Succubus Unchained - Heather Long Page 0,38
loyalty first to Alfred, then to Maddox, and finally, Fin. He’d looked after them, protected them, and when the need demanded it, he’d delivered the required discipline to knock them out of their own bad moods.
He’d done it all.
Helping Fiona flee? It hadn’t been anything more than showing her the same loyalty he’d so freely given the others, whether she understood or not. Standing there, on the tiny little island he’d claimed centuries earlier in front of the cozy little house where he allowed himself to pretend the intervening years and his own turning hadn’t happened, he sank into her kiss, desperate for the taste of her.
The heat of her lips on his burned through the chill around his heart and rattled all the supposed ice running in his veins. Frost elves were not cold-natured, they were just more comfortable in the snowier and icier regions.
Correction—Rogue was more comfortable. There were no others that he’d been able to locate. War, famine, disease, and time had wasted them away, cutting their numbers through attrition. Some of the bloodlines mingled into the other races until they were all but diluted.
In Fiona’s kiss, however, he found home again, the brand settling on his soul. Make no mistake, it was a claiming. She’d demanded the kiss, and he’d given it. The last few weeks of separation had been uncomfortable at best, but Fiona needed to find her feet. She needed to choose them for herself, not because they trapped her or compelled her.
Certainly not because Alfred would chain her to his will until she stopped fighting him, and that would make them both miserable. His fury over Rogue’s perceived betrayal had led to more than one icy confrontation. Rogue didn’t let it bother him, especially not with her tongue dueling his as she fisted her hands into his damp hair.
The salt on her lips only added to the sweet spice of her taste. Letting her go had been a challenge, but it had nothing on staying away from her. Fin had been circumspect in his contact, saying only that he was tracking her. Maddox, however, had been in a rage from the moment he discovered she’d left until about ten days earlier, when he’d simply shut both Rogue and Alfred out.
The dragon had pined and grown morose.
Another reason Rogue had come to check on Fiona. Maddox needed to know she was all right. Fiona’s groan vibrated against his mouth as he deepened the kiss. Plastered to him, the heat from her body infused his, and his cock stiffened past painful. Need stormed through him as he cupped her jaw, then tilted her head back further so he could deepen the kiss.
The breeze teased cooling eddies across his skin, barely noticeable when compared to the stiff peaks of her nipples pressed to his chest or the heat of her pussy teasing the base of his cock. The slide of her leg up his hip had him dropping his hands down to catch her thighs. Hoisting her up easily, she let out another groan, one he answered as she wiggled a hand between them to grip his cock.
Pleasure raked fierce claws through him as she stroked his tip against her wet labia, and he bit down on her lower lip. Eyes open, he met the radiant green-eyed gaze with her blown pupils and mouth swollen from kissing. Want was an angry beast inside of him, snapping all civilized veneers away. He’d never wanted anyone the way he longed for Fiona. Equal to that desire, however, was the need to see her free.
One of her hands was still fisted in his hair, while the other stroked him from tip to base, then up again. Each squeeze had him hissing as need pounded in his balls. He longed to taste her, to bend her over and fuck her until she shook from the orgasms rattling her system, until he’d fed every part of her nature then spent himself inside of her, only to harden and take her again.
Face flushed, Fiona let out little sharp pants as she licked her lips. “I’m hungry, Rogue.”
“Then feed, little sváss,” he offered, stroking his thumbs against her skin as he strode forward. As long as he had the power to move, he would get her somewhere more secure. She tended to blow out his synapses. The day in his bedroom when she’d fed on his lust for her, it had only forced him to shed what restraints he’d managed to put into