Page 84 of Changeling
Sebastian claps his hands, proud of his handiwork. “Let us break in the new house properly!”
A laugh escapes me. Deep, enduring happiness warms my insides the way his magic has warmed the outside. “That was extremely impressive, Seb. You’ve really been studying hard.”
“Yes, and Iamhard. Are you going to take care of that for me?”
I lunge, scoop him up, and lay him on the blanket he’s so conveniently provided. “It would be my pleasure.”
Covering his lips with mine, I kiss him. I can hardly believe this is happening. We’re here, the two of us together in a house we own. I’m free of the curse. He’s chosen me. We’ve chosen each other. I’ve never known such contentment.
“What do you want, love?” I murmur against his jeweled ear. “I’ll give you anything.”
He props himself up on his elbows, forcing me to make room. “Naked, both of us, immediately. Then horns and tail. I want to look at the real you.”
I begin to unbutton my shirt, but he shakes his head. “Allow me.”
I expect his hands, fingers working the buttons, but that’s not what happens. One second we are clothed, and the next, we’re not. Skin on skin sends heat between my legs, ramps up my desire for him, and wakes the sleeping demon all at once.
I do as he commands and shift forms, letting go of my human glamour for the incubus writhing beneath. As easy as breathing, but with Sebastian, it feels special anew.
“I want to do the same,” he says quietly. “May I?”
My mind clicks to his meaning. “Of course, please. You never have to ask. I’ll always be honored to have you in your true form.”
The smile he gives me is one of relief, and I hate that he’d worried I might not want him as a faerie. I’ll make sure he never has to fret over that again. Oh, how I’ll worship him!
The spell that hides his wings flickers and gives way. His skin damn near sparkles it’s so radiant.
I run my finger along the point of his ear. “You’re gorgeous, Sebastian. Perfect exactly as you are.”
His cheeks flush prettily as I hover over him, taking in his magnificence from head to toe. He wasn’t kidding. He’s hard already, cock plumped and leaking where it lies against his abdomen.
Worship calls. I must devour him, piece by piece, starting with the most needy.
I engulf his shaft with my mouth and suck him down, eliciting the most delightful sound from Sebastian as he clutches my hair in his hands. I lather him with attention, swallowing around him, licking his crown, humming my pleasure.
He squirms beneath me. So much so fast, but he handles it beautifully, keeping his fingers gentle, even as his hips writhe.
I release his cock, only to admire how it shines, slick with my saliva. I wrap my fist around him and stroke. What if…? “Can you conjure oil from thin air?”
His eyes lock onto mine. “I’ve never tried. I think so. Where do you want it?”
“My hands.”
He nods and goes still in concentration. Then his lids flutter, and he giggles. “As nice as that feels”—he lowers his gaze to where I work his cock—“stop that for a moment so I can think.”
Reluctantly, I do as he asks, leaving his weeping shaft twitching on his belly. What a sight. I’m going to enjoy this.
Sebastian regains his focused look. Sweat has broken out above his upper lip, and I have to lick it away. I’ll wait, though. Oil first, tasting him second.
My palms warm while the pleasant scent of rose petals permeates the air. Oil appears from nowhere, sweet-smelling and copious in both hands. I could get used to having a damned-near sorcerer around all the time. It’s…well, magic.
“Will that do?”
“It’s perfect, and the perfume is a welcome touch.”
“I thought you’d like that.” He grins. “Now get back to it.”
I raise my brows. “Will you be giving the orders tonight, then?”
