Knowing exactly what I needed, he swiped me from front to back and pulled away to taste me, a move that was so sexy I almost came from it. “All wet for me?”
“Yes,” I panted, struggling for breath when his finger swiped my clit, and I bucked. “Are you sure there’s no one inside?” I stretched out my hearing but didn’t detect anyone.
The hand on my breast moved to clasp my jaw, angling my head back to accept his kiss. Dark. Dominant. Hungry. I ground against him, and he groaned into my mouth. “There’s no one to catch you with my finger in your pussy.”
Damn my men and their dirty mouths. My scorching arousal went up a hundred degrees, and sweat trickled down my neck.
“You were good for Christmas, weren’t you, Sorceress?”
“Yes.” My breathing sped up and I chased after it to keep up.
He kissed me deeper and harder this time, our tongues swirling over each other, his cock grinding into my back. “You need more to get you off?”
“Yes!” I cried out, arching my back, seeking more friction from his single digit. Fuck, that word seemed like the only one I could get out.
Castor plunged a finger into my wet heat, continuing to stroke my clit into a frenzy. “Yes, who?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I loved it when he surprised me in the kitchen… which was often since he always cooked, and I loved to help him. Not because of this—well, this certainly contributed—but because it was our time together.
“Good girl.” His dark croon had me teetering on the edge, and I rocked against his finger for more.
“Don’t stop.” I squirmed in his grasp, wanting to face him but trapped in his strong clasp.
He circled my clit, giving me what I wanted but not enough, dragging out my pleasure just the way he liked it. “Fuck the party, Sorceress. Let’s take this to your room.”
I wanted that very much, but we had guests and Mia waded in the pool. Slade would come in here any minute to tell us to get more food on the table.
Castor groaned with disapproval when I didn’t reply.
Speaking of Slade, he must have smelled my arousal or heard our conversation, because he turned to stare us down through the kitchen window. Castor shut him out with a magick cloud surrounding us.
“Are you gonna come for your Daddy? Soak my finger with your release and give me a taste of your sweet nectar?” His commanding drone tipped me over and I cried out, sagging limp in his arms. He kissed my forehead, holding me upright. “That’s my good Sorceress.”
He was painfully hard, and his need stretched across the bond.
Knowing what awaited me at the stroke of midnight, I already took my contraceptive herbs for the day. I turned, ready to give him what he needed. With a little boost, I raised myself onto the counter, spreading my legs, lifting my dress, my hand descending under my soaked panties.
“Is this what you need, Daddy?” I asked, flipping it on him.
He growled at me and fisted my hair. “Don’t play with me, Sorceress.”
Daddy liked one hundred percent control, but that didn’t stop me from trying to take some occasionally. Like the time he was exhausted from his reckoning, and I led the proceedings to give him a relaxing bath, massage, and chose his clothes. For his resistance, I punished him right back, making him wear sweatpants, socks, and sandals. Good look. Not!
I ran a finger down the center of my slick heat. “Do you deserve this pussy?”
Castor unbuttoned his jeans. Fucking jeans in this heat. At least he wore a light linen shirt. “Sorceress, I’m warning you—”
Triumph swelled inside of me of taking control. I pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “Take that tone with me, and I’ll dress you again.”
His brows crashed down, and he growled again. Then his eyes lightened with mirth, and he chuckled darkly. “I copped so much shit from the men.”
“Boo hoo, Daddy.” I stroked his face from jaw to chin. “I’ll give you what you want if you’ll be good.” I moaned and stroked my sensitive clit, wriggling on the bench.
“Fuck, I love you.” He freed his cock and it bounced against his stomach.
“Claim this pussy, Daddy.” I pried back the edge of my underwear to display my pink prize. “Conquer me. Make me yours.”
He accepted the invite, surging into me, making me jolt across the counter. His hands caught me, dragging me back as he sawed out, plunging back in. We both groaned a little too loudly, then lowered our noises. The magick shrouded us from ears and eyes but still it paid to be quiet with a kid in the house at night.
