed.
Breathing heavily myself, I mumble, “Better than okay. I feel incredible.” I turn over and look at him. His red hair is dark with sweat, his body also coated with a light sheen. Sexy doesn’t even begin to describe this man. I don’t go deep, though, knowing it isn’t the time. I simply relax and reply, “I’ll stay in bed with you any day.” I laugh and stretch. I’m going to be sore later.
He studies my face and relaxes. “Beds are good, but so are showers. Willing to shower with me?” His hand rubs a spot on my shoulder. “It appears you’ve got a smudge of dirt on your shoulder.” At my nod, he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom.
* * *
After a small debate,we decide to ride his bike to Witchwood. Astor felt it might make us more vulnerable to attacks, but I disagreed. An element of surprise and change in routine is never a bad thing. Although, I guess it won’t be a complete surprise, because I texted Henry to notify him of our arrival.
I received a strange text in return.Bring reinforcements.
