His mouth teased mine with the faintest of strokes. The snag of his fang on my lower lip sent a thrill down my spine.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, hating myself for it but unable to deny it anymore.
“How?” His husky voice was right next to my ear. “And let it be known, little hybrid, only you could ever command a god…” he taunted, his amusement in every word.
I didn’t like how cocky he’d gotten, so my next words were meant to put him in his place, but I only realized after I’d said them that they’d put me into mine. “I want you to do what you fantasized about doing earlier.”
His smile faded. “You’re privy to my fantasies?”
I couldn’t be smug when the dark and dangerous look he gave me made me worried I’d started a goddamn fire. “Uh…”
“I’m curious, little mate, what did you see?” His hand slid under the hem of the chemise I wore and flashes of me naked under him came through our bond.
I gasped.
His voice had dropped so many octaves it might’ve summoned darkness itself. “Describe it to me so I can do exactly what you saw. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my mate.”
In my head, I saw him between my legs, thrusting his tongue inside me, clawed hands wrapped around my thighs. Fantasy me arched and sunk my hands into his hair, moaning his name in ecstasy.
I didn’t like how hot it made me to see him doing it to me or to wonder what it’d feel like to see and feel it at the same time. It was a total and complete mind fuck. A whole new world to experience and see happen from both points of view. I was having a little trouble wrapping my head around it.
Even under the influence of the Season, my sudden embarrassment broke through, and my skin was flushed before I could stop it.
“Just…stuff,” I mumbled dumbly.
His hand skimmed my leg until he was nearly at my panty line, his palm large enough to eclipse most of my thigh. The brush of his thumb on my sensitive inner skin sent me into afull shocked breath. My spine curved off the bed, and I barely bit back another moan when he gripped my thigh and dragged my legs wider apart.
His voice was next to my ear again, his hair tickling my face and neck. “Was it perhaps when I thought about spearing my tongue into your sweet cunt and having my fill of your taste?” His hoarse whisper tantalized the thought into my head. “Or could it be when I dreamed about sinking my fangs into your breast at the same time as plunging my cock as deep as it can go inside you? Until your little belly is bulging from it?”
Another assault of images flooded my head. His fangs in my breast. My leg hooked over his arm. His enormous, ribbed cock—wait, why the fuck is it ribbed?—lining up with my pussy before penetrating. My stomach swelling with every forward thrust. I saw the me in his fantasy cling to the bedsheets, head arched back, exhaling bliss between heady groans.
My panties were soaking wet when I finally dragged myself out of his fantasy. It was a struggle to take in air or answer. The greedy thing between my legs constricted several times in anticipation of him doing everything I’d seen in my head.
I should hate it. I shouldn’t want him as badly as I did. I needed to remember all the promises I’d made to myself earlier that day and all the people who’d be hurt if I gave in. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t. I’d been doomed the night his rune appeared on my neck.
“Can’t speak? You never struck me as shy, little hybrid,” his baritone taunted me.
A sound left my throat, but it was too late. I’d clung to him and rubbed myself against his hard length covered by thin fabric. “I’m not. Let’s see if you’re as good as your fantasies, you Nether bastard.”
His nostrils flared before the chemise I wore was ripped right off my body. My bra and panties went next. Aram retracted hisclaws after, but his fangs were somehow longer as he snaked down my body and guided my legs over his shoulders.
“Your wings…” I murmured, suddenly realizing they were gone.
His smug grin hovered between my thighs, every word out of his mouth hitting my sensitive opening with hot air. “I’m sure they’ll be out in no time—and then I’ll show you how much fun it can be to fuck a Fae who can fly, little mate.”
I covered my face with an arm, but his chuckle told me my intrigue had made it through our connection. And even if it hadn’t, my shaky legs were sure to send the message. I was vibrating from top to bottom, the Season’s effect on me wreaking havoc again.
The kissing only subdued it for a few minutes. I’d seen how much it took with Jo and Cash. Now I was giving myself over to Aram, the guy meant to be my enemy, and instead of feeling guilty, I only felt excited. Eager.
Relieved.
I wanted this. Fuck, I wanted this huge beast they called a god so damn bad I didn’t care how it happened, only that it did.
The first swipe of his tongue was almost too much sensation. After all my lovers, I didn’t think I could experience anything new. I didn’t think there was any pleasure I hadn’t tapped into. But having my mind stimulated at the same time as my body was insanely erotic.
Flashes of what he did to me, of what he wanted to do, of how he felt as he did it, the pure euphoria consuming him as he sunk his tongue in deep, the length of it snake-like and far from human, was intense and scary. I wasn’t ready for it. I tried to crawl up the bed, but the hands on my thighs kept me from going far.
