She knew how clever those fingers were and what they could do to her body, the pleasure they could bring. Arousal shot through her body. She wanted him, pure and simple. Embarrassment shot through her when she realized she didn’t even care there were people in the room watching them. Somehow that added an illicit thrill, her panties dampening as he held her eyes, pulling the belt slowly free, the sexual tension between them mounting to unbearable levels.
The guy was a tease and he damn well knew it.
“That’s enough. Hands on top of your head and spread ’em.” Her voice was husky with need but wavered as the audience pressed forward a little, breaking the spell. How many people were in here watching them? The small crowd that had been in here when they arrived seemed to have doubled in size, as though word had gotten out something was going down in the throne room, and all the voyeurs had emerged out the woodwork.
“At me, babe, concentrate on me.” His voice brought her eyes back to him. “Look at what you’re doing to me.”
Her gaze followed his downwards, past the sculptured planes of his chest and over his toned stomach. How the hell had she managed to catch the attention of a guy like this? Hell, with a presence like he had, he should be on the screen. He sucked a sharp breath in as her gaze travelled over him. Her attention was hijacked by the thin line of dark hair which trailed down the center of his stomach and disappeared under the waistband of his jeans. She ached to follow it with her lips and tongue, nuzzling down his toned stomach to push the denim aside until she could release the hard cock, pressing against the fabric.
“Stay still. Don’t move. Understand?” Her voice threatened dire retribution as she slid to her knees. All else fell away as she reached for the snaps at his fly. Screw how it looked, she was in control here.
He nodded silently, jumping a little as her fingertips brushed his hard stomach.
The muscles flexed in reaction as she snapped open each fastener one after the other. He went commando so the denim parted easily, his c*ck bursting free into her hands. Cass murmured appreciation in the back of her throat and licked her lips. There was something about giving head she liked, something about the feel of a rigid c*ck in her mouth or the pulse of blood so close calling out to her in an erotic siren’s song.
Whatever, it made her p**sy clench hard with need and her fangs ache as they dropped into her mouth ready and waiting.
Holding his eyes she opened her mouth and licked slowly along the underside of his shaft.
He swore as she swirled her tongue about the swollen purplish head. Fingers closing around the base of his cock, she held him still as she explored, taking her time to enjoy him at her leisure. A wave of… something rose around them, something dark and heated, something new. Cass snapped her eyes open in surprise as it brushed against her skin, like the touch of a lover’s fingers. What the hell?
She stilled in wariness, her tongue flicking out across him as she opened her senses. It was the same buzz she always felt about demons, but instead of feeling wrong, it felt familiar and comforting, like the pleasant tingle she always felt when she was around Tiny but stronger. The beat of his heart sounded in her ears, the rush of blood through his veins pulsing in the same rhythm. His magic, it had to be.
She relaxed and closed her eyes, a murmur of pleasure in the back of her throat as she slid her lips over him and finally took him deep inside her mouth.
“Oh fuck, yeah, baby, do that more.”
She worked him with her lips and tongue, using all the knowledge she’d gathered the night before along with every dirty little trick she knew, some she’d not yet used on him. She’d been told she was good at this and by God she intended to prove it. Not to the demons pressing around them, but to her mate.
The crowd around them ceased to matter. All that mattered was the thick c*ck in her mouth and the man it belonged to. All that mattered was his pleasure and bringing him to the edge of his control, proving her own power over him.
She pulled back to tease him with soft licks and nibbles. His respiration shortened and became harsher, his heart pounding. She felt his movement before he dropped his hands, his fingers about to slide into her hair to hold her in place.
She moved her mouth off him, eliciting a moan of protest, and gave him a sharp slap on his thigh. “Did I tell you to move? Hands back on your head, and don’t come until I say you can.”
A shudder racked his heavy frame as he locked his fingers back over his shaven scalp. Curses escaped his lips as she leaned forward again and rewarded him with a quick flick of her tongue.
“Quiet,” she ordered as she cupped his balls. “You know what I’m going to do with you?” she asked between quick licks and even quicker sucks. “I’m going to make you beg. Turn you on so much you can’t think of anything but my mouth on you, my lips around you and my tongue across you.”
He groaned again, his h*ps thrusting forwards to try and get more of his c*ck in her mouth. “Don’t stop.”
She smiled as he jerked in her hands, tension in every line of his body. He was close but not there yet. She wanted him closer.
She licked one more time, her tongue circling him before her head bobbed forwards and she took him deep again. This time they both moaned, locked in their own sensual world. Her hands smoothed over him and pumped his shaft in unison with her mouth on him. He resorted to reciting the seven times table, every cord in his body standing out as he fought off the cli**x fast approaching -- the cli**x she’d told him he couldn’t have until she said so.
His erection swelled in her mouth, beads of pr**um warning her she didn’t have much time. Biting back her own frustration, Cass pulled away and stood gracefully.
His eyes were closed, a muscle jumping in his jaw the only movement in his body as he fought for control. Well, apart from the throb of the big vein across the top of his thick erection. Cass licked her lips at the sight but turned and looked over her shoulder at Lakai.
“You wanted proof?” She spread her hand in a gesture towards the demon prince as motionless as a statue, a work of erotic art with his legs spread and his manhood jutting out proudly. “I give you dominance. Seren, do you want to come?”
she asked softly.
All eyes focused on the still figure in the middle of the room. He opened his eyes slowly, their azure color a maelstrom of need. “Yes,” he rasped, his body unnaturally still as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
“Now?” she pressed, hating herself when he was in so much need.
“Yes,” he growled, his jaw clenching. “Damn it, let me come. I can’t until you say… please, Cass,” he begged, a real note of torture in his voice.
Cass felt awful and elated in the same moment. That he trusted her enough to let her bring him to this point in front of others brought tears to her eyes and a fresh wave of liquid heat between her thighs.
“Drop your arms, don’t touch yourself.” She stepped behind him and kissed his shoulder as she peeked over it at the demon king. Her hands snaked around Tiny’s waist and grasped his straining cock. She pumped the satin shaft a couple of times, feeling the slick evidence of his excitement and need.
“Come. Come now.”
He trembled and turned his head to claim her lips in a brief, torrid kiss. Then his h*ps thrust harder against her hand as his c*ck jerked and pulsed against her hold. His whole body went rigid and he tore his mouth from hers, a ragged cry escaping his lips as he came in her hand.
“Fucking hell, don’t stop, Cass. Please don’t stop,” he begged as she continued to work his cock. Cum splattered up across his stomach, covering her hand, but she ignored it and concentrated on the strong throbbing between her fingers, intent on wringing every last bit of pleasure from his cli**x. When the last shudder washed through him he groaned and sagged against her.
Tenderly she cradled him in her arms, never more grateful for the strength granted by her vampire blood than at that moment, and raised her eyes to meet Lakai’s.
Was she imagining it or was there a new respect there?
“And that is all the show you perverts are getting,” she announced. She stood Tiny back upright when she was sure he had his balance back and stepped around him.
With a graceful movement, she scooped up his discarded shirt and handed it to him, standing in front of him whilst he cleaned himself up.
Lakai chuckled and addressed his son. “Feisty little thing, isn’t she?”
“You have no idea.” Tiny’s lips quirked as he dropped the shirt unheeded to the ground and buttoned his jeans. If he was embarrassed about being brought off in front of a crowd he wasn’t showing it. For some reason that excited Cass even more.
“And sorry,” he added, as Lakai opened his mouth, a sly expression crossing his face. “I’m not sharing. She’s all mine.”
Lakai blew out a sigh, his breath stirring the long strands of hair about his face.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying. But tell me -- is she worth your birthright?”
“Meaning?”
“Don’t be dense, Seren. Zarek was right; you know the people will never accept a vampire as queen. So you need to make a choice, the vamp or the throne.” The demon king sat back, his expression smug, as though he already knew what choice his son would make.
Cass caught her breath, not daring to look at Tiny. Misery closed her throat over.
Put like that, he was going to choose the throne. Who would choose her as mate when it meant they would lose everything? And if he turned his back on her that was it. She was bonded to him; he might be able to walk away but she couldn’t. She would never respond sexually to another man, only her mate.
A large hand curling about hers made her jump. She looked up into Tiny’s eyes.
Slowly a smile crept over his lips, one of promise and love. “Come on, sexy, we have some unfinished business -- and this time you get to use those chains.”
With that Prince Seren turned his back on his birthright and walked out of his father’s throne room to be with the woman he loved.