She tugs down my zipper and sighs softly. “Had to feed before you. Didn’t want to consume you and kill you too quickly.”
What?
Can’t—can’t concentrate. What the hell does that mean?
And she’s mentioning me dying again . . .
Heck. It certainly feels like I’m on the verge of doing so.
My hoodie hits the carpeted floor. I’m steered toward the couch and urged to sit, the wheels in my mind grinding.
Fed.
Fed?
The others. The men I’ve seen her bringing in here, just like I am now.
Did she sleep with someone else before I arrived? Is that what she fucking means?
Succubus.
The word echoes through my skull, a cruel, irrational taunt.
Head tilted back, I just sit here and watch her as she massages my shoulders and lifts a leg to straddle me on the couch.
Athaliah is wearing a silk, black robe, and it parts with the movement, baring her thighs.
I’m stupefied.
Still perplexed . . .
Pissed as all fucking hell.
My hand shoots into her hair. Fisting it, I drag my eyes up to her face. “Are you telling me you slept with someone else earlier?”
“Shhh.” Her hands caress my jaw lovingly—soothingly. As if a simple touch can erase the heinous fact. “I had to make sure it wouldn’t be too quick for you. It didn’t mean anything.”
Fury parts my lips and like some possessive asshole, I intend to let her know exactly how I feel about th—
Her lips.
The shock of them connecting with my own derails all thought processes. Her tongue slides into my mouth, caressing mine, and it’s the final trigger.
Her taste.
Her scent.
The way she feels on my lap.
Arms snapping around her, I crush her to me and groan into her mouth as I trip clumsily over that edge.
Red-hot, wicked pleasure.
Pulsations without end.
I’m coming beneath her, grinding into her frantically, wild with the sensation as I give into it.
Our kiss is a wet, uncoordinated mess, and when she rips her mouth away from mine, inhaling a sharp gasp, her eyes are glowing in the darkness once more.
“Gods damn, you make me starve,” Athaliah growls, pushing me back into the couch with surprising strength.
Did she just say gods? As in plural?
In a blur of speed that I can barely process, she’s on her knees. My pants are torn open and I can almost swear her nails have become as long as claws.
My slick erection, covered in cum, is brought out and the last thing I see are her hazel eyes lighting up even more.
Then she lowers her head to my lap, using that same unnatural, inhuman speed, and she takes me into her mouth.
“Fuck!” I shout, head slamming back into the couch. My vision disappears, body arching—
That first suck, combined with her hungry, lapping tongue, rips another orgasm out of me.
Gripping her head, I can do nothing but surrender to this madness and fuck her mouth, flooding it with wave after wave.
She takes each thrust, each gulp, humming happily as I give it to her.
I have no idea how long it goes on for, yet when I manage to pull her off my dick, right as she has me on the precipice of a third orgasm, her eyes are no longer glowing.
Chocolate brown stare at me from the shadows, sated. Pleased.
Because she’s fed.
Just like she did before I got here.
“You’re the most delicious one I’ve ever had,” Athaliah moans.
Another reminder.
Possession is a vile, evil force that chokes me from the inside.
Out of my mind, I snap into action.
Fisting her hair, I force her to her feet and rip that silk robe off her body.
Her stunning body.
Lithe curves. Full tits. Smooth little cunt glistening with arousal.
I yank her to me and bend down to take her nipple into my mouth. I’m not nice about it, sucking hard and using my teeth on her, and I hate that she seems to fucking love it.
When all I want is to punish her right now.
“Logan,” Athaliah whimpers, fingers raking into my hair.
I switch to the other breast, biting it harder, and she arches her back, moaning.
Growling again, I grab her by the hair and lead her to the couch, where I manhandle her into position, face down.
Ass in the air.
Pussy and both tight holes bared to me.
I want to fuck her in each one, and that only infuriates me more. “You’ve ruined everything.” I tug the shirt over my head and let my torn pants fall to the ground.
She presses her hands into the couch and tries to rise up to look at me.
Grabbing my throbbing dick, I slam it into her pussy instead.
Athaliah screams into the couch.
I arch, sliding deeper, and moan her name toward the ceiling. “Athaliah.”
Her hands claw at the couch, slick walls fluttering. “Thali, baby. Call me Thali.”
She’s lucky I’m willing to give her whatever she wants right now.
Hands on her hips, I pound into her, watching as her cunt swallows me whole. “Look at what you’ve done to me, Thali. You’ve fucked everything up.”
“I’m sorry. I really am.” But her back curves, voice breaking with pleasure, and the way she gushes around my cock tells me she isn’t sorry.
She isn’t fucking sorry at all.
I fuck her harder, eyes on the spot where I’m disappearing into her. Don’t know if the moon moved, but there’s a perfect beam of light aimed at where we’re joined. My erection is bathed in her juices, her hole stretched around me.
My eyes lock on the tight hole above it—
“Shit!” In shock, I clamp down on her hips, thighs quaking with my next orgasm.
Feeding my cum into her pussy sets off another violent reaction in her. Skin breaking out in goosebumps, she comes all around me, and it’s almost like her skin also starts to glow.
Or is that just the moonlight?
Can’t tell. Can barely see from the aftershocks.
My burst of insane energy is starting to desert me.
And I’m still hard . . . God, how can her ass look so good to me?
I know what I’m about to do before I do it, and it’s an instinct I
