Succubus Unchained - Heather Long Page 0,39

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He hadn’t been gentle, but one thing he’d learned about Fiona was that she didn’t necessarily want gentle. Inside, the air was a bit musty, but he ignored it as he strode through the simple room to the stairs and up to the bedroom. The bed there was nothing like the oversized one at the keep, but it would do for this. With each step he took, she kept stroking him, until every drop of heated blood seemed to surge into his cock and he threatened to swell past the pain he was already in.

But fuck if he didn’t want this pain.

Her tongue skated over her teeth a split second before she leaned in to kiss him. Whisper soft and gentle, she nuzzled at his lips, and the near blinding desire bubbling in his system cooled a fraction and cleared the cloud from his thoughts.

If he were absolutely honest, fucking her had been in the top three items on his list for why he wanted to find her. Not the very top of the list, but definitely in the top three. The ache of loneliness he’d lived with since the last of his kind passed eased when she was there, and he refused to examine that too closely.

Fin lived for the tale of her being their very much fated mate, foretold in a vision and through prophecy. Maddox had been so gone on her, he’d demanded she claim him and he’d forever chained himself to her. Rogue found himself jealous of that connection. His other half had wanted to claim her that first night. From the moment he’d knotted within her, it had been a foregone conclusion.

Yet, it was another complication they didn’t need.

He didn’t have to claim her to feed her.

“Feed, little sváss,” he encouraged her as he held her poised over his cock, but made no move to take her. His lust was a potent force. If she wanted the rest of him, all she had to do was take him. Head tipped back, she stared at the ceiling and groaned.

“This can’t change anything, Rogue.” The strain in the words pulled a reluctant smile to his lips. “I left for a reason.”

He knew, but he said nothing. She fisted his cock tighter, and he gritted his teeth against the urge to thrust into her hand.

“You want to shackle me again…”

Anger flashed through him, and he glared at her. “I will never shackle you.”

Head snapping down, she met his glare with one of her own. “You already tried.”

“I didn’t,” he disagreed. Then, banding one arm beneath her ass to keep her in position, he lifted a hand to clasp her throat so she wouldn’t turn away. “If I did, I opened them and threw away the key when I took you away from the keep. I have not tracked you, nor have I looked at your expenses.”

Eyes narrowed, she focused on him. “Then how did you find me?”

He shrugged. “You won’t like the answer.”

“Then tell me anyway.”

“You went home,” he murmured. “It was why Fin waited for you in Texas.” Despite the druid’s protests, that was exactly where he’d been. “You went to your friend Elias.”

Her teeth flashed at him in a mockery of a smile.

“And the vampires want you out of their city…”

“David.”

He nodded once. “And Elias’ pack owns that club. It wasn’t that hard to find. All you have to know is you.”

“Fuck.”

“If you wish,” he said with a slow smile, very aware that wasn’t what she meant. “I’m quite ready to fuck you until you come on my cock a few times.”

The bald language had once been anathema to him. He’d spent far too much time with Maddox and Fin. Silver-tongued or not, Fin could be as bawdy as a tavern wench on the prowl for her evening silver.

A throaty chuckle escaped her, and then she kissed him again, even as she ground her hips downward, and with one thrust, seated him deep inside her heat. It was all the permission Rogue required as he dropped her to the bed and pulled her legs up until they were over his shoulders. Her back arched, the action giving her breasts ample display. Gaze riveted on her eyes as she stared up at him, he gripped her hips and began to thrust.

There was no gentleness in his pace. He filled her sweet heat in relentless fashion, shifting his angle until she began to let out little cries with every strike. There she was. His Fiona was fierce in