With a coy smile, I cupped one of his balls, testing the weight. A moan echoed in the small shower - echoed through me with the strength of a drum-line. Instinctively, he began to rock his hips, but I slapped one of his ass cheeks.
"No," I growled, and he stopped immediately. Taking my time - punishment was a bitch, after all - I ran a nail down his length. He was long, longer than any of the other men I had slept with, and thick. The first time I had taken him, I was afraid he wouldn't fit. I shouldn't have been surprised when we came together like two pieces of a puzzle. After all, the fates wouldn't have given me a mate I couldn't take.
Even if I did lose my ability to walk for a week afterwards.
When his breaths continued to deepen, erupting in quick spurts, I replaced my nail with my tongue, licking his thick underside and the throbbing vein. Adjusting my hand around the base for easier access, I wrapped my mouth around his tip, using my saliva as a lubricant.
"Fuck," he whispered harshly, hands tangling in my hair.
I immediately pulled away with a frown, once more slapping his ass.
"No touching," I hissed. When I was sure he would be compliant, I happily pulled him back into my mouth. He was long, but I knew I could take him. Once he was fully in my mouth, I began to hum. His gasp made my insides tighten deliciously, heat pooling low in my core.
With practiced efficiency, I sucked him in and out of my mouth repeatedly. Through it all, he whispered my name, told me how much he loved me, begged me for more.
When his cock began to quiver, I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
His eyes were very near pleading with me. Begging me.
Standing on my tiptoes, I brought my lips to his ear, relishing in the way he shivered.
I did that. Me.
"Fuck me, Devlin. Fuck me, and show me that you're mine."
Taking my words as permission, he hoisted me up, and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. In this position, I could feel his cock directly against my aching core. In one, firm thrust, he was sheathed inside of me.
I moaned, feeling utterly full to the point of breaking.
He waited, still inside me, until I nodded.
"Move." He began to rock his hips, fucking me in earnest, and I matched his movements. Our lovemaking became erratic, in tandem to our racing hearts, but still we did not let up. His lips clashed with mine, tongue prodding my seams. I opened to him immediately, taking him in. Loving him.
Showing him exactly who he belonged to.
I gasped his name seconds before I reached the precipice. I exploded, my pussy clenching around his cock. He continued thrusting in and out of me before chasing his own release, my name a prayer on his lips.
My legs quivered, and I quite literally needed him to stand up. Even when he placed me on trembling legs, I found myself leaning against him, pressing my forehead against his chest. Overcome by emotion, I pressed a soft kiss there. I felt unnaturally dizzy, a feat that had never happened after sex before. Why was the world spinning? I blinked rapidly to clear the sluggish fatigue from my mind.
"I love you," I whispered. The words felt foreign on my lips. Unfamiliar. They weren't words I had ever thought I would use again romantically. I had thought that type of love had been driven out of me, cut out with a keen blade.
I couldn't deny the truth of the words, though, no matter how much I wished to deny them. They surrounded me like a warm blanket, leaving me comforted and loved. Cherished.
God, he made me feel cherished.
And a part of me hated it - hated the way he made me feel - while the other part of me clung to it desperately. Pathetically, if I was being honest with myself.
At my confession, Devlin went still. Only his heart told me he was still alive, still breathing, as it thumped beneath me.
"Say it again.” His tone dropped to a hushed murmur, almost as if he was worried anything louder would break the glass globe we had found ourselves in.
I finally lifted my head, placing my chin where my forehead had once rested. His violet eyes were staring down at me as if I had hung the moon and stars. If I had ever doubted his love for me, one look into his eyes contradicted that thought. There was no denying he loved me. Was it crazy, this relationship between a Genie and an assassin? An assassin and seven men? Yes.
Did it feel right?
Yes.
Mustering my courage, I whispered, "I love you, Devlin Genie. I love you so fucking much that I don't know what to do with myself at times."
The smile that erupted on his face was brilliant. It made it worth saying those dreaded words.
I could only hope I wouldn’t regret them.
TEN
Z
The Mermaid King could suck my nonexistent dick.
The pompous asshole remained rooted on his throne while his indolent eyes, the same shade of blue as his son’s, ensnared me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away.
The other six thrones were empty, but that didn’t abate how stifling the room felt under the many watchful eyes. The King’s sons, Dair’s brothers, stood in a semi-circle around their father, eyes intently trained on me. I could feel their caress like a branding rod, burning my skin until it touched my bone. The heat threatened to burn me from the inside out, threatened to burn me alive. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
Behind them, Dair sat in his wheelchair. His azure eyes, the shade of water cresting the shoreline, were also trained on me. I avoided eye-contact with a vigor that surprised
