Succubus Unchained - Heather Long Page 0,40

her pursuit of pleasure, and the sense of her feeding began to tug at him, honing his desire to a fine point. Wanting her was not a problem.

Her body stiffened, and she clamped down on his cock as the first orgasm ripped through her, so he paused his motions, gritting his teeth against the flutters of her inner muscles stroking him. He let the pleasure wash through her, and when her eyes opened to look up at him, he pressed his thumb against her clit. Two simple strokes, and she let out another scream as she came again.

Dampness flooded her thighs, but he kept her in place, mercilessly impaled on his cock as he teased a third orgasm from her, and when she hit her forth and clawed at the covers, he began to stroke into her again, giving in to his own need to have her.

His whole body leaned in to hers as he drove into her over and over, and then his knot threatened, and he spread her legs so he could surge down to claim her mouth and swallow her scream as he pushed over the edge. His knot swelled, his dick felt like it would burst, and then he came in a rush of pleasure and pain.

She kissed along his jaw, mouthing damp, hot presses as she locked her legs behind his hips as they both shook. Then her teeth scraped against his throat, and he closed his eyes and tilted his head. She sank them in without further invitation, and need flashed through him again, his balls dragging up as he stayed seated deep in her.

He swore he came again as she began to drink from him, and she ran her hands up and down his back as though alternating between clawing at him and stroking him. They clung together, suspended as she fed and he settled, satisfaction unfurling in him.

Fiona was safe and sated. His mission accomplished. Even if he had to leave her to her travels again, she would last another few weeks before she would need one of them. Had she discovered that yet? What had she learned in their time apart?

Though he found himself longing to ask her, he kept his questions to himself. She released his throat and leaned back, boneless in his arms as he rolled over so she could sprawl atop him. They would be connected for some time yet. They lay in near replete silence. His hair was tacky from the sea, and hers mussed, but he wouldn’t budge for anything unless she asked.

When she finally lifted her head to look at him, she did the unexpected—she offered her wrist. At his quirked eyebrow, she gave a facsimile of a careless shrug. “I fed, don’t you need to?”

Need? No.

Want desperately? Yes.

His hips pushed up of their own accord, and the motion rocked his knot inside of her, leaving them both hissing at the over-sensitized connection.

She licked her lips. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” he promised her, and stroked his hand down her back to her ass. Her curves were a delight for him to pet and fondle, though right now, he was more focused on her eyes. The pupils were so blown, he could barely make out the rich green of their irises. He had missed those eyes. Missed the faint pout to her lips. The quickfire nature of her temper, and the biting wit in her cutting tongue.

He’d missed her.

“Then feed… I don’t know what the term would be for you, since you call me little sváss.”

“What do you call me in your head?” Curiosity had always been his downfall.

“Asshole,” she admitted, then grinned as if to rob the word of its power. “Though he-who-doesn’t-deserve-to-be-called-by-his-name usurped that title.”

Alfred could have it. Rogue chuckled, then caught her hand to press a kiss to her palm. “So what is my new title?”

Nose wrinkled, she said, “I don’t really have one. I thought of you as a Viking, and now I know you’re a frost elf and apparently a bear.”

His smile was his own as he bit down on the heel of hand, not enough to break the skin, but definitely enough for her to feel the pressure of the contact. The fact that she didn’t pull away pleased him. “You never asked me.”

With a roll of her eyes, she squirmed a little, but every motion sent pleasure ratcheting through both of them as his knot stretched her. “I don’t think we were really having a lot of