“It’s mirrored glass,” he whispers as he bends down and takes the skin on my neck between his teeth and bites down hard, just shy of breaking the skin. My knees buckle from the sensation, and he catches me as I cry out.
“Why? What are you doing?” I ask him, and he shrugs as if we were just casually talking about the weather.
“Marking my territory so that idiot Aquilian knowsyou are mine,” he states possessively as he pulls away from my neck and admires his handiwork, brushing his thumb across the mark. I’m sure there’s a perfect imprint of his teeth in my skin now.
“Well fuck, you could have given me a little bit of pleasure at the same time,” I grumble to him, and he steps back. I watch as a range of emotions flicker across his features—arousal, anger, sadness, and longing—but he finally settles on one, if the glare he gives me and the clenching and unclenching of his fists is anything to go by.
“Lila, it is taking all of my power to hold back my anger at the moment. Until we can secure our intimate bond, I’m afraid my emotions may be all over the place. It is the only time a warlock is ever out of control. It’s why intimates bond very quickly, and I thought I had a handle on the way I’m feeling. I was okay seeing you with Link and Caspian, but his immaturity and lack of social etiquette by attempting to claim you in public has my blood boiling. My need to eviscerate and flay him is riding me hard.”
Xavier clamps his mouth shut, working his jaw as fury and jealousy radiate off him in turbulent waves. I can see why people fear the warlock, but I’m incredibly turned on by the thinly veiled violence.
“Whoa, okay then.” I reach out and stroke his cheek, hoping to ease some of his concerns. “It’s okay, but if you need to mark me in the future, maybe giving me an orgasm at the same time might make it easier for me to take. I like angry fucking.”
My soft gesture hasn’t relaxed him yet, so I scramble to think of a solution that will help calm and reassure him, but I am coming up blank. This is a situation where communication is key.
“I need to mark you, and I need you to mark me with your scent,” he pleads almost desperately. Gone is the cool, sophisticated, powerful warlock, and before me is a desperate, needy man.
I look around the room, my eyes catching on the couch. “Okay then, come on. I think I have a few more minutes before the show starts.” I drag him over and gesture for him to lie down on the couch. “Do your thing, get naked,” I demand, waving a hand at him, and in an instant, his clothes are gone, and his big, thick, purple dick waves at me for attention. Licking my lips, I climb my naked body over his, presenting my pussy at his mouth. “Make it quick. We do not want my grandpas coming to find us sixty nining on their couch.”
I feel his hands on my hips as I lower myself down, and then his tongue swipes through my folds before he goes to town on my clit. Grunting, I can’t help but ride his face for a moment or two while I stroke my hand up and down his dick. I’m not great at multitasking, I tend to get lost in the pleasure, but I am going to do my damnedest to give him a blow job that makes him come hard.
Leaning forward, I press our bodies together and take him deep into my throat, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking. I do this a couple of times before pulling back and spitting on my fingers, returning my mouth to the head of his cock while I probe his ass with them.
He groans when I finally insert them, the vibrations tickling my clit and bringing me close to the edge.
There’s no noise in the room except for sucking and slurping sounds as the two of us race to get each other off. I feel Xavier start to feed through his hands. It’s not as intense as it was when our eyes were locked. I can’t feel his emotions, but the sensation of him feeding is enough to tip me over the edge. I moan my pleasure around his cock, and soon he comes too, but as I feel his first jet, I pull back and let the rest of it cover my face and tits. The warm lavender spunk tingles against my skin, and I rub it in as I continue to ride his face, milking as much pleasure out of my orgasm as I can while covering him in my essence as well.
Once I feel my orgasm ebb, I dismount Xavier. “Do you feel better?” I ask him as I continue to rub his cum into my body. It actually soaks in much like moisturizer, leaving me with a lavender shimmer all over my tits.
His eyes are hooded with lust as he watches me, his erect dick not going down one bit despite his orgasm. “Yes, for now.”
“Can you dress me?” I request, and he waves a hand, putting me in a dry version of the same outfit I had been in. I quickly check myself in the mirror on the wall. That lavender shimmer is all over my face. “Are my grandpas going to know what this is?” I ask him, and he gets a smug ass grin as he nods.
“Yup.”
“Well, can you remove it?” I question, and he shakes his head.
“No, I want everyone you come in contact with to smell you and see that you are mine.” There’s a stubborn set to his jaw, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to convince him otherwise.
“Can you at least make it so they can’t see it?” I request, and he waves his hand again.
“Done. I have protected your grandpas’ fragile sensibilities. Though I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have cared. It is a common thing for alien species to mark their partners and lovers with their seed.”
“Yeah, well, okay, but I don’t really want them knowing what I’ve been doing up here, you know, in their office. Also please hide the bite mark from human eyes,” I deadpan, and he rolls his eyes before getting to his feet, his naked body distracting me for a second.
“It has already been done. Lila, you worry too much.” He kisses me hard before clothing himself and leading me out of the office by my hand. “I am looking forward to drying you after every performance,” he announces as he pushes me into the elevator. It’s only then that I realize he hasn’t been shrouded in his mist. In fact, I haven’t seen him shrouded since we came to Earth together.
“How come you’re not all misty?” I ask him, waving my hand at his body as he leans nonchalantly against the wall.
“You are my intimate, you don’t hide yourself from your soulmate,” he states casually, but my heart skips a beat in pleasure at hearing him call me hissoulmate.
“But what about the other night at dinner? You weren’t shrouded then either.”
“They are my friends and also family now, I’ve never hidden myself from them.” I hear someone talking farther down the corridor, and the mist suddenly forms and he winks. “But we wouldn’t want anyone else to get the wrong idea.”
The doors close, and I hear him chuckle quietly as he floats in the direction of the voice. I’m sure he’s going to give some poor backstage worker a fright.
I head back to my seat and place my butt on it just as the house lights go down again and William is lit up. The arena is now a leafy jungle landscape. William’s outfit has changed from ringmaster to big game hunter, and he carries a big rifle.
