Zoey Avenger (Incubatti Series Book 2) (34 page)

“If you’re ready, we need to take it slow.”

“Why?” she breathed.

“Two months is the longest I’ve gone without fucking by far since I had sex the first time when I was thirteen.” His whisper caressed her skin, his whiskey eyes penetrating. “It’s hard enough to control my magic with you. I don’t think I can, if we don’t go slow.”

She started to smile. “I’ll risk it.”

“I may not.”

“I won’t give you a choice, Declan,” she replied. “I want to see that side of you. You hide yourself from everyone, but if you want me to trust you, you’ve gotta show me everything. I want to see the man who wears a mask and defies everyone around him.”

“It may not be safe for you, Zoey.”

Rather than answer verbally, she took his face in her hands and kissed him hard and deep, letting herself have one moment of pure, unrestricted bliss, where their magic, tongues and desire intertwined. The familiarity of the sensations hit her harder than she expected, a soul-deep reminder of how incredible it was to have their connection in bed and out – and how much she’d missed him. It wasn’t a matter of wanting to keep her distance anymore, of fueling her anger. It was primal need that overrode her emotions and made her body hum with anticipation and desire.

His flavor was as darkly sweet as his scent, his mouth expertly responding to her invasion. He wanted her, and she sensed the veneer between his control and his need was much closer to vanishing than he let on.

Sinking into his influence, she forced herself away despite the screaming need of her body.

“Not chicken,” she said breathlessly. “Let’s play a different game.” With shaky hands, Zoey pushed away from him, putting three feet between them.

She pulled off her shirt and tossed it then pushed her shoes off, then making a show of shimmying out of her pants. With her back to him, she bent over to show him her ass and worked the pants free of her feet, followed by socks.

Declan didn’t move.

Zoey faced him, hands on her hips, clad in her bra and underwear. With great satisfaction, she realized how hard he was already struggling to stay in control.

“You ever play tag when you were little?” she taunted huskily.

His breathing off, Declan’s gaze sharpened, the predator side of him nudging past the diplomat. “Zoey, be careful.”

“No, Declan, I won’t be careful. I never am, and I’m not about to start now.” She released her hold on her sex energy, sending the wave of magic towards him. He was strong enough for it not to overwhelm his senses the way it would a Cambion’s, but his gaze lit on fire in response. “You catch me, you fuck me. We’re playing tag, and right now, you’re it.” Without waiting for his response, she turned and bolted.

Exhilaration sent a shot of adrenaline through her, and she whipped around a corner into a darkened hallway.

Declan caught her easily, whipped her to face him then drove her back into the wall with his body, his hungry mouth devouring hers. Zoey clawed at his suit shirt, ripping it open to touch the warm skin covering his supple muscle beneath. The impact of being skin-to-skin with him was instant. Sex energy penetrated her, pushing into her with fire that left her panting.

Pulling away, Declan snatched her wrists and spun her, his erection hard enough to hurt against her ass as he leaned against her into the wall. “You sure you want to play this game?” he whispered. “I can make you come without touching you.”

Pleasure tore through her, robbing her of breath. “Oh, god!” she gasped, the intense orgasm fed by the trail of hot kisses he spread down the back of her neck and shoulders. His hands skated down her arms o her sides. He unsnapped her bra with one hand and tossed it. “Sure!” The sensations faded, replaced by attraction so intense that her legs almost gave.

 She heard the sound of him stripping off his shirt and smiled. Pushing away from the wall, Zoey twisted free of him and ran again, fueled by desire so intense, she was giddy. His magic was free, intoxicating her, flooding her senses and filling her to the point she felt she could fly. Her skin prickled with exquisite sensitivity; the brush of air from an overhead vent nearly sent her tumbling into ecstasy again.

Declan caught her arm and pulled her into his embrace, hefting her on top of his hips, so she could feel the thick, hard rod of his erection.

Zoey groaned and rubbed the part of her that ached against him, kissing him with the same desperation she used to fight Cambions. Within seconds, she was ready to climax, over stimulated by the amount of sex energy he’d unleashed and the sensation of his heated skin against hers.

“Oh, no,” he said with a low chuckle. “You want to play, I’ll play.”

As he’d done once before, he trapped her in the last second before ecstasy, refusing to let her orgasm break or come down from the high where every scent, touch and sensation was delicious torture.

Declan swiped the top of a table off and pushed her onto it, his hands burning a trail down her body to her hips. He leaned down and licked her swollen clit through her underwear.

Zoey wriggled. He held her hips in place and pushed her knees farther apart with his elbows, his tongue running down the seams of her thighs, nose nuzzling her pussy, teeth pressing to her clit in torture she needed more of.

“Declan!” She objected.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he said evilly and tugged her panties off. “Just remember – you wanted this, Zoey.”

Before she could collect the dazed thoughts needed to ask what he was talking about, another shot of pleasure went through her – and stuck. She arched, stuck in the moment before orgasm, nearly immobilized by need. His magic raced within her body. She closed her eyes, understanding faint and brief before it was lost to the pleasure of her body.

The first hard stroke of his tongue against her clit made her feel tense enough to snap. Her nipples hardened and twisted under the invisible influence of his magic, while what felt like kisses spread down her collarbone and jaw.

“You feel it,” he said hoarsely, voice trembling with desire.

“Y… yes.”

Declan ran the back of his hands against her inner thighs, while the sensation of his magic toying with her breasts drove her breathless. Invisible hands traced up her neck, down her collarbone, tickling her sensitive skin on their way down her body. He nipped her nether lips before his hot tongue flickered into her core. Zoey squirmed, barely able to move, unable to breath straight. He drank from her with a quiet growl before his mouth found her aching clit, and she writhed once more, while he sucked and licked the most sensitive point on her body.

“Declan!” she gasped.

He ignored her and continued with her clit, slow and sure, hard strokes mixed with feathery caresses. Sliding two fingers into her, he rubbed the rough skin of her g-spot. Simultaneously, his magic tortured her, invisible hands roaming her skin, tracing her lips lightly, pinching her nipples. Zoey’s body quivered, her toes curling and core demanding relief.

He shifted away, and seconds later, she felt the tip of his arousal at the opening of her pussy.

“Yes!” she cried, eyes flying open. Expecting him to be gentle, the way he had been during their rite, she was surprised when he pierced her fast and hard enough for there to be a pinch of pain. He stretching her with his size, and she experienced every glorious inch of his dick. Zoey started to tumble into her climax, but he stopped it, hand on her chest.

“Not yet,” he whispered and moved in and out of her slowly.

She clawed at him, needing to press their bodies together, to feel his skin against hers.

Declan smiled, his breathing rough and hands trembling from the effort it took to control his movements. She lifted a leg to kick him in the head, and he laughed, released her and flipped her onto her belly faster than she could counter.

He thrust into her hard once more, and Zoey arched, near the point of screaming at him. His body covered hers, his chest pressing to her back, his breath tickling her ear. He gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head on the table, fucking her hard and deep. His scent wrapped around her, and she breathed him in, loving and hating him at the same time. Unable to pull loose, she listened to his breathing and struggled with her own.

“You wanted the full incubus experience,” he whispered. “You ready for a little more?”

“Piece of … cake,” she lied in a gasp.

He slid one thumb into her mouth, and she wrapped her tongue around it and sucked on it loudly. “Wait for it.” He went still, buried in her pussy.

The magic took on physical form once more, skating from her toes down her leg, a touch that shouldn’t exist, and sliding between their bodies. “Declan!” she exclaimed, suddenly aware of what he did.

The magic tickled the area around her ass, swirling and teasing, the way he’d done with his fingers during their rite. Aware of the wide range in his appetite for pleasure, she waited, not quite believing him capable of doing what she suspected he was. Something hard pressed to her ass, and she gasped as the magic penetrated her slowly, growing and stretching her out while his dick was in her pussy.

“Now comes the fun part,” he said.

He began to pump again, the double penetration driving her insane within seconds. Zoey bit down on his thumb. Pleasure-pain ricocheted through her, more intense than anything she’d ever experienced. Declan’s arm snaked beneath her, and he pulled her to her feet, the sounds of him thrusting into her wet core loud in the hallway. More invisible hands went to her breasts, rolling her nipples and tugging. He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck. Fluttering kisses down her neck and collarbone, he continued to pound into her.

Unable to move, Zoey toppled into the pleasure of what he did, unable to tell what was magic and what was him. She surrendered to him and his magic, soon tumbling down the path closer to ecstasy.

Declan withdrew and spun her once more, lifting her onto his hips and sinking his dick into her once more. “You okay?” he asked.

Zoey managed a nod, breathing ragged and body shaking. She wrapped her legs around him and took his face in her hands, kissing him hungrily. “More,” she said against his lips.

The magic crept through her, over her skin, and she shuddered.

Declan’s control began to fizzle; she felt it. He pushed her against the wall and pumped faster, his nips at her neck growing harder while his magic wrapped more tightly around her.

“More!” she commanded.

Something within him snapped. Fire swept through her, and she lost all semblance of place and time. He slammed into her from the front, his magic penetrating her from the back. The world grew hazy and blurred – and any thought outside of him vaporized in sex-fueled desperation. Yanking her hair back, Declan kissed her throat.

“Tell me you’re mine, Zoey,” he growled in a voice that was barely human.

“Prove … you’re worth it,” she managed.

“God, I love fucking you!”

She said nothing, the tears in her eyes as much from frustration at wanting to come as it was from emotion. “Make me believe you, Declan,” she whispered.

Declan’s careful control smashed to pieces, replaced by reckless hunger. He manipulated her body with deft expertise, bending her over the couch, sinking to his knees to plunder her pussy and torment her clit, pulling her on top of him to ride him hard, pushing his dick down her throat…

He set her free twice, and they played her dangerous game of tag. Near delirious with need, she rarely got more than a few steps away before he wrapped her in his arms, and she sank into him, pleading softly for the climax he denied her.

 They made it through the house to his bedroom and toppled into it, pawing, pulling and slamming against one another as they clawed their way towards climax. Zoey rolled on top of him, his erection deep within her. Lost to anything beside him, she rode him hard, unable to get enough of his thick dick or the hands roaming her body.

Declan twisted his hips and pushed her onto her back.

Zoey felt the world start to break, a sign he’d let up on the magic trapping her. She sank into them, recognizing the place where their bodies, souls and hearts collided, an internal journey of warmth, pleasure and peace deep enough that she nearly wept. It had been two months – but it felt like a lifetime since she was cut off from this part of her soul-mate, from the spiritual link that reminded her that they were made for each other, not by Olivia, but by fate.

“Zoey.”

She opened her eyes and gazed up into Declan’s. Like her, he was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, his solid, lean body pressing her into the bed. The sight of his passion and desire, of the raw emotion on his face, of his chiseled features and beautiful eyes held her riveted. Emotion too strong to contain bubbled within her.

“Together,” he whispered, holding her gaze.

He released his hold on her climax.

Pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced, even with him, sprung from their soul connection and her aching body hit her like a tsunami. Zoey screamed, their connection overwhelmed by the sensual back-and-forth of their simultaneous orgasms. Wracked by uncontrollable emotion, she let it take her, aware of Declan using his dick and magic to push her climax higher, render it more intense.