Chapter Seven
Distantly, Lily was aware of the voice of the Other. It wasn’t her mother, wasn’t a presence she had felt before. But as Jonah’s hands raced over her, she felt the presence of some demonic being passing over him, trying to come between them. She let a whisper of power escape from her, forcing its way between them and the Other.
Just a little, not enough to alert her mother or any other creature, just enough mask them.
How very odd, though. Something wanted them apart. She’d puzzle through that later.
Later…when she could think, because she certainly couldn’t manage it now, not as he ran his hands over her body. Desperate hunger glowed in his eyes and she wondered where that had come from.
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Alila hissed as the mortal man ignored her whispering. Her mother’s orders to seek out the mortal that had been searching for the secrets behind the mark of Lilith, the Hyari, had led her here. The man alone was formidable. Just piercing his thoughts had taken every bit of strength she had. Not the strongest of her sisters, she had been sent to evaluate, not battle.
Which was absolutely perfect for Alila. She could never handle a man so strong in willpower. Her mother could, many of her sisters could. But not Alila.
If it wasn’t for the dark-haired woman, Alila would have retreated and reported back to her sisters and her mother.
But something about the woman bothered her. Her face was oddly familiar, but not. Looking at her caused a shiver of foreboding to streak through Alila.
Whoever she was, this woman must not join with the mortal man.
Together, their strengths would be immeasurable.
Worse, as she tried yet again to whisper doubts into his mind, the other woman felt her presence. With barely a flexing of her power, the woman shoved Alila away and blocked her presence.
With a shriek of frustration, the lilum flew away.
She’d done as Mother asked—she’d found the mortal searching for the secrets of the Hyari. Now she’d find herself a mortal, ride him until his body could take no more pleasure, rest, then make her report.
Later, perhaps, she might come back to investigate this mortal man and woman.
Sansan turned a blind eye to what transpired below, smiling to himself as he saw the lilum flee with rage as she couldn’t come between Jonah and Lily.
No, indeed. It would take a great deal to come between them—they were so very strong, and together, they just might be enough to save the boy.
***
Lily felt the retreat of the demon, but only distantly. Her head was spinning, her lips all but buzzing from the wonder of Jonah’s kiss as he swept her into his arms, his eyes intent on her face as he carried her out of the foyer, down the hall to a Spartan bedroom.
Am I really doing this?
It was—bliss. A man doing the taking, instead of her sliding into his room in the quiet of the night, sneaking under his guard and using the magic of the lilum to seduce him.
The lilum were succubi. Any succubus worth her wings could make a man want her—but rarely was a succubus the one being seduced and taken. Oh, it was sweet. Even sweeter still when he swept her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest as though she was some priceless treasure.
He stared at her face as he carried her to his bedroom, stared at her as though he’d memorize everything about her. As though he craved simply the sight of her.
As he laid her down on the bed, he continued to watch her, his eyes hungry, intense and focused. His hands cupped her face, lifting her chin as he covered her mouth with his. One hand left her face and Lily shuddered as he cupped her breast, massaging the nipple, milking the distended peak until it ached and throbbed.
He pulled up, straddling her hips with his knees as he gripped the bottom of her T-shirt, pulling it up and off. As the cool air struck her breasts, Lily shivered. The heat of his hands was a sharp contrast to the cool air of the room and Lily whimpered, arching into his hands, her eyes nearly crossing with pleasure as he bent over her and took one swollen nipple deep inside his mouth, drawing hard.
His weight trapped her hips and she shifted, squirming hungrily, aching to feel him against her, to find some relief from the throbbing in her loins. She was starving, dying… The breath escaped her body in a rush as he stretched out over her, crushing her into the bed, arching his hips and driving his cotton-covered cock against the cleft between her thighs.
Oh, heaven and hell… Wrapping her arms around his neck, Lily rocked hungrily against that thick ridge, mindless of anything beyond satisfying the need that burned in her belly.
This was too much, too intense. Even the demon urges of the succubus hadn’t been this driving, this frantic. Always just a man, any man, would do, and all she wanted was to ride him until the ache was gone. But now…she wanted Jonah, all of him, wanted to feel his body covering hers and driving her into the mattress as he fucked her, wanted to push him onto his back and take his sex into her mouth, feel the pulse of life within him. All, more, everything… she thought mindlessly.
She grabbed at his shirt, tearing at it, hearing a surprised chuckle from him as he pulled away, staring at the scraps of cloth in her hands. Lily felt the blush burning her cheeks and cursed herself. She had shredded his sturdy cotton sweatshirt as though it was paper.
He grinned at her, a wild, wicked curve of his lips as his hands went to the center clasp of her bra and jerked, snapping it, the fragile silk tearing under his hands. Her breasts fell free and the cool air stung her nipples as he lifted her hips, jerking her jeans down her hips, tearing at her shoes.
Lily whimpered, reaching for him as he finished stripping her naked. He dealt with his own clothes just as quickly. As he came back over her, she reached down, closing her hand around the throbbing length of his cock, her eyes flying wide, a grin lighting her face as he jerked in her hands.
“Damn it, Lily,” he gasped out, catching her wrist and pulling her hand away. Pinning her hands down, he used his knee to spread her thighs, wedging his hips against the cradle of her thighs and rocking against the slick flesh of her sex.
With a cry, she arched up against him, seeking more of that contact. As the head of his cock stroked over her clit, she screamed out his name, climaxing with a sob. She dug her nails into his arms, bringing her legs up and locking her ankles around his hips as she worked herself against him.
Jonah swore as she convulsed in his arms, just from the touch of his flesh against the hard little knot of her clit. He pushed against her, the soft flesh giving under the relentless push of his hips. Her body yielded and he slid inside, the head of his cock breaching her entrance. The lips of her sex stretched tight around the width of his cock, hot, silken, sweeter than anything he had felt in his life.
Against his chest, her nipples stabbed into him. The tight little buds were hot, deep pink—his mouth watered. Dipping his head, he caught one in his mouth, biting down lightly with his teeth, scoring that turgid flesh then soothing the tiny sting marks with his tongue.
Cupping his hand over her hip, he stilled the hungry motions of her hips and started to pump into her with slow, steady strokes, his eyes on her flushed face. Tight and wet, the slick muscles in her sheath gripped his cock, squeezing, milking his flesh until he was certain he’d lose his mind.
“Look at me,” he whispered when her lashes started to flutter down, hiding that dark, amazing beauty of her eyes. “Let me see you.”
Her lashes lifted, the midnight-blue irises of her eyes foggy with need. Her tongue slid out, wetting her lips. “Jonah,” she gasped. Her body arched against his, the hot, wet tissues clutching around his cock as he pulled out and surged back in.
Her head fell back and he pressed a line of biting, suckling little kisses from her breast up her neck to her mouth, taking her lips, starving for her. She sobbed into his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair. Jonah growled against her mouth. Her nails bit into his scalp as she started to come.
The hot, snug glove of her sheath tightened convulsively around him, the milking sensations driving him near insane. Pumping into her with harsh, short digs of his hips, he rushed to meet her as she came, flooding her depths, his climax tearing from him in hot, pulsating waves.
She drained him and left him feeling more complete than Jonah had ever in his life, in either of them. The muscles in his arms unlocked and he collapsed against her, rolling over to his side and bringing her with him, cuddling her against his body.
The sweat on his body was starting to cool when his breathing finally calmed. “This is going to sound very trite, but I’ve never felt anything like that in my life,” he whispered into the dense black wealth of her curls.
Against his chest, he felt her smile, and he thought he could all but feel the pleasure radiating from her.
“Me, either,” she murmured, snuggling against him.
A chill wracked her body and he eyed the blanket tossed over the foot of the bed. Reaching out his hand, he extended his focus for just a second, and had to concentrate to do just that. With a shaky laugh, he narrowed his eyes and pushed a little, his focus wavering. But the blanket rose, drifting to his hand almost lazily.
Catching the edge of it, he pulled it up over them and closed his eyes.
Snuggled against his chest, Lily couldn’t stop smiling. The silly, goofy grin that lit her face was unlike any smile she’d ever worn in her life. For the first time in her life, her very long life, she had made love with a man. She hadn’t fucked, or taken, or seduced and devoured…hadn’t ridden him until he collapsed, his body quivering from the raw hunger a succubus created within a man.
No, she had made love…and it was so sweet.
Against her cheek, she could feel the steady beating of his heart. Listening to it, she let it lull her into sleep.