But every memory I relived of his, each time he took someone hard and rough right to their limits, raking their backs with his claws, fucking their mouths ferociously until the tip of his shaft was touching the back of their throats, all of it turned me on. And that disturbed the Hel out of me.
The incubus’ life was completely different from the others. While he did have a father who loved him, his was a life of constant hiding. No one was to ever know what he truly was, for fear of him and his father being cast out, something Raziel’s father had sworn to his mother he would never let happen. His mother had passed before he had a chance to truly know her. Raziel’s father had made a deal with a sorcerer to come up with a concoction that would stave off their hunger, allowing them to live without needing to feed. While that worked for both incubi, it was not enough for the succubus. Her hunger was too great, so she ended up wasting away. It was a price she gladly paid for her son to be able to live without the chains she had lived with for so long.
Sex demons weren’t summoned like other demons. No, they were used in other ways, pawns of much larger plots. And they had no choice other than to comply, because that was the only way they were allowed above ground to feed. Feeding upon each other was a mere appetizer at best. We learned all that in Demonology class.
Guess what his parents hadn’t realized was they were doing nothing more than exchanging one cage for another. Raziel grew up feeling isolated, alone. The only companion he truly had was his father. And that was no type of life for a sexual being. He did his best not to let his father know how he felt, did his best to keep the turbulence of emotions hidden inside. But the fact of the matter was he wasn’t truly living and was scared he would end up fading away just like his mom had. To top it all off, he was still a virgin. Well, not any more.
Which brings us back to him and my werewolf fighting. I now understood what Adorjan had meant when he said they needed to get it out of their system. Both had finally come across someone to fulfill their needs, needs that had never truly been met until now. And neither had ever learned to share. Another piece of evidence against this whole true mate business. They should have no problem sharing when it came to their mate, if that’s what she, well I, needs.
After Adorjan and I made love, and he helped me to focus in on their pasts as I had done with his, Jason and Raziel were still tearing into each other with as much vigor as before. It didn’t make a bit of sense to me.
“How can they still be going at each other like that? And why?” I asked Adorjan. We were both still on the bed, watching the two of them. I know he said let them get it out of their systems, but it was getting ridiculous. “And we shouldn’t be focusing on so much sex either. We should be coming up with a way to get out of here, not fighting and fucking.”
“The only explanation I can come up with is these collars we all woke up with around our necks.” Adorjan began his reply, but it looked as though it was a struggle for him to even talk. No, I don’t mean he was getting emotionally choked up. I mean he was physically struggling. Not only was perspiration building up all over his face and his still shirtless broad chest, but his eyes had also begun to water.
“Adorjan? What’s going on with you?” I asked, even though the mere thought of what the answer might be frightened me.
When I reached out to touch his face, he snatched my hand away and immediately let go as if the touch of my skin burned him. He snarled, “Don’t,” at me and then closed his eyes and shook his head.
Adorjan opened his eyes to mere slits, pinched as though he were in pain as he spoke to me through clenched teeth and fangs. “There’s something with these collars that’s affecting us, and it’s doing more than making us focus on our basic instincts. Think about it, if anyone would be focusing on sex, it would be the incubus, and it would be the wolf and I coming to blows. But the only thing I can think of is seeing how deep I can get my cock inside you.”
He licked his lips and grabbed his cock that seemed to be growing larger and more erect with each word he spoke, as if to emphasize his point. “Screwing you so hard my name is embedded on your walls should be the furthest thing from my mind considering the fact we’re locked up in something far more than any dungeon or cell. No, this is much more sophisticated, dangerous, and possibly even deadly.”
I listened to every word he said, I truly did. But as I watched him stroke himself, I became mesmerized. I was becoming consumed by that dizzying heat once again; all rational thought began to leave me. I knew what he said about the collar was true, because the more I tried to think of anything other than sex, the more I could feel the magick within the collar pulsating against my neck. I wanted to tell Adorjan I knew exactly what he meant, that I was feeling it too, but I was beyond words right then. I began crawling towards him, as though I were stalking prey.
“Jelissa.” He hissed my name in a plea for me to stop, but I couldn’t.
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