Page 27 of Changeling
“How does it work?” he asks.
The question brings me back to reality. I shouldn’t feed from Sebastian. He’s a faerie. He might seem innocent enough, but what if his magic ensnares mine? His power fizzles between us like flames, licking higher with each shared breath.
My doubts rise to the fore. I clench his hips to hold him still.
“Dominus?” The fire in his eyes calms from a roar to a flicker. “Are you all right? Should I move?” He pulls from my grasp.
Nothing about him feels threatening. The opposite. Sebastian is a living, breathing invitation.
He presses his hands against my shoulders as he squirms farther away. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me the way I want you.”
“I do.” The words tear from my throat with a growl. Clinging to him, I stop his efforts at leaving and meet his gaze. “I do.”
He stills. Tension keeps his muscles rigid, along with our cocks between us, ready to continue their duel. “Then talk to me. What happened just now?”
I take a deep breath. Let it out. Swallow. All the while, he waits, ever patient, the heat of him sinking into my thighs and scattering my thoughts. “What if it’s a bad idea?”
He lifts his brows. A suppressed chuckle comes out as a snort. “Well, of course it’s a bad idea.”
I frown. “You don’t have to agree with such enthusiasm.”
“But it’s true. You don’t even like me.”
“I obviously like you.” I flex my hips and press my erection against his.
He rolls his eyes. “You don’t. All that means is you’re hungry and pleased that I’m willing to be your food.” He returns the gesture, grinding us together. “So are you going to eat me or not?”
A shudder grips my spine and sends a jolt straight to the place where our bodies meet. Though Sebastian’s words are daring, his expression holds a familiar fear of rejection.
So help me, I will not see his fear made real. Not when I can offer euphoria in its place.
CHAPTER8
Sebastian
Just when Ithink Dominus is going to come to his senses, shove me off his lap, and make a hasty retreat, his fingers tighten against my flesh. With an impressive show of strength, he lifts me as if I’m weightless and turns us both.
I end up on my back among piles of soft blankets with Dominus between my legs. He gives me only a heartbeat to be self-conscious, my thighs wide like a wanton concubine, before his chest lands on mine with a welcome, crushing heaviness.
I anticipate a kiss that doesn’t come. Or at least, it doesn’t land on my lips like I expected but rather on my neck. Warm and wet, his mouth sucks the sensitive skin of my throat. I tilt my head to make room. One of his cool horns brushes my cheek; the pearl ringlets he wears on them drag lightly across my skin.
His woody, floral scent sweeps me into its sultry embrace. I close my eyes and breathe him in. To savor these sensations. Muscles flex under my palms as I explore his naked back, slick with oil. His soft, silver hair is loose today, tickling my shoulders. The jewels that decorate his pierced nipples scratch my skin, and I arch my back. He feels like no lover I’ve had previous to this, and already I want more of him.
All of him.
A fist curls in my hair, and a delicious tug forces my head back so he can tongue my Adam’s apple. Dominus growls against my skin. I shiver.
A fluttering worry I’ve shoved into the back of my mind reminds me I still don’t know what it means to feed an incubus. But it would have to be truly terrible to stop me now. Not when the hot steel of Dominus’s cock thrusts against mine with only his silk pants and my thin nightclothes between us.
I’ve never wanted to be naked more than I do in this moment. “Dominus.”
He mumbles, “Hmm?” against the skin over my collarbone.
“Take off my clothes.”
That gets his attention, but not the reaction I want.
“No.”
