Her fingertips curled into his chest, wanting to push him away, wanting to latch on.
Shit. Why does he smell so good?
Like sweet cotton candy, or something equally sugary.
“What do you want?” She tried to yell her question, but it came out as a soft, broken whisper. Skylar was acutely aware he was naked above her, something semi-hard pushing against her thigh between his spread legs, but he wasn’t pressing his hips down on her. Her frantic huffs were sharp, shallow, and so loud between them. “Why are you doing this?”
“You, darklight. That is what I want.”
“I don’t understand,” she answered, wondering why she didn’t have any fight in her when her hands finally dropped back to the ground in surrender. She was being pinned down by sheer will, by a creature she didn’t know the capabilities of, and yet she felt no fear now. Remarkably, she found his presence, his aura, safe – just like always. “This is supposed to be a temporary contract. An exchange.”
Her muscles instantly leapt at his touch when he traced his clawed hand up her inner thigh. “It doesn’t have to be.” He ghosted his fingers under the skirt of her dress, pushing it up bit by bit. “If you let me, I would claim you, marking myself as yourseternally. I’m even willing to give up my immortality for you by threading my life force to yours.”
Her eyes widened as her lips parted on a silent, surprised gasp.Claim me?
“But you don’t know me!” Her gaze flittered towards the door. “And my café, my friends, my life. I don’t want to leave it behind.”
He finally pulled back enough so he could look down at her, and her eyelids fluttered at his mesmerising blue eyes. The rings of his irises glowed, and there was a haunted wickedness in them that was only possible in something truly inhuman.
“Leave it? Like go to my home realm?” His brows drew together, only to relax when he grinned deeply, his purple-hued lips pulling back to reveal his fangs once more. “I have no intention of doing such a thing. Your life is here, so that’s where we’d be. Here. I have nothing I care for that I have left behind, as he is here, terrorising you already.”
Her brows furrowed. “The ferret-bat thing?”
“Skaarvar is a skowl. But yes.” His eyes danced across her features, and even up to her hair, and the bridge of his nose wrinkled as he let out an audible groan. He licked across his lips, and his tongue was glowing too! “Fuck me, you’re pretty.”
Skylar barely had a chance to register what he said, or anything really, before he slammed his mouth over hers. She gave a muffled squeal of surprise, then melted underneath him as her heart somersaulted in her chest. It only took one brush of his lips, soft and luscious, to move over hers, and she easily returned the kiss.
He instantly deepened it, and she tilted her head, moaning into his mouth. Even though her thighs were only open enough to leave the minutest gap, the tip of a finger found her clit with practised skill and pressed down.
Her pussy clenched in reaction, making a pool of arousal form at her entrance.
She snapped her thighs shut with his body in the way, shoved her hand down to grab the back of his, and tossed her head to the side to break the kiss. “Wait!” she whisper-yelled, shivering when he lathered kisses down her neck instead. “I haven’t agreed to anything, and we don’t even know each other. This is too sudden.”
A date would be nice!
Well, technically a third one. Just one without her being railed into oblivion wasn’t too much to ask.
His growl was soft, but no less menacing.
“I refuse to be de-summoned this time, Skylar. When that sun comes up, I will be inside you, and you will be mine,” he warned, and he stopped kissing her neck, instead speaking against her rapid pulse. “Even if it takes me all night to convince you. If I must, I will court you properly when there is no chance of you being stolen away from me by the sunlight.” Then his voice seemed to darken as he added, “I also won’t give you time to let thatothermale do so.”
Like before, her arm hairs lifted at the jealous animosity in the air.Oh shit. Is he talking about Oliver?
His growl gentled as he leaned back on his knees, completely exposing himself to her – from his handsome face to the big, hard, glowing thing jutting up from between his hips. It looked like a cock, just bright electric blue like his tentacle form.
Gawking at it seemed to make it twitch, and she only tore her eyes away from it when he grabbed her hand and made her rub down the centre of his chest.
“You made me. Made this form.” He licked across his lips, and the brief glimpse of his tongue told her it wasn’t entirely normal shaped. “It is yours to take, to claim. All you have to do is say yes,and I’ll show you why this naughty body of yours will thank you for it. I’ve been smitten with it, and you, from the moment you sat that cute ass on top of me.” Then his gaze dipped down her body, seeming to undress her as he nibbled his bottom lip with a fang. “It does seem rather slutty for me, even in my base form.”
As if to prove his point, her nipples ached against her dress, hard and staring up at him. Even her pussy throbbed in answer, and when his tail swayed behind him, reminding her of his other forms, she instantly grew wetter.
His unexpected dirty-talking mouth aided her dilemma.
In the muted light of her workspace, he was cast in shadows that made him seem devilish, and she didn’t know if his glowing tail, horn tips, eyes, and cock worsened it or not. He looked like a virile god of lust, or perhaps a demon bent on corrupting mere mortals like herself.
I guess I did want to summon a boyfriend.Hadn’t that been the thought that led to all this?And I wouldn’t have to worry about him learning about my witchcraft or taking me away from my life.
The usual anxiety about relationships and dating was completely absent. Although she was nervous, he didn’t make her feel uncomfortable in his presence, even despite this confusing situation.
