Genesis Queen (The Road to Hell Series) (16 page)

Nix knew exactly what it meant to be the fallen angel’s play-toy. To his regret, he’d enjoyed the King’s bed. “I won’t object if you want to be my play-toy.”

Mads pressed her breasts against his chest and scraped her nail across his jaw. “Maybe you could be mine?”

“Baby, play away. I will object to nothing you want to do to me.” He cupped the back of her neck. “Allow me to make love to you with the curtains open so Micah can watch.”

“Why?”

“To establish to your husband”—
and prove to you
—“that you’re now mine…and I’m yours.”

“You are mine, Nix.” She pulled his head back by his hair. His dick jerked in his jeans at her aggression. She licked a line from the base of his neck to his earlobe. “
Mine
, Nix Birmingham. Unlike you, I don’t share.
Ever
.”

He yanked her forward and slammed his mouth on hers. Their tongues connected and his body ignited. No one had ever made him this crazy this fast. Goddamn, he loved kissing her. Loved petting her. Loved sinking into her moist heat.

With that in mind, he dragged his hands down her silk-clad figure, and she sighed into his mouth. His palms clamped on her hips, and he wrenched her pelvis snug against his crotch. Her breath hitched, and he broke free of her mouth. Leaning his head back against the sofa, he watched her as he shifted his touch. Fingertips traipsed to the inside of her thigh. She bit her lip as he cupped her pussy.

“Panties.” Surprised, he elevated his eyebrows. He’d expected to discover her naked beneath. These undies felt like lace, not silk. Would her pussy peek through the flimsy framework? God, the very idea had him breaking out in a sweat.

“I was thinking of you when I bought them.”

Dressed herself as a gift for him to unwrap. Fuck, she’d be the death of him.

Curiosity spiked…. “When did you buy them, baby?”

“A month ago.”

Nix grinned. That confession inflated his ego, and he wanted to hug her. While he’d partied in Hell like a pureblood demon, she’d bought panties with him in mind. He leaned forward to lick a nipple through the fabric. “Let me see them.”

Mads wiggled off his lap to stand between his legs. Sliding forward, he kissed her belly through the nightgown and pushed the silk upward to take a gander at her underwear. “
Jesus Christ
.”

Red thong. It shrieked, “Fuck me now. Hard.”

His cock felt obliged to honor the request.

Two gem-encrusted hearts held the strings over her hips. As he’d suspected, her blonde curls peeked from beneath the heart-design lace. Capturing her hips, he turned her and held his breath.

Another heart fed a thread down into the crack of her ass. He traversed the path of that string with a finger and heard her breath catch as the digit trailed through her intimate crevice. He kissed one butt cheek and nipped the other, before turning her again.

“Y—you like them?”

His gaze flashed to hers. Her uncertainty surprised him. “No.” He circled her clitoris with a fingertip through the sexy fabric. “I love them.”

He bent forward and licked where his finger had been. As she palmed his head, she stiffened.

“What?” he asked, looking up at her.

Mads shook her head. “I don’t wish to ruin the moment.”

Whatever it was had already spoiled the moment for her. “Mads….”

“Micah spoke in my head.” Nix’s teeth snapped together. She either didn’t notice or chose to ignore his response. “Told me to remain faithful and back away from you.”

If the King wasn’t tied to Mads’s life, he’d seek a way to kill him. Permanently. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then push him out of your head, Mads, like you did in Hell.” Impatient to have the panties gone and his head between her thighs, he licked the lace again. “Permit him to watch.”

With her force-field blocking the fallen’s entry into the house, he’d be unable to stop their lovemaking.

“He’ll be envious of you.”

More like resentful
. “It’ll do him some good to be humbled.”
The fucking truth
.

A tug on his hair pulled his head back to meet her gaze. “Nix…shock him with our behavior. Do things to me I’ve never consented to let him perform.”

So naïve. It wouldn’t take much to shock Mads, but the King of Hell would be difficult to stun. Making love to her—giving her orgasms—would be more than she’d allowed Micah. That would suffice in Nix’s book.

Chapter Sixteen

Nix stood abruptly, crowding her personal space. The intensity of his gaze held Madison rooted to the floor. She bit back a groan when she took a breath and her nipples scrubbed against his chest.

“Baby, you’ll be shocked long before Micah will.” His voice had altered. Reminded her of the gruff tone when he’d been inside her last night.

Must be his sex voice.

Ditch your clothes and ditch his. Immediately
!
Then get this man inside us
. Madison ignored Lynx’s suggestion. “Then shock me, Nix.”

A slow, wicked grin exposed his dimples. Knuckles scraped along her jaw. “Allow me to tie you down?”

Madison’s lips parted and her breathing stuttered.

“Shocked ya.” His eyes twinkled.

She exhaled. He’d been joking.

His arm curled around her shoulders, drawing her tight against his body. Her fingers bunched his shirt into her fists. The thumb of his other hand trailed across her bottom lip. “It was a serious request, Mads.”

Serious? About tying her down? To the bed? Excitement and nervousness slammed through her. “How would you restrain me?” She licked her lips. “What would you do to me while you had me tied down?”

“It’s more enjoyable to be unprepared for what’s to come.”

“There’s fun in not knowing?”

He chuckled. “Hell. Yes.” He kissed her, hands digging in her hair and holding her motionless. The type of kiss that said he planned to fuck her until she thought she’d died and gone to Heaven. By the time he elevated from her mouth, she clung to him. He nipped her bottom lip, a playful smile exposing his dimples. “I would tie you to the four posts on the bed. Sprawled out on that massive mattress just for my pleasure in giving you orgasm after orgasm.” His eyelids drooped at what he described. A clear hint at how much the thought thrilled him. “Mads, you will not regret it.”

Giving anyone that much control terrified her. Not having a weapon strapped to her body already had her feeling naked. How much more exposed and vulnerable would she feel strapped to the bed unable to defend herself?

Tied to a bed for Nix to feast on us
, Usha, her demon, drawled as if Madison had clearly lost her wits.
I’m missing the downside
.

If she could trust anyone to not mismanage her vulnerability, it would be him. She caught his nervous swallow.

“This is something you’ve fantasized about?”

“More than once.”

Heat poured through her at his confession. Being dreamed about like she was a sex object turned out to be more satisfying than she’d thought possible. “Okay.”

“You don’t look okay at the idea of me having my way with you.”

She was all about him having his way with her. The idea of being unable to defend herself bothered her more than she cared to admit.

His hand shifted out of her hair and down to her neck. The solid wall of his chest felt fantastic against her body, lent comfort and a sense of surreal protection—surreal only in the sense that he couldn’t guard her from Hell. The texture of his touch felt so magnificent she feared her pores would melt in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

“I want to experience this with you. Only with you.”

Oh, Jesus Christ, yes, yes, yes
! Tamping down her demon was going to be harder than she imagined. Maybe, once restrained, Lynx would be easier to manage.

“I want to make all your dreams come true.”
Anything for Nix
. “Tie me to my bed, Nix, and have your wicked way with me.”

He groaned and embraced her. “You won’t regret this,” he whispered against her mouth between kisses.

Of course she wouldn’t, this was Nix and—

Madison squealed when he swept her into his arms. She clutched his shoulders as he carried her across the room. Another kiss stole her breath as he situated her on the bed. The arm from beneath her knees moved without warning and his hand palmed a breast. The fabric between them was suddenly too much. A wildfire of carnal fervor raced along her body, prickling her skin as if the room temperature had suddenly plummeted.

With a hard tug against his shirt, Nix collapsed on top of her. Mouths pressed together, they shared breaths, his feeding her like he’d become manna, while their tongues mated. His shirt abraded her breasts, her nipples growing tight and achy. His belly lay against hers, and his weight pressed her into the mattress. It wasn’t enough. His thigh between her legs taunted her succubus into a frenzy. She wanted—no, needed him—naked and inside her. Now wasn’t soon enough. Five minutes ago would have been ideal.

He tore his mouth off hers. “I won’t be diverted.”

We need you, Nix
, Usha whimpered.

She groaned as he slid his mouth down her neck and sucked on her collarbone a moment, before moving lower. Flattening her hands palms-down on the bedspread, she closed her eyes and became a silo of physical sensation.

A scrape of his teeth against one breast…the other received a lick and a wicked suckle, all through the silk of her nightgown. His fingers clasped her hips while he kissed across her belly. His tongue cavorted along her lower abdomen where her gown and panties dissected.

Her hand clamped on the back of his head. “Gawd, don’t stop.”

“Which is better? That…or this?” He rotated his thumb directly over her clitoris.

Madison’s eyelids flew upward. Damn the lace separating their tangible connection!

“That!” In an attempt to anchor him there, she draped a leg over his shoulder.

Nix teased the hidden bud with soft strokes. Pleasure grew elastic, expanding, becoming taut, but the hard snap of release refused to arrive.

“
Cio’ka reqqelv pa
.”
You’re killing me
.

A wicked chuckle rumbled against her belly.

“
Welejt eh
, Nix.”
Finish it
.

“
Uj eio mqauja pe noaal
.”
As you please, my queen
.

Not until he called her queen did she realize she’d spoken in Xapil and he’d replied in the same language. He adjusted his position, and rose over her. He captured a silk-clad nipple in his mouth. As he sucked and laved the peak with his tongue, his thumb pressed on her clit, slow, slow devilish swirls against her sweet spot alternating between firm and light strokes.

Jesus Christ
!

Breathing became a foreign idea as her hips gyrated against his hand. Liquid heat burned at her core, spread outward across her body.

“Nix!” The climax slammed into her, fast, hard, and without mercy.

The blaze of bliss lingered longer than normal. She saw nothing, heard nothing, and existed simply as a bundle of tingling nerves.

“That should take the edge off.” He sounded delighted as he grazed his teeth across her nipple and pushed upward off her. He caught the back of her leg as he rose to his knees, holding the limb against his chest to lick, nibble, and kiss her skin. “God, I love the noises you make when you come.”

Her cheeks scalded as his words reminded her how noisy she was in her pleasure.

“Mads”—he tongued her anklebone—“you just melted all over me with your orgasm and you’re blushing from my words.”

Raised by her sex-hating, Baptist preacher daddy, it would take time for her to embrace her sexuality without awkwardness.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay with me restraining you?” His concern thawed any reservations she might have clung to.

“Yes.” The gruffness of her voice showcased her recent pleasure. She cleared her throat. “What will you use as bindings?” It wasn’t like she had the formal stuff.

“Whatever I can find in your closet and probably the tie in my bag.” He paused with his mouth on her calf and looked at her. “Definitely my tie.” His lips fluttered against her flesh, drawing more arousal from her body. “Maybe I’ll blindfold you with it.”

Micah had blindfolded her once. The night he’d proposed. There had been nothing sexual about it. Just his need to keep the romantic locale a secret until he was ready to spring his surprise. That felt like ages ago. “Whatever you desire.”

He climbed off the bed and headed into her closet. Madison turned her head toward the windows. Was her husband outside watching? She hadn’t given him a second thought after instructing Nix to shock him with their behavior. Not that she cared about scandalizing him.
She
needed tonight to stand out, so she’d have something to cling to after Micah invaded her peaceful existence and tempted her. Tonight was about her and Nix because she very much feared it could be their last.

“Should I remove my clothes?”

His head emerged through the doorway. “No.”

Green eyes slithered over her body stretched out on the bed, languid, sated, and too satisfied to move. Toying with his restraint—and unsure where the brazenness came from within her—she flicked her fingers across a nipple. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. “I’ll undress you.”

A moment later, Nix exited her closet with a pink fuzzy sash and a black satin one. She pushed up on her elbows as he rummaged in his bag and withdrew a dark blue tie.

“You should unpack.” He tossed her a glance over his shoulder as she said, “I’ll clean out a drawer for you and make some room in the closet.”

He chuckled as he approached the bed. “Baby, everything I own is in that duffel and if I need to haul ass, it’s like fast food. I grab and go.”

“Hauling ass isn’t in your future.” Any demon that came after him would have her to deal with. A pissed-off Lynx succubus wasn’t good for any creature.