heat of it made Helena cry out, her voice ragged. She wanted to give him the same delight, so she reached down and found that uncut cock. Stroking his straining length, she played with the velvet foreskin. Her thumb found the pearl of pre-come dewing its silken head. Smeared it. Helena raised the finger to her mouth and sucked, eyes shuttering at the hot taste.
Conal’s focus shifted in time to see her, and his eyes burst into violet light. She felt the rise of his magic, so much stronger than before, Darkbane magnifying his power. The taste of his arousal sent hunger roaring through her, so savage Helena shook with it. “Let me taste you.”
His free hand slid down between her thighs, found her pussy slick. “Only if I can taste you,” he purred.
“Sixty-nine?” she gasped, fighting the need to writhe against his hand.
Conal’s eyes glowed brighter. “Yeah,” he said raggedly. “But you’re not going to be able to do that for long.”
Helena grinned -- and tried to ignore the way his eyes flickered at the sight of her fangs. “I’ll take that chance. Lie down. I want on top for this. I’m going to have my hands full -- among other things.”
He laughed and dropped down on the couch beside her. Helena sat up, pausing to admire the sight of him. His shoulders were so wide, one of them overhung the couch edge, his skin pale against the charcoal leather. The gemstone on the pommel of Darkbane’s hilt burned, matching the Sidhe sigils marching down his cheek. Judging by the hot look on in his eyes, he approved of the sight of her every bit as much. “Get down here,” he growled.
Helena’s ragged breathing caught at the stark command in Conal’s tone. Unfortunately, 69 meant she had to turn her back on that handsome face as she straddled his chest. She felt better about that the minute she caught sight of his gorgeous cock dancing over his belly. Helena leaned down, but before she could suck it into her mouth, powerful hands gripped her thighs and jerked her hips up and back. Conal’s mouth pressed against her cunt, and his tongue drew a blazing line from her clit all the way down over across her pussy lips.
She gasped at the incredible sensation, every nerve in her pussy bursting into a sweet blaze of delight. “God, Conal!” His cock bounced, seemed to strain up at her with the intensity of his need, and the scent of his desire drowned her senses.
Moaning, Helena slid her lips down over his cock. It filled her mouth deliciously as she let her tongue stroke his length, tasting him. All the while, his tongue flickered and danced, exploring her slick folds and swirling around her clit. Good God, the man knew how to eat a woman out. As he nibbled her, two long fingers slid into her pussy and found the bundle of nerves that was her G-spot with unerring accuracy to skate back and forth over it.
The resulting explosion of pleasure made her jerk with a startled hum. He grunted, and she realized she’d nicked his shaft with her fangs. Helena pulled her mouth free to gasp, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
“Shut up -- that doesn’t even qualify as a love bite,” he growled against her wet flesh, finger fucking her with mind blowing skill.
She took him down again as deeply as she could, sliding her mouth over his cock, going for his balls. And quickly realized she wasn’t going to make it. It had been a while, and she was out of practice. Besides, he was a little bit too big for that particular game. Since there was nothing sexy about someone gagging on your cock, Helena drew back up his shaft and contented herself with swirling her tongue around him as she worked him with her hand. Sliding him deeper, she flicked her tongue back and forth over the underside of his foreskin, enjoying his rumble of pleasure. Seemed he was enjoying himself. God knew she was, as she fought to concentrate on suckling him despite the waves of blinding delight his tongue painted with every stroke over her clit.
* * *
God, it was hot, feeling Helena’s mouth engulfing him just clumsily enough to reveal she didn’t make a habit of it. Then there was the taste of her, the sight of her. The warm, dark skin so different from Siobhan’s, there was no danger of triggering a flashback. And oh God, that