“I want to try everything.” She couldn’t believe she’d been missing out on this for so long. No wonder sea nymphs had so much sex. It was fantastic!
But only with the right partner, she’d swore she heard in a deep growl. Before she could ask if he’d indeed said that, he kissed her so thoroughly she would have done anything he wanted if he’d caress between her legs again.
“Want to taste me?” he asked, his voice like gravel.
“I do.” She wanted to hear him moan, see him shake. To drive him out of his mind, as he’d done her.
“Oh fuck.” He licked his lips, focused on her breasts. “Your tits are so perfect. So tight.” He closed his mouth around her left nipple. Then bit with a gentle scrape.
She nearly shot into his arms while he sucked, and she knew he’d taken a small bit of blood. “Again,” she ordered, staring at him in awe.
He grinned. “Yes, mistress.” He did the same to her right nipple and swirled his tongue over her.
She nearly came again before he pulled back and reached for her. He set her on her feet then took off his clothes, letting her see all of him, including his huge erection.
“There we go. Now, on your knees and open your mouth.” He loomed over her as she knelt before him, feeling shivery, sexy, and supplicant. And loving every second of it. “Lick me.” He held himself, so thick and hard.
She licked with a delicate swipe of her tongue, not putting her lips around him yet. His hiss of satisfaction pleased her to no end. She licked him again, tasting the saltiness of fluid beaded at his tip.
“Fuck, Kaia. Are you sure you never did this before?”
She smiled up at him and took the head of his shaft between her lips. His look of concentration as he watched her swallow him was worth nearly twenty-five years of waiting for the right male.
He was so thick it took some effort, but she managed to get her mouth around him and took about half of him before she gagged. He held himself so stiffly she wondered if she’d done something wrong and pulled back.
“Orion?”
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “Again, suck me harder.”
His desperation excited her, and she took him deeper, experimenting, rocking back and forth, aware he held still while she swallowed as much of him as she could. Her jaw ached, but the experience gave her a sense of empowerment she never would have expected.
Curious about his maleness, she ran her hands up his strong thighs, surprised to find them hairless yet not surprised at so much muscle. He had the frame of a bodybuilder, all brute strength with little softness. Except for the smooth sac between his legs.
She cupped him, curious when he tightened, his testicles like knots, drawing up tight. He gripped her shoulders before deliberately relaxing his hands and apologizing.
Worried, she asked, “Did I hurt you?”
“You’ll hurt me if you stop,” he growled. “Please, don’t stop. Do it again. Now, right now.”
She smiled, relieved, and took him in her mouth while fondling him once more.
He jolted, pushing deeper into her mouth before stilling himself, and she wondered if he felt the same exhilarating joy she had experienced earlier. His excitement spurred her own, and she thought about touching herself while using her mouth on him, the way he’d masturbated while licking her.
A large hand palmed her head, and he moaned. “Yeah, do it. Get yourself off while you blow me.” Then he started speaking in Greek, muttering words she couldn’t understand.
Spurts of saltiness filled her mouth, and he began to jut into her mouth, not enough to make her gag, but to show his excitement.
She drew closer to orgasm, rubbing in time with her bobbing head.
“I’m close. So close,” he moaned and started to pull back.
She didn’t let him. She grabbed his ass, keeping him in place while she sucked. As she came in a burst of color, she drew down on him, taking him deep, and was rewarded with a shout and his release.
Spent, she gripped his hips and swallowed, not put off by the salty wash of him down her throat. Once he seemed to soften, she slowly pulled her mouth away, licking him clean while he shivered and stared down at her with wide eyes.
Then he drew her into his arms and hugged her so hard she squeaked.
He gentled the hug. “Sorry, sweet.” Kissing her all over, he gave her words of praise and love that startled her, not because a vampire was loving her, but because she felt the same.
It’s only sex, she kept reminding herself as they moved upstairs to the bedroom. They caressed and talked in quiet tones, watching the moon from the comfort of the lush bed. When dawn approached, she joined him in the basement in his makeshift bed and held him while he slept like the dead.
And let herself feel giddy with the blossom of love.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Sunday night, Sabine entered Belyy Zamok, more than ready for some fun with her lycans and a bit of attention from her vampire. The lycans were a lovely diversion. She could pull quite a bit of animal energy from not only their blood but their bones, where most animal magic resided.
The vryko would be more of a challenge. Before she’d left, he’d resisted her urge to draw his bloode until she’d used the demon-coated blade. She expected more of the same attitude upon her return, so she’d stocked up on some elixirs from the conference that might help. The divine sellers had made a big profit, and she wished she had easier access to godly bits and bobbles instead of having to spend a fortune. But to get what she ultimately wanted, she’d pay the price.
Besides, she had no intention of letting Paz feed on her again. That damn well hurt. She put a hand over her heart, feeling the burn from where he’d pulled on the seat of her power. She wouldn’t be surprised to find her hair turning dark again. What few knew was that the white in her hair was a symbol of her power. She wasn’t just any sea witch—Sabine was the White Sea Witch. All caps, and emphasis on the White—the sea witch equivalent of a supreme witch, master vampire, or top-tier mage.
She left the boat she now claimed as her own, a small luxury yacht courtesy of Orion of the Night Bloode, and trudged past the shore toward the castle. Trees, vegetation, and roots shifted to clear a path for their beloved witch, the island keenly tuned in to its master.
She spotted a hexed centaur on her way. “Grab my bags, would you, dear?”
He nodded and passed by her, and she wondered how he’d get aboard the ship with that equine form. “Not easily,” she murmured with a grin, in a fine mood.
All in all, the conference had been a success. She’d made a few soul-binding deals, had found purchases she’d had her eyes on for quite some time, and had paid off a part of her debt to Paz, which had been weighing on her for months, ever since Sean had escaped.
Demons, like sea witches, made binding agreements. Just because circumstances changed didn’t mean the deal was off. She knew and understood Paz’s situation, and she’d been glad to get at least that burden off her chest.
So to speak.
She rubbed the area between her breasts, still sore despite it being a soul-base pull and not a physical one, and walked past Lord Ruin into the keep.
“So glad you’re finally back,” the gargoyle rumbled. “We have a bit of bad news.”