“Put me inside you,” he growled, kneading her breasts and tugging her toward him.
Her soft moan was the signal he was waiting for. She always did that right before she gave in to his gruff demands.
“Ride me,ayreme. Let me watch you.”
A rumbling growl escaped him when she pressed the head of his cock against the wet juncture between her thighs. And when she sank down on him, Obsidian groaned loud and long, his cock jerking and twitching with the need to come inside her, to claim her a million times over.
Penelope reached for his hands and Obsidian obliged, allowing her to twine her fingers with his as she used him to steady herself, her hips doing that delicious rock-and-grind.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, watching her breasts sway as she did. “Come for me,ayreme. Let me feel you come.”
His beautifulereswawhimpered softly, her hips beginning to rock faster. Obsidian assisted, releasing her hands so he could guide her hips, pushing up inside her as he held her above him. He didn’t stop until she cried out his name, her sex clenching around him, dragging his orgasm out of him in a rush.
When her body went limp, Obsidian shifted, gently laying her on the bed as he curled up behind her, his hand covering the swell of her belly, his lips pressing to the back of her head.
“I love you,ayreme. Now and forever.”
She muttered something that sounded similar, making him smile.
Bijou was minding her own business, aswas usually the case, when she felt that sweltering energy plow through the mansion.
Luckily, she was in the game room this time. The last time she’d been down in the kitchen, and it had been hell getting to the second floor and hiding herself away as the rest of the mansion succumbed to what sounded like a heated orgy.
Straightening her spine and gritting her teeth, Bijou put one foot in front of the other and made a hasty retreat for her bedroom. It was only three doors down on the right. It should take no time whatsoever to get there. Once inside, she could shut the door and ride out this heat wave with the help of her trusty vibrator. Heaven knew there was no one else here she wanted to help her assuage this overwhelming ache.
Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. There was one person. Oliver. However, she got the feeling he was quite content with the status of their friendship. And that was exactly what they’d established during the few weeks she’d been here. The two of them spent quite a bit of time together watching movies, playing pool, swimming, sharing meals, more movies, more pool, more swimming.
And fine, it had been her idea to be friends. It was what she’d wanted. In the beginning. But she had to admit, she had a slight crush on the human.
A soft moan escaped her as her core clenched tightly. She paused with her hand on the wall as she continued her trek to her room.
If it weren’t for what the angels calledgathenya, Bijou figured she would be fine and dandy with her friendship with Oliver as he was. But this … whatever stoked these damn flames made it nearly impossible to not want something a bit more … beneficial. Yes. That was a good word for it. Friends with benefits. That was a thing, right? She was sure plenty of people did it. Humans, vampires, didn’t matter. The angels and Fae certainly had a good thing going for them. They alternated hookups the way Bijou changed socks, a different pair every day.
Someone’s deep groan had Bijou pausing, glancing over her shoulder to ensure no one was behind her. The hallway was clear in both directions, thank God.
Swallowing, she continued toward her bedroom, but just as her feet were finally getting with the program, she drew up short when she noticed the door to Oliver’s bedroom was partially open.
Don’t look inside. Don’t you dare look inside.
She looked.
Damn it.
Through the crack in the door, she could see Oliver on his bed, head propped up on navy-blue pillows, shoulders and chest bare, the rest of him covered by a navy-blue sheet. But it wasn’t the linens that caught her attention. No, that was credited to the way Oliver’s hand was moving beneath that thin fabric. There was no disguising what he was doing, either.
Another groan drifted from his mouth to her ears, and Bijou swallowed a moan of her own.
“Fuck,” Oliver hissed, kicking the sheet off.
Bijou’s eyes widened when she got a look-see at the thick flesh between his legs, the firm hand that glided up and down it.
It was so very wrong of her to be watching him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t look away. She was mesmerized by the way he touched himself. His hand firmly gripping the rigid flesh, stroking up, down, up, down, a steady rhythm that matched the race of his breaths in his lungs.
She’d never been a voyeur, but Bijou wanted to see this male pleasure himself, to watch as his body kicked and twitched as the pleasure of his own touch consumed him. Having never been intimate with a male, Bijou wasn’t familiar with what it took to bring one pleasure, but based on the way Oliver roughly tugged on his flesh, she had to believe even humans could handle the dark urges she’d been plagued with since she’d hit puberty. She remembered Reve, the way that male had wanted her to save herself for him. They had to be mated, he’d told her many times. Bijou had never believed in that. For one, she was a bastard. Living proof that two did not need to be mated in order to be intimate.
It had been a romantic gesture, sure. But who needed romance? That was for idiots, just look at her. She’d gotten caught up in all Reve’s sweet promises only for the male to walk away as though he had never cared for her at all.
“Oh, fuck,” Oliver groaned loudly, his back arching, his erection punching through his fist.
