Wolves at the Door - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,49
hand down my thigh. As usual for these dreams, I was wearing a short, filmy dress. “Not only can we heal Graham, I think we can make it a very pleasurable experience.”
“Are you sure this is appropriate?” I gasped, as his hand now slid up my thigh and all the way to the very center of my pleasure. I had not been feeling at all in the mood while pondering what my evil cousin did to Graham, but Byron’s hand was so expert that he pried it out of me right then and there.
Graham was watching. At first, he looked a little jealous, but as Byron lifted the dress off me and he saw me kneeling naked in the dark forest with Byron’s hand between my thighs, his resistance faded.
“Byron, are you sure—”
“I am a very experienced incubus and I know exactly what Graham needs right now. The sight of you.”
“And this will…heal him?”
“I healed your ankle when you crashed through the ceiling, didn’t I? I know what I’m doing. You know what I am.”
Byron was no mere low demon. I did know that.
And he certainly had the most potent touch. Two of his fingers caught my clit between them and slowly worked up and down as he lifted one of my breasts and bowed his head over me to flick his tongue over my hard nipple. My hair was spilling over my other breast, not braided or caught back in a tie like it always was in my waking life, and I thought, This must be what the life is a nymph is like. Not bad.
“Helena…good lord…is this healing or torture?” Graham groaned as my juices starting trickling down my thighs. I let out a little moan of need and embarrassment.
“The healing comes after the torture,” Byron said, as the tip of his tail slunk under my thigh and then nudged inside of me, flicking in my inner walls, filling and heating me up with greater urgency.
“Come for him,” Byron ordered me. “You have a lot of work to do.”
I let out little pants, quickly spiraling out of control as Byron’s hand and tail and tongue all flicked in unison on all my sweet spots.
“Ahh…ahh…” I slumped in his arms.
“I do feel better already,” Graham said.
“Suck his cock,” Byron said.
Graham’s cock was definitely ready for some attention, but the rest of Graham wasn’t so sure. “I want it,” he said. “But it might kill me.”
“Go slow,” Byron told me. “It’s going to hurt, but as she gives you energy, I’m going to try and channel it to knit your bones.”
“Have you done this before?” Graham asked.
“I don’t think you want the answer,” Byron said. “All magic is an experiment.”
It was actually turning me on to think about Graham trying desperately not to move and cause himself pain while I did everything possible to give him pleasure and make him twitch and writhe, and that in the end, my sex appeal (such as it was) could mend the damage done by Piers. This was not the life anyone in my family would approve of, outside of my scandalous brother, and that made it hotter. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Graham’s pants and pulled them and his black briefs down enough to set his erection free.
“No damage done here,” I said. “Looks just as mighty as it did the other night.”
“God, I do love it when you compliment my cock.”
“It deserves it.” I gave the tip a slow lick.
Then I took a pause on that to unbutton his shirt. I made sure to tease him a little, brushing my hip across his stiff length. He let out a little hiss of pain when I touched his ribcage. I was very tempted to slide my hands along his pectoral and abdominal muscles and make him scream, but I didn’t actually want to hurt him or anything, so I resisted.
For now.
Instead, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently on the soft skin there before taking him a little deeper and running my tongue down the stiffer length of it. Although, I was deeply aware of the fact that I had only had a few boyfriends in my life, and never for long enough to get very good at this. None of them were this well-endowed either.
I’m not sure it mattered to him. He was already charged up. He let out a pretty horrible groan as I’m sure his whole body was reacting to the sensation, and I hoped