The Summoner. Alisha Steele
“Little mortal,” he said on a sigh, running reverent hands along her neck and shoulders before drifting lower. Her nipples, already hard and aching, strained into his palms. His long, fine fingers caught at the pebbled nubs as he admired the slight weight of her small curves. “You have the beauty of an angel.”
And he would know, right?
She told herself to snap out of it. There was no way she could let this happen. “Kasdeya, I banish…”
Kasdeya rolled his eyes and took one hand away from her body to place it gently over her kiss-swollen lips. “Desist now, Alexandra.” His index finger slipped inside her mouth and Alex moved her tongue over it, her mind and body still at odds with each other about what exactly she wanted. Kasdeya’s own tongue peeked out to touch the deep indent in his upper lip as she suckled him and another groan was torn from his chest. His finger pressed further into the wet heat.
“You want me, pet,” he said, his voice a deep burr. The fingers on her breast constricted, trapping the nipple almost painfully. It was Alex’s turn to moan. Kasdeya’s mouth curved. “I can see it,” he continued. “I can feel it.” He pinched her nipple again and Alex’s head tossed in pleasure, releasing his finger from between her lips. “And I can smell it.” His mouth opened, drawing the cool air over his tongue.
Alex blushed in mortification. She could smell the heat of her feminine arousal too, but none of her other lovers had ever commented on it. How embarrassing.
Kasdeya’s grin widened and his thumb stroked the heat of her cheek. “You smell delicious, Alexandra. I find myself eager for a taste.” He leaned over to brush her lips with his. “So why not forgo this foolish banishment notion?” he whispered, nibbling at her lower lip.
He leaned up again, straddling her thighs, and stroked his long cock. His other hand slid through the dark waves at his temple. “After all,” he said, “should you not sample the wares before deciding to turn down the purchase?” His wings opened and fanned the air behind him, creating a stunning backdrop for his unearthly beauty. Alex’s breath came in pants as the breeze they created washed over her body. She couldn’t make herself form any kind of coherent reply while her gaze tracked the slow, lazy movement of his palm on his prick.
Kasdeya picked up her right hand from where it rested limply on her stomach and wrapped it around his erection. Her fingers barely fit around his girth.
“Touch me, Summoner,” he ordered in a harsh, guttural voice, his hand guiding hers over the glass-like smoothness of his shaft. His eyes fell closed and he thrust into her hand. “Yes,” he sighed. “Like that.”
Alex gave up the ghost. He was right. She did want him—more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. He was just as god-damned irresistible as he thought he was. She sat up between his spread legs, holding onto the curved muscle of his hip for leverage, and stroked his cock more forcefully. His piloting fingers fell away and came to rest on the gloss of her hair instead, applying gentle pressure to incline her already bent head toward his cock. She went willingly enough, as eager for the taste of his velvety-soft prick as he was for the heat of her mouth.
Alex swiped her tongue over the plum-sized crown and gave a whimper of excitement as the tang of his pre-come flooded her mouth. The flavor was like nothing she had ever encountered before. Ambrosia. Every decadent dessert and every illicit drug rolled into one heady bouquet. She nudged him back so that she could kneel up, the better to swallow his length and taste more of his delicious essence.
* * * *
Kasdeya didn’t bother to choke back his groans as she dipped her lovely, fey face and took him deep into her mouth. Being an exceptionally experienced lover, he knew that the sounds of his enjoyment would be a spur to her own. Regrettably, he wasn’t exaggerating the strength of his response. This little slip of a mortal was managing to do what countless Angels in Heaven and even more Fallen in Hell had been unable to accomplish: she was making him lose control.
“Damnation,” he hissed as her tongue flicked at the underside of his glans. One of her tiny hands slipped between his legs to cup the weight of his balls, which were tightening in anticipation of an explosive release.
His fingers tensed in her hair. He was torn. What he really wanted to do was thrust deeper down her throat and just give in to the pleasure, but he knew he had to push her away. After all, he was supposed to be seducing her, not the other way around.
“Stop,” he said, but his voice was too husky to be understood. He tangled his fists in her slinky locks and wrenched her off him, bringing her lips up to his. The taste of himself on her tongue rocked his control even further. Kasdeya snarled as he devoured her mouth, his own tongue becoming violent, demanding everything she had to give. He ground helplessly against the sleekness of her skin.
When Alexandra brought one slim thigh up around his waist to grant him the access he seemed to be asking for, he cursed and pushed her away. She sprawled back on the ebony silk, a look of confusion on her face. “You’ve had your taste,” he said, trying to will himself back to calm. “Now I will have mine.”
The confusion was replaced by a knowing feminine smile, the same look all women wore when they realized they were desired. Alexandra relaxed back into the sheets, her eyes falling half shut as she brought her hands up to cup her breasts. She and Kasdeya moaned in unison when her fingers found the sharp peaks of her cherry nipples, plucking them aggressively. Her thighs fell open, allowing him a glimpse of the hot-pink crease nestled within the lacy golden-brown thatch of her pubic curls. Kasdeya’s mouth went dry at the sight and he closed his eyes against it, against the temptation to take what was offered in every way known to man and in some ways not yet known.
At the dropping of his eyelids though, her pungent scent became his body’s stimulation of choice. Once again he opened his mouth, letting the delectable odor tantalize his palate.
“Well,” she urged. His eyes snapped open to see her thighs spread even further, her hips lifted up to him in enticement. “What are you waiting for?”
Control, he wanted to say. But there was no reason to grant her that truth.
“Patience, pet,” he murmured instead, lowering himself over her to lick her fingers, which were still restlessly kneading her small, proud breasts. She moved her hand away immediately, sliding it through his thick mane to the back of his skull, urging him closer. He smiled against her skin and took the pert little jewel of her nipple between his lips.
* * * *
Alex sighed in bliss, arching into his mouth. “Kasdeya,” she whispered, rolling the syllables in her mouth like a fine wine.
“My pet,” he said, trailing kisses across her chest to taste her other nipple.
“I’m not your—oh, Jesus!”
Kasdeya had bitten her. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to send pain flickering along her nerve endings. Pain that was immediately followed by the warm rush of pleasure.
“I’ll stop calling you my pet,” he said between long, rough licks, “when you stop calling me by my enemy’s name.”
“I wasn’t…” Her words faded away as his hands ended the descent they’d been making down her body at the apex of her thighs. Her muscles tensed in expectation. He didn’t make her wait. With no preamble, his hands dipped lower, pushing her legs hard to the side so that she was splayed like a starfish. His thumbs caressed the creamy, damp creases where soft skin met soft hair, and then they darted inward, spreading her wide.
“Chri—” she exclaimed, but the word strangled in her throat.
Kasdeya gave her breast one final kiss and then tilted his head to regard her with amusement as his mouth followed the trail his hands had blazed. “Did you say something?” he asked, his warm breath stirring the curls of her sex.
Alex shook her head.
“Are you sure, pet?” He was so close now that she felt his lips form the words.