or spied a man of undeniable sexual energy, in the bright of day. She’d drained them of their essence as she used them to sustain herself. For three hundred years, she’d milked more human males of their seed and sexual power than she could remember, drawing orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from their weak, vulnerable bodies, some—those with a particularly powerful sexual force—until their hearts could no longer cope with the exertion and stopped.
She’d been undeniable and inescapable. Likened to Lilith in her ferocity. And here she was, the most successful succubus since the first, more aroused than ever before and at the mercy of a nameless master vampire.
Her raw whimper slipped from her lips before she could stop it. By the Powers, she never wanted this to end.
As if feeling her very desire, the vampire raked his hands over her butt, squeezing each cheek as he inched his fingers closer to her dripping sex. He thrust his tongue in and out, sucked on her folds and then painted them with her cream. Wetting her completely. The pit of her belly contracted and she squirmed again, her clit a molten tip of heightened sensitivity. With just one more touch of his tongue on its swollen form, she would come. Even if she wanted to stop, she couldn’t.
But you don’t want to stop.
The words floated through her head, a low murmur she couldn’t identify. Her thoughts? His? Or someone else’s?
Does it matter?
Before she could contemplate the answer, the vampire jerked her hips higher and stabbed his tongue into the tight opening of her ass.
“Fuck!”
Inari bucked, her orgasm ripping through her, torn from her by the demon’s assault. She’d never, never been penetrated there. Not by finger, tongue or cock.
Liquid electricity claimed her, radiating through her body from her invaded ass. She cried out, her knuckles popping as she tightened her fists in his hair, holding his mouth to its most exquisite placement. Her breath burst from her in shallow gasps, her toes curled in her boots. By the Powers, what was he doing to her?
Exactly what he wants.
Which is exactly what you want him to do.
The dark thought detonated another rupture of hot pleasure in her sex. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, biting back the wild cry threatening to escape her. The reality of the situation overwhelmed her. This was no dream. This was no fantasy. This was happening. Now. Right here in a freaking Kings Cross strip-club while a fae ménage show took place on the freaking stage. The vampire of her dreams was fucking her ass with his mouth, and she never wanted him to stop.
“Then I won’t.”
The statement—low and smug and arrogant—whispered through her mind. She gasped, every muscle in her body stiffening. He was in her head. A demon was in her head. The very thing she hunted—
“Is going to fuck you until you can’t move or cry out.”
His deep growl snapped her eyes wide. She stared down her body, straight into eyes the color of midnight sin. “Who…”
He smiled, fangs glinting. “You may call me master.”
The command stabbed into her chest. She hissed, the sleeping Principatus force buried deep within her soul surging to the surface. She whipped her legs up and wrapped them around his smoothly muscled neck, trapping the bloodsucker in the junction of her thighs. “I call no demon filth master,” she snarled.
With terrifying speed and strength, the vampire curled his fingers around her ankles and yanked her legs apart, the sound of her jeans ripping in two almost as loud as his hiss of pleasure. He shoved her back, his hips smashing to hers, his weight pinning her to the bench. “You will call me master,” he whispered, his face so close to hers his cool flesh chilled her. Staring into her eyes, he grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms above her head. “And I plan on being very, very filthy with you.”
Inari bucked, cold fear and hot fury flooding her very center. Her heart stilled even as her sex
She’d been undeniable and inescapable. Likened to Lilith in her ferocity. And here she was, the most successful succubus since the first, more aroused than ever before and at the mercy of a nameless master vampire.
Her raw whimper slipped from her lips before she could stop it. By the Powers, she never wanted this to end.
As if feeling her very desire, the vampire raked his hands over her butt, squeezing each cheek as he inched his fingers closer to her dripping sex. He thrust his tongue in and out, sucked on her folds and then painted them with her cream. Wetting her completely. The pit of her belly contracted and she squirmed again, her clit a molten tip of heightened sensitivity. With just one more touch of his tongue on its swollen form, she would come. Even if she wanted to stop, she couldn’t.
But you don’t want to stop.
The words floated through her head, a low murmur she couldn’t identify. Her thoughts? His? Or someone else’s?
Does it matter?
Before she could contemplate the answer, the vampire jerked her hips higher and stabbed his tongue into the tight opening of her ass.
“Fuck!”
Inari bucked, her orgasm ripping through her, torn from her by the demon’s assault. She’d never, never been penetrated there. Not by finger, tongue or cock.
Liquid electricity claimed her, radiating through her body from her invaded ass. She cried out, her knuckles popping as she tightened her fists in his hair, holding his mouth to its most exquisite placement. Her breath burst from her in shallow gasps, her toes curled in her boots. By the Powers, what was he doing to her?
Exactly what he wants.
Which is exactly what you want him to do.
The dark thought detonated another rupture of hot pleasure in her sex. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, biting back the wild cry threatening to escape her. The reality of the situation overwhelmed her. This was no dream. This was no fantasy. This was happening. Now. Right here in a freaking Kings Cross strip-club while a fae ménage show took place on the freaking stage. The vampire of her dreams was fucking her ass with his mouth, and she never wanted him to stop.
“Then I won’t.”
The statement—low and smug and arrogant—whispered through her mind. She gasped, every muscle in her body stiffening. He was in her head. A demon was in her head. The very thing she hunted—
“Is going to fuck you until you can’t move or cry out.”
His deep growl snapped her eyes wide. She stared down her body, straight into eyes the color of midnight sin. “Who…”
He smiled, fangs glinting. “You may call me master.”
The command stabbed into her chest. She hissed, the sleeping Principatus force buried deep within her soul surging to the surface. She whipped her legs up and wrapped them around his smoothly muscled neck, trapping the bloodsucker in the junction of her thighs. “I call no demon filth master,” she snarled.
With terrifying speed and strength, the vampire curled his fingers around her ankles and yanked her legs apart, the sound of her jeans ripping in two almost as loud as his hiss of pleasure. He shoved her back, his hips smashing to hers, his weight pinning her to the bench. “You will call me master,” he whispered, his face so close to hers his cool flesh chilled her. Staring into her eyes, he grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms above her head. “And I plan on being very, very filthy with you.”
Inari bucked, cold fear and hot fury flooding her very center. Her heart stilled even as her sex
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