Vanessa was frustrated. She’d never been turned on before, not like this.
“Patience Vanessa. I promise I’ll take care of you once they leave.”
“Please, Quin,” she whined.
“Blake and Jessica, that will be all. Thank you both.”
Quin continued his slow assault on Vanessa’s senses, waiting for their guests to exit.
Once the door clicked, he slid a hand inside her yoga pants and pulled her panties to the side.
“Yes?” he asked permission, something he’d never had to do in this room.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pressed his lips shut, trying not to smile again. He hadn’t been this entertained in centuries.
Quin stroked up her folds, feeling her cream spread under his touch. He couldn’t wait to taste it. First, she would come for him.
The hand on her breast tightened, using more pressure than before. He sucked and licked behind her ear, up and down the skin on her neck.
He nudged his middle finger between her pussy lips. Not enough to breach her opening, just enough to make her want more.
Quin used his palm to apply pressure to her clit. He rotated in circles as his finger tenderly played with her center.
Vanessa’s body was quivering. The swirling vortex inside her was about to release. Though she’d never felt an orgasm before, she knew it couldn’t be anything else.
“I—I think I’m close,” she huffed, struggling to keep her breath.
“Let go, Vanessa,” his compulsion urged, as it slithered across her skin, leaving a blazing trail in its wake.
Quin bit her neck and she exploded into a thousand pieces, coming apart in his hands. He pushed his long finger deeper, penetrating her heat, reveling in the feel as she pulsed around it.
Vanessa screamed, losing control of her entire person. She knew his hand was deeper than any had ever been before. He could do anything to her right now and she wouldn’t be able to stop it. And she didn’t care.
Quin withdrew his finger, careful not to be too abrupt. He hugged her around her waist, listening to her blood slow.
“Holy shit,” she exhaled. “No wonder immortals fuck like rabbits. I had no idea.”
His chest shook again, but this time it didn’t piss her off. She felt amazing. Plus, she sort of liked making him laugh.
Vanessa raised her arms, reaching behind her head so she could get her fingers into his hair. She lightly scratched his scalp.
Quin closed his eyes and exhaled into Vanessa’s hair. She was tending to him, when she was the one who needed aftercare.
Some of his body’s tautness lessened as he basked in her attentions. No female had rubbed his head since he was a child.
“Vanessa?”
“Yeah?”
“How old are you?”
“I just turned twenty-six.”
Her answer made his heart hurt. She’d been unable to fulfill her needs for a year, having hit full immortality at the age of 25. Succubi could live on food alone until then.
Vanessa had been going hungry for far too long. If she hadn’t been having sex, she must have fed on semen orally. Semen was the best source of vitality for a female succubus.
“I would like to feed you. If you’ll allow it.”
Vanessa dropped her arms and twisted so she could see him.
“How?” she asked.
“However you prefer. Take from me what you want.”
Gods. She thought he was too good to be true.
“I feel like we’re doing this all backwards. Aren’t you supposed to be taking what you want from me?”
He cupped her cheek and brought her lips to meet his, languidly kissing, exploring the cavern of her mouth. He controlled. He took. He possessed.
And when he pulled away, she whimpered, feeling like she’d lost something precious and necessary. She wanted it back.
Wetting her lips, Vanessa slowly opened her eyes.
“Wow,” she sighed. His kiss was a drug.
Quin smirked, and another chunk of ice fell away.
“There. I took what I wanted. Your turn.”
Vanessa slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs. Biting her lip, she commenced with unbuttoning his shirt.
She took her time, pretending she was unwrapping a present. Quin helped her out by undoing his cuffs.
Her nose crinkled when she found more material underneath. He was wearing a ribbed tank under the dress shirt.
“Something wrong, Vanessa?”
“I wanted to see your muscles.”
Quin grabbed the thin garment and ripped it open. Vanessa’s mouth formed an ‘o’, her eyes raking over his enormous pecs currently supported by a well-defined six-pack.
Most immortals were built well. This immortal was a fucking tank. Her shaky hand reached out and traced the line down the center of his abdomen.
“Damn, Quin. You’re big. Even for an immortal.”
“Does that bother you?” he inquired, worried she was intimidated.
She met his gaze, flashing a grin and shaking her head.
“No. Not at all. In fact, I think it means I’m the luckiest female here tonight.”
“Ah, Vanessa. You’re …” he paused, running a strand of her red hair between his fingers, regretting he’d allowed the actions of another to dictate his choices.
“I’m what?”
“Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
Her skin flushed. No one in her life had ever complemented her. Her family constantly put her down. They’d convinced her she was broken. Defective.
She’d been told she didn’t act like the succubi, who were graceful and sensual. Vanessa was clumsy and awkward, constantly getting into trouble with her blunt honesty.
Succubi used their feminine wiles to lure men to their beds. Vanessa, until tonight, had no interest in men.
No other succubi in existence had shied away from intercourse. She was the first—and she’d been ostracized for it.
Now, here was this male, who barely knew a thing about her, who had paid to have her, making sure she was getting what she needed, that she could feed in a manner with which she was comfortable—all in an effort to make this easier on her.
If she continued to make eye contact, she would cry. So, of course, she focused on getting his pants undone instead.