Page 58 of Lost in the Dark

“You know I did. Your shapeshifting ability is very handy when it comes to meting out pleasure. I’d be curious…” I let the thought trail off.

“Curious about what?”

I can feel my cheeks getting hotter. “Curious about what you’re like in your natural form. I assume this is it, right?” I say, gesturing to him. He’s at least seven feet tall, with lean muscles and those interesting whorls on his skin. “And whether it would be as good when I’m awake,” I add. I’d like to tug on his horns and wrap his long hair up in my hands.

“This is my true form, yes.” His smirk broadens. “In my world, the demons serve me. But here, in your realm, I would be happy to serve you, if that is what you wish,” he says suggestively.

I raise my eyebrows. “Is that so?” In the past two weeks, my life has basically returned to normal. I’m back to baking and boxing, making up for my missed shifts at Queen of Tarts and giving Oaklyn a much-deserved break. But my dreams have been lonely and boring, and my waking life has seemed…lacking. Like I’ve just been going through the motions.

Maybe this is exactly what I need.

“Take off your clothes,” I demand. He’s only wearing leather pants, a belt, and his crown, but I want all of that off of him. He grins at me as he complies, stripping to the skin. The whorls continue down his legs, but I’m distracted by what dangles between them. His cock is thick and long, the same dark gray as the rest of him. And the underside is ridged with multiple piercing studs.

I was pierced down below once, at Evan’s request, and it did add to the fun. I eventually took the barbell out, as part of the whole “washing Evan completely out of my life” thing, and I’ve never regretted it. But seeing Callister’s piercings reminds me of the added sensation. “This is going to be fun,” I say.

“Oh, you have no idea.” He leans forward and scoops me up, carting me off to my bedroom. In seconds, he has me naked, almost as though he willed my clothing away. “On your hands and knees,” he says, and I scramble to comply.

He shoves my thighs apart roughly and immediately buries his face between them, his tongue and lips going instantly sloppy. He’s like a man who’s been starved and has finally found what he needs—he’s holding nothing back. His tongue swirls everywhere: up, down, inside, and out. I gasp and rock backwards, barely able to handle the onslaught.

He just growls and grips my thighs to keep me steady.

“Good god,” I moan, but he doesn’t relent.

“Wetter,” he mutters, and I choke out a laugh. I can already feel moisture dripping down my thighs, a combination of my own juices and his saliva. But it’s not enough for him. I’m not sure anything ever will be.

His tongue is stabbing inside me rhythmically, his fingers are on my clit, his lips and nose are nuzzling anything they can reach, and it’s more than I can handle.

“I love how you taste,” he growls, shifting so that he’s lapping at me again. Without warning, he manages to crane his neck and suck down hard on my clit, and I scream, coming hard and fast.

The orgasm is sharper than usual, a potent pleasure that shocks me. Waves of ecstasy radiate through me, leaving me quivering. He adjusts his grip on my thighs and straightens, taking me from behind with no further preamble. “Let’s see how long you can stay on your knees,” he says.

“Is that a challenge?” I pant as he enters me. I’m so slick that he slides in with no resistance, and my orgasming body immediately grips onto his cock, making him moan.

“Just a curiosity,” he replies, his voice going dark and husky.

There’s nothing tender or smooth about this; he’s wild, nearly unhinged, banging into me at a frantic pace. It’s not long before I drop to my elbows, the push-and-pull rubbing my nipples against the flannel sheets and making them feel all shivery.

The piercings drag along my sensitive flesh, ramping up the pleasure even more than I anticipated. He reaches around, his nimble fingers finding my clit, and gives it a pinch.

“Shit,” I moan, startled by how unbelievably good this feels. I’ve never been one for this kind of raw, animalistic sex, but he’s rapidly changing my mind.

He shifts his angle, plunging even deeper, and I come again suddenly, without any warning. Pleasure swamps through me, my inner muscles clenching hard around him as my clit pulses in time to his thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, fingers balling into fists on the sheets.

He groans. “I can feel you milking my cock. It’s so good.”

He presses my clit, a solid, firm pressure, quickly setting off a new wave of climax. My shaky knees give out, and I collapse onto the mattress. He must have sensed it coming though, because I don’t lose him. He drops with me, never even breaking stride.

This new angle is shallower, different than what I’ve felt before, and the rub of his piercings reaches a whole new level of intensity. They drag across my swollen G-spot and I shriek as yet another orgasm rips through me. I’m drenched and literally shaking, tears rolling down my face as my body tries to cope with such extreme pleasure.

Just when I’m certain I can’t take any more, Callister trembles and shouts, and I feel the liquid heat of his release pulsing inside me.

“Holy hell,” I pant.

He drops down, draping across my back, his breath in my ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

I huff out a little breath. “My god, yes. That was even better than dream sex.” I’ve never come that fast or that often.

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