Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,89

to lick. She murmured his name. He wouldn’t stop.

Before she got swept back up, she said, “It’s—my—turn.”

FORTY-THREE

As he lapped at her luscious orgasm, Calliope’s voice carried as if from a distance.

Tasting her release was a baptism of fire. His demon instincts roared with fulfillment, yet his cock throbbed for relief.

When she pushed at his horns, he reluctantly drew back from his prize. How he kept from falling upon her again, he didn’t know.

He’d pleasured his female well, and it showed. Her eyes were bright, her skin flushed. His chest bowed with pride even as his body pained him beyond measure.

She wanted to touch him, had vocalized her wish. He rose to stand before her.

Reaching for his shirt, she unfastened a button, then another. When she opened his shirt, his raised glyphs burned, reflecting in her hooded gaze.

His brows drew tight. “Don’t know how long I can last. . . .” His cock was so swollen, she couldn’t get the ties of his pants loose. He slashed them open.

“Thanks.” She gave his pants a decisive yank, shoving them down his thighs. When his length sprang free above her lap, her eyes glittered as if with greed.

His lust-fogged mind couldn’t quite wrap around this. She took her time staring, and he let her look her fill, his shaft jerking under her gaze.

Don’t come! “I could go off just from your eyes upon me.” Clenching his jaw, he willed himself back from the brink. When she grasped him, his hips bucked uncontrollably. Her fingers were so pale against his demon skin.

Her soft palm roamed downward to his heavy balls. He opened his stance for her, choking back yells as she fondled his aching testicles, tugging on them, hefting them.

So close . . . He could easily come from this, but he must know what she had planned! If he could last long enough for her to reveal her intention, then he would know what had been going on in that mysterious mind of hers. . . .

“You need to sit.” She shoved against his chest, and he didn’t resist, collapsing back into the chair, his shaft bobbing. He maneuvered until he’d freed his trapped wings behind him.

What will she do?

She hopped from the table, then knelt on the floor between his legs.

He froze, scared to spook her. Had she . . . had his mate been thinking about sucking him?

“I’ve fantasized about what your skin would taste like.”

Gods almighty! Somehow he had the presence of mind to conjure a pillow under her knees.

She peered up at him with that soft look.

He was defenseless against it. “You look at me like that, and I grow as malleable as lava.”

“I’ll remember that.” Her voice was throaty from her screams. Her gaze raked over him, from his balls to his face. “I’d heard females fought over you.”

They used to. Until . . .

“I didn’t see why before.” Meeting his eyes, she said, “But now it’s so clear to me.”

He swallowed thickly. Lila . . .

Her attention dipped, then locked on his cock. The tip was wet, more moisture arising each time his shaft pulsed. She licked her lips for it.

Do—not—come. “I’m dreaming this. Have to be.”

“What would I do in your dreams?”

He cradled her ethereal face. “You would feel comfortable and go at your own pace. You would—”

Her tongue flicked his sensitive crown.

“—keepdoingthat, keepfuckingdoingthat!”

She did, wrenching a growl from his chest. Too soon, she drew back. “You even taste like fire.” She blew on the tip.

He shuddered with pain/pleasure.

She returned her mouth, enclosing the head with her lips, then began to dart her tongue.

It moved as quickly as the rest of her! “Lila,” he gasped when a deluge of little licks covered the crown. “Your tongue is . . . like a vibration. . . .”

Pausing, she murmured, “That a bad thing?”

He grated, “Fuck. No.” He drew his hands from her, gripping the chair. “Never felt . . . anything like it.”

She grinned up at him; he gaped down at her. She set back in.

“Fuuuuuck.” Her tongue made him twist. His instinct commanded him to thrust between those plump lips.

Her pink nails dug into his torso, reminding him to stay still. She was on fire, uninhibited. Lila was a gift. He could enjoy her innate passion for an eternity—if he didn’t do anything to dampen it.

With enough fire, even rock will melt. His firebrand burned so hot she could make even his stony heart soften and beat again.

Abyssian had teased her, holding all the cards. Turnabout’s