Page 13 of Fated Blood

“Don’t stop, keep rubbing, small circles…sit on your knees okay, spread them apart…”

She obeys; the sweet, innocent thing. I watch with my lips parted and my own breath coming out of me in needy gasps. She spreads her knees and sits on the rock floor, never once removing her hands from her core. She’s being quiet, too quiet, but the more she rubs the more her tiny little moans start to pass her lips whether she likes it or not.

“I wish it really was me touching you,” I tell her, and she moans a little louder. Her eyes are closed now, her hips rocking against her hands. “I’d press your body to mine, pull your nightgown down so I could see your chest. I want to kiss your breasts, Fayla. I want to draw your nipple inside my mouth and roll it over my tongue…”

“Sebastian!” she cries.

I pull myself up to my own knees so I can jerk myself harder. “I’d lay over you, spreading your legs so I could press against your throbbing center…”

“Oh…oh gods… What else would you do?”

“I’d wrap your legs around my hips and rub my cock against your sweet pussy—” I gasp, jerking, as a bead of pre-cum slips from my tip and rolls over my knuckles.

“Your what?” Fayla asks, and her eyes fly open. She sees me watching and she stops breathing.

For a moment we just stare into each other’s eyes, not moving, not daring to break the spell.

“I’ll show you, if you want,” I tease, “but you can’t stop touching yourself. I need to watch you, Fayla. To make sure you’re doing it right. To make sure you’re doing it like I would.”

“Show me, then,” she demands, her eyes flaring with need.

I stiffen, seeing a glimpse of the succubus she could be. The one I could make her if I ever get my hands on her. I straighten, losing my sight of her, and line my cock up to the hole.

“Come see,” I whisper, and listen to her knees scrape over the rocks as she crawls forward to peer through the hole.

“Oh, wow, it’s so big!” she gasps, followed by a moan. She’s still rubbing herself as she watches. I pump my hand up and down once, relishing at the sound of her breathing getting heavier. “Do all men have those?”

“Yes, but only this one can be yours.” I’m practically purring, loving every second of this, when I feel cold fingers brush mine. I look down in surprise, seeing her hand come through the hole. “You want to feel it?”

Say yes say yes oh my god say yes…

“Yes…”

I’ve never heard a sexier word in my whole damn life. Shivers run up and down my spine, my balls pulling tight as my stomach clenches. She wants to touch me… I never thought she’d be so brave. Slowly, I inch forward, guiding her hand with my own to my throbbing need. The moment she touches it my vision almost blacks out. Her fingers are so cold, so soft, and so so curious.

“It’s hot,” she moans, stroking my length with the tips of her fingers. “And soft…yet also hard…”

“Close your hand around it!” I gasp, the request coming out like more of an order as I lose myself to my need.

“Well, isn’t this a sight?” a man’s voice says, and I freeze. Fayla’s hand rips back through the hole so fast I’m not even sure it was ever there. “Don’t stop on my account…”

“Monroe scum!” I hiss, standing at my full height and rushing the bars with my teeth bared.

One of Angelica’s last remaining sons is standing there in the dark, grinning from ear to ear as his wings gently fan the air.

“I’m the scum?” he puts a hand on his chest in mock disbelief, but walks away from my cell to face Fayla’s. I press my face to the bars, trying to see her, to make sure he isn’t touching her. “You’re the one teaching a virgin to masturbate. You’re the one coaxing her to jerk you off.”

“Get away from her!” I warn, but he just laughs.

“I didn't do anything wrong!” Fayla snaps at him, and I’m relieved to hear her voice is far, far away from the bars.

“Of course not, honey! Want to touch mine too?”

I roar, reaching through the bars and grabbing his wing hard enough to yank him momentarily off balance.

“Touchy, touchy!” he grins at me, flicking my hand off him with a quick flap of his wings. “I just figured while we’re all getting to know our bodies that she might like a second example.”

“I’m going to kill you…” My voice is barely a whisper, not a threat but a promise. “Kill you like I’ve killed so many of your brothers! Vampire scum!”

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