Page 122 of Of Spindles and Nightfall
She pressed her wet frame still harder and slid back down before doing it again. And again. Each roll of her body slowly inched over him with a grating force that had him clutching her with a desperation to make her keep going.
“To hell with it.” He reached down, and on her next thrust, he plunged inside of her. “No more games. If you want this, you are going to take it.”
She sank lower onto his cock. “I will take it.” The burning raged inside, her breaths coming faster. To feel her opening clenching around him. To see his reaction to her touch. She began to roll faster and faster.
The water lapped at the tub’s edge, caressing her breasts with each thrust. The steam curled, kissing her flesh with an intense heat. And soon they were not two bodies but one shifting together, thrusting together, moving in rhythm without abandon. Aryana gripped the sides of the tub as his clawed nail somehow found its way to her apex, pressing it, titillating it. She threw her head back and gasped for air. Her fingers dug into the basin as he claimed her, as he tore her into pieces, shredding every part of her.
That wasn’t fair. She was going to make him come first. “You bastard, you bastard, you…”
She cried out and fell against him, clutching at his wet, beautiful granite skin that she once had found so off-putting. It now was all she wanted.
His tail tightened around her waist.
She growled and clutched his shoulders, pumping up and down on him, hard, determined. She thrust and thrust, and Zarathos moaned and swore. The heat of the bath curled upward, making him appear as a god of the mist, a being that was coming undone at her will. She moved faster. The surrounding water roiled and sloshed and she held him tighter, restraining his movement as she thrust soforcefully a bit of pain spiked through her. But she liked it. Only she would be able to control when he peaked—until she brought him the ultimate pleasure.
He hissed, then roared, and she felt his pulsing inside of her. There it was.
His expression was one of pure awe, as if she was the goddess that had forcefully stolen his soul. A dark smile curled her lips, and she leaned forward. “I know your secret.”
He didn’t move, staring at her. “What secret?”
“Why you take the potion,” she murmured, running her hands over his shoulders, enjoying the sensation of holding him in her body. “What the potion does, or at least what it most likely does. It hides your scent. Your blood. That is why you got so angry when I drew it at the opening ceremony.”
“The potion works as a mask, bringing out the scent I choose, in this case my abaddon blood. But draw the real thing and the elixir is useless. My scent—”
“But it wasn’t your scent that gave you away.”
They remained there, neither of them moving. Zarathos’s cock shoved inside her and he held her hips, his tail securely around her. She didn’t care what he was—demon, king, or something far darker—she was his heart and soul, bound to him in a way she could not understand nor escape.
“What was it?” he asked.
She laughed. “Who else would come up with the solution of covering someone in their own cum to hide that person’s scent? You could have given me your elixir.”
A hint of defiance tugged at his lips. “And watch you possibly collapse into a seizure? Not a chance.”
“You’re half incubus, Zarathos. And both half or full bloods are forbidden in the demon kingdom. Even little me is aware of that. You have been trying hard to hide it. But after the last trials when your blood was spilled—”
“Everyone knows.”
She ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve given up so much. You will now be as big a target as me.”
He sighed and lifted her off of him, sitting her back in the water. He bent his head forward.
“I don’t know why my father kept me alive. I was a liability to him. I was everything I shouldn’t be.”
“That is why he threatened to kill you.”
“I thought so at first, but then… then he ended up killing the others, my half-siblings, and sparing me. I had to prove myself useful to him over and over. And the godsdamned elixir was the only way he’d consider letting me exist. And then, when he died, and I became the next king, I couldn’t let my guard down, not for a second, or I was still as good as dead.”
Aryana’s heart twisted. “You’ve been taking the potion for years and years.”
“I’d grown accustomed to it. To a certain amount every day at a certain time. And then you and the damn Bloodbound bond came along and all of a sudden I had to take it twice, three times as often and the seizures started again.”
Oh gods, the seizures were partly her fault. “But why? Why only incubi? They let female succubi live.”
He produced a bitter laugh. “Because incubi, even half incubi, are the only ones who can sire a shapeshifter. It is what occurs when an incubus sires a child with a human. And shapeshifters are a threat to the kingdom. They are a threat to everything. My father and the demon arch kings before him were intent on eradicating them. And they succeeded. To ensure no more came into being, incubi and half incubi were made illegal. I mean, our very nature drives us to sex. We are insatiable. The only method to guarantee that shapeshifters didn’t come back into existence was to make sure there were no incubi in the world.”
“So, all incubi born of a succubus are killed?”
