Genesis Queen (The Road to Hell Series) (18 page)

Knowing Micah could hear her
and
see him pleasuring her, Nix tossed a grin in the direction of the window.
I hope you choke on jealousy, you bastard
.

He lay down on the bed beside her. “Straddle me.” He captured her hips and guided her on top of him. “Grab the headboard with your hands.”

Mads reached forward and gripped the wood. The silk bunched around her waist, that fuck-me-red thong was pushed to the side, exposing her pussy. Nix positioned his cock at the entrance to her body and yanked her down, impaling her as deep as he could go. Her head fell back on a moan.

“Ride me, Mads.”

An extended pause and then she stirred. She executed an awkward push upward with her knees, and sank back down. But she must have decided that wasn’t to her liking because she rolled her hips in a way he’d never had a woman do. She repeated the movements over and over again.
Fuck me, it’s like watching her dance on my dick
. And it felt fantastic. Perfect.

He watched their connection, the glistening length of his erection exited and re-entered her body. She squeezed her pussy around his length on the glide down and he groaned.

Now
she
killed
him
.

“Faster,” he demanded.

She adjusted her speed as he palmed a breast and toyed with her nipples. Watching her rise and fall on him, pleasuring them both, was the biggest rush he’d ever experienced. God, he loved this woman. Loved her so much. The possibility of losing her to the King of Hell terrified him. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t lose her. But he’d rather love her and know she was alive with Micah than dead.

“N-Nix.” Her hair tangled around her, across her shoulders, and down her breasts to dangle around her waist. “I won’t be able to control myself if I come.”

He thought he understood. She was too new at pleasure to be able to continue riding him when she came and her breathy sounds indicated she neared climax. He reached up, grasped her wrists, and rolled her to her back. Holding her arms above her head by the scarf, he dragged her leg over his hip with his other hand.

“You ready to come, baby?”

“Yes, please, Nix. Please.”

He thrust into her hard enough to dent the mattress with each plunge. Mads came with a scream and instead of caging the sound as he had the last time, he allowed it to ring through the house. And hoped Micah choked on it.

Her mouth rounded in the
O
of orgasm became the canvas that guided his thrusts. Her pussy clenched him with spasms so hard he joined her climax, pouring his seed into her. His thrusts slowed to small jerks, his cock twitching inside her.

Nix lowered his face to the curve of her shoulder and licked her flesh. Frozen in the tableau of lovemaking, they remained like that for a long while as he softened and their breathing slowed.

“You’re still dressed,” Mads said, her voice scratchy.

He chuckled. Of all the first things to say, she opted for that statement. He lifted his head. “So are you.”

“Nix…you
are
an orgasm god.”

And she is my goddess
.

“Told ya,” he teased, rubbing his nose against hers, not wanting the moment to turn too serious.

Careful not to pull her hair, he removed the tie from her eyes and went to work removing the knot on her wrists while she blinked through the sudden brightness.

Reluctant to exit her body, he ran his hand up and down the outside of her thigh, which she kept anchored over his hip. She cupped his face between her hands and leaned up to kiss him. A soft, sweet type of embrace that held more emotion than he figured she would be comfortable admitting.

Afterward, he forced himself to leave her drenched sheath. He made quick work removing the slashed scarves tied around her ankles. He could feel her watching him as he buttoned the fly on his jeans to keep them on. “What are you thinking, baby?”

“That you give way more pleasure than you receive.”

He sat beside her, and leaned over her, bracing a hand on the other side of her head. “Giving you pleasure satisfies me. Besides, I came.”

“But these”—she ran her fingers over his lips—“have been used on me more than once. Only once and briefly have you allowed my mouth on your dick.”

“I—” He sat up, slamming his fingers through his hair. “I don’t trust myself not to lose control. You’re not ready for me to fuck your mouth the way….” He looked aside, unable to admit to the atrocious things he’d committed in Hell.

“The way you have others?”

He nodded, but counted his fingers instead of facing her. “I’m afraid you giving me a blowjob would make me lose my mind…and control.”

Sitting up, Mads clamped her hands on his cheeks and turned him to confront her. “We can take it slow, just teach me to please you, Nix.” He stared at her lips, recalling the way they’d looked surrounding his cock last night. “At least if you lose control, you’ll take me with you. Besides, being part succubus, it could be an innate trait.”

“You want my dick shoved down your throat?” He ran his thumb along her neck, but the question was meant to shock her, make her reconsider what she asked for. “Gagging you, as you suck me?”

“Yes.” The word rumbled against the pad of his finger. “I want to taste your orgasm on my tongue the way you have mine. More than that, I want you to own every part of me, not just my heart, but my body, too.”

Fuck, her words offered him everything. He would take it.

Nix stared into her eyes. “Next time, I’m all yours.”

“Good.” Her baby blues gleamed with satisfaction. “Now, let’s get you undressed for bed.”

“Let me clean you first.” He rose to his feet and she caught his hand. “You’re sticky from my release.” Not a very romantic statement, but he wanted her comfort.

“I’m succubus. My body absorbs your release”—adorably she blushed over the word—“and turns it into power.”

He knew that from the succubi in Hell. But he didn’t think of Mads in those terms.

He stripped, tossing his clothes to the floor. Next, he divested her of her mutilated clothing and snuggled down on the bed with her. He didn’t know how many hours passed before he woke with Mads between his legs and his cock in her mouth. She pulled to the crown, licked, and with a heavy groan he buried his fingers in her hair.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she mouthed against his cock.

A blowjob
was
the best way to wake up. Still dark, Nix surmised it was early morning. He replied by pushing her head down and thrusting upward. Her tongue flicked all over him as she sucked, and her hand cupped his balls.

Winding strands of her hair around his hand, he tugged her head up and her mouth off him. “Go to your knees on the floor while I turn the light on. I want to watch you.”

“Okay.” She issued a final lick to the slit and withdrew from him.

The rustle of bed linens heralded her exit from the bed as he took several calming breaths. After a moment, he rolled off the mattress and turned on every light in the room. He didn’t want to miss one moment to the shadows, and he wanted Micah to watch.

Naked, she knelt on the floor with her knees braced wide. She watched him as he approached, the hard length of his erection in his hand. Fuck, how long had she been working on him before he woke?

“You sure?” He circled her mouth with a fingertip.

As a reply, she knocked his hand off his length and sucked the tip into her mouth. Resisting the urge to control the blowjob, he curled his hands into fists at his sides and breathed deeply, watching as she took him repeatedly as far as she could. Her hands came into play, one on his balls, the other working the base of his dick on the shallower sucks into her mouth. She licked down the underside, tongued his balls, and traveled back to the tip.

She lifted her gaze to his as his head breached her lips once more. Actions languid to the point of torment, she worked down his length, pressing him to the back of her mouth. A slight tilt of her head backward and her tongue flattened. The crown slid into her throat, but no farther. It was enough.

“Fuck.” His hands dug into her hair, holding her there.

Their eyes locked. She swallowed and a groan tore through him. His body vibrated with the next movement of her throat.

She pulled back and the scrape of her tongue along his cock was too much. Nix came, moaning as she moved her mouth over him quickly, milking every last drop from him.

Her tongue circled his head and he twitched at the sensitivity. He tugged her head back. She licked her lips. Her eyes had shifted to pink.

Nix hauled her to her feet and kissed her, tasting his release on her tongue. “Fuck, you learn fast,” he said against her mouth.

“I
know
that’s not a complaint.”

“Hell, no.” He thrust his fingers inside her pussy. “God, you’re wet from getting me off.”

“It was exciting having control over you like that.”

He understood. Controlling her pleasure escalated his arousal.

Walking her backward, he released her long enough to pull a chair to face her full-length mirror.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He turned her to face the glass, sat, and pulled her down on his lap. “Lean against me,” he instructed as he maneuvered her legs to drop off the outer sides of his thighs. He spread his legs wide, opening her pussy for their view. “Watch me make you come.”

Gaze locked on the mirror, she watched as he dipped his fingers inside her. Her moans came quickly, as he spread her wetness over her clitoris and shoved two fingers back inside her. Pumping them in and out, his thumb worked over her clit. Her arms reached upward and her palms cupped the back of his head, her breasts high and moving with each pant. Her hips rocked against his strokes. Her eyes pink, the succubus in full control.

She came so quickly, he didn’t get to enjoy drawing out her pleasure as long as he’d have liked. But he loved the way she vibrated against him, along with her cries. She jerked in his arms when he thumbed her clitoris. She was done.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He loved the raspy sound of her voice after she came.

He shifted her so he could cradle her in his lap. “Baby, I will always take care of you.” Even if she chose that bastard husband, or Hell, over him.

Chapter Eighteen

Within minutes of rising from bed, Zen knocked on her door, entered without being invited, and abruptly announced Micah sought entrance. If only she could fall back into Nix’s arms and pretend she had no problems. Unfortunately, wearing the guise of her husband, reality refused to be denied.

A touch on the grumpy side, Madison took her time bathing and getting dressed. Afterward, she left Nix beneath the spray—trying
not
to think about the shower they’d shared in Hell with Micah—and pattered barefoot to the kitchen. She pulled out a breakfast casserole made up of eggs, sausage, and cheese she’d prepared the night before, and popped it into the oven. A mug of coffee with heavy sugar and creamer would help calm her rattled nerves.

What a whopper! And she seldom fibbed to herself.

Lie
, Lynx mocked.

Okay, so she
tried
to always be honest with herself. Sometimes candor was a bitch to swallow, especially when her emotions were a tangled mess of wants that differed from her real aspirations. Like now.

Nothing would settle her anxiety, not the coffee nor sugar, and damn sure not a bottle of liquor. Sex would be an escape, but it wouldn’t resolve any of her tribulations.

Declining Hell’s aid would jeopardize her son’s life. Regardless of her objectives, his welfare remained top priority.

Sipping her coffee slowly delayed the inevitable. Micah in her home, in constant close proximity…what a freaking nightmare. His pheromones were a siren call to her demon, and that did not factor in his alluring seraph and blood.

“Every psychic agrees that you need Beliel’s assistance, Madison.” Zen stared out the kitchen window, his arms crossed over his chest.

She hadn’t heard him enter. No surprise there. His stiff profile indicated something bothered him. Something more than trusting his foe with her survival. She would not ask. At the moment, she had enough troubles to contend with.

Her best friend’s head swiveled so he could peer at her. “I understand your concerns. I have no idea if you can be strong enough to resist the temptation of Micah, either.”

Madison set her coffee on the counter and walked to him. He embraced her when she neared. The hug bowled her over. He wasn’t normally the touchy-feely type.

“Tell me I’m doing the right thing.”

“You’re doing the right thing,” Nix said from the doorway.

Together she and Zen faced him, the immortal’s arm around her waist, holding her near. Nix’s damp hair stood up in the front as if he’d brushed it with his fingers while wet. He probably had. Jeans hung low on his hips. His dark green tight T-shirt highlighted the fabulous shade of his eyes. The tattoos on his right arm…would they ever stop being sexy?

“I won’t allow you to risk your life because you’re afraid of what you’ll do with him.” She watched him swagger across the room, snag a mug from the drying rack, and pour coffee into it. Black. Always black. “Nothing about last night changed how I feel. If anything, it’s made my opinion stronger.”

“I won’t allow you to strip me for him.”

Against her, Zen tensed. TMI, she guessed.

“You might not have a choice.” Her Sherlock lover held her gaze as he sipped the steaming brew.

“He’s right,” the immortal agreed. She cocked her head toward him and he explained. “You do need Micah. As much as I hate to admit it, I trust him when it comes to keeping you alive.”

“We’re inviting trouble. But ganged up two to one”—not counting Amos or Georgie—“I know when to cave.”

“You never cave graciously.”

Madison grinned at Zen’s comment.

Taking a deep breath, they exited the kitchen to greet her husband.

The two men stood behind Madison at the front door, providing backup if she needed assistance. She could sense Micah on the other side. Nix squeezed her arm, offering silent support just before she swung the door open.