I feel my orgasm build and Ryker looks into my eyes and asks, “Who’s dick do you belong to?”
“Hmm. What was that guy’s name again?” I rasp out.
Ryker growls and slows down his pace, but I’m not having that. I use the heels of my feet to kick his ass and I use his dick to fuck myself.
Who needs a man to fuck them? I’ll do it myself.
“Rez,” Ryker warns me.
“Well, if you’re gonna be that lazy, get back on the bed and let me ride,” I tease.
He lets go of my hands, and I brace myself against the window as he steps back and I slide off. I take a step back to the bed when he reaches out with his cuffed hands and spins me around to face the windows. “Hang on,” is the only warning I get as he pushes me back into the glass.
My hands come up fast enough to save me from smashing my face when he slides back into me and starts fucking me with rough, long strokes. His cuffed hands come up around my neck and forcefully turns my head to look back at him. His blue eyes glow eerily, and I see a flash of fang as he growls at me. “Who’s dick do you belong to?” he repeats, and a thrill shoots through my body as I pick up on the dangerous tone in his voice.
I can’t help but play with fire. “That depends on if you can make me come again,” I say and then moan when a wave of lust hits me, almost buckling my knees. “Fuck!” I cry as wave after wave of euphoria crashes over me and my orgasm explodes out of nowhere. My cells dance in rapture, revitalized yet spent from the intoxicating experience he gives me each time I come for him. Before I can catch my breath, my juices run down my shaky legs as Ryker pushes me flat against the windows, my breasts starring in their own porno scene as he continues to pump into me with relentless abandonment.
Ryker says a few words in a language I don’t recognize, and I hear a soft plink over our heavy breathing drop to the floor as silk brushes against my foot. I realize it’s his cuffs when he grabs my hips and one hand reaches around to find my clit. He licks up my neck sending tingles racing after his hot breath and nibbles my earlobe. “Now can you say who’s dick you belong to? Or do you want this orgasm that you’re on the precipice of having to disappear?” he threatens.
“You wouldn’t,” I automatically reply, not thinking. I suddenly feel my orgasm slipping away as his power pulls back and I shout, “Wait!” Consumed with lust and frustrated with his demands, I beat my fist against the window. Fuck my greedy pussy and the threat of no orgasms. “Yours,” I grind out between clenched teeth.
I’m rewarded with Ryker leaning in and kissing me while pinching my clit, and I see fucking stars as he comes with me.
ChapterThirty-Seven
ILL ILLUSIONS
Rez
Inever expected Ryker to be the type to let a woman stay over following sex. So after we have another ecstasy-filled round in the shower and get cleaned up, I don’t expect a sleepover. To my pleasant surprise, he pulls out a shirt for me from the closet and guides me into bed, with him wearing nothing but lounge pants. I was kinda hoping he was a naked sleeper.
I have so many questions, but I also don’t want to be one of those girls that has to define our relationship the moment things change either. My hands were already full with Knox, JP, Knots, Zeke, and Lynx. I don’t know how I could fit in another person.
To distract myself from asking girly questions, I trace the tattoo of an eye on his neck and continue down his chest to the others. “Do these have any meanings to them?” I nonchalantly ask.
“Hmm? What?” he replies. He yawns and pulls me in closer, and I intertwine my leg with his.
“Your tattoos.”
“Wait. What?” he says, more awake as he looks at me with wide eyes. “You can see them?”
I give him an awkward smile. “Yeah. That’s kinda weird to say. But yeah, I can.”
“No, you don’t understand,” he says adamantly. Sitting up, he props a pillow behind himself, so I sit up as well and pull the sheet up against me but lean back into him. “The tattoos act as a glamour, so people see what they want when I take them to bed. They never remember what my body looks like, just that they had countless orgasms and are always left wanting more,” he explains as he looks at me like I’m a new species of alien.
“Do all Incubi have that?”
“Well, I’m different. See, I’m not a pure Incubus. I’m also part Fae, so my work in glamours is natural, whereas Demons need powerful spells. Most Incubi are naturally good looking and can sway you with just their good looks and a touch of lust. When I hit puberty, my tattoos just showed up, so when people see me, I automatically change to their preference.”
I gasp in shock, blown away by his confession, yet my heart breaks for him also. “You mean no one knows what you’re really like? Or what you really look like?”
“Well I guess, the guys do of course, and you do…but,” he pauses. His tongue worries his lip ring as his brow furrows in thought. He’s thinking too hard, and I just can’t help myself.
“Don’t hurt yourself thinking. You’re gonna kill off the one brain cell you have left,” I giggle.
He narrows his eyes at me for a brief moment before he leans in towards me.
Smack.
