“Say it.” He growled into her ear, nibbling at the lobe.

Instead of speech, she fed him a vision. It was her first time giving anything to their bond. His dragon damn near purred in his head.

“Your wish is my command.” It was only a moment as he tore away the flimsy cloth that was her skirt.

XOXOXO

She let out a frustrated growl. “I liked that skirt.”

“Pity.” He didn’t sound the least bit concerned as he stepped back.

Confusion laced through her until the feel of velvet on her side brought her attention to the curtains that were slinking around her body.

Her jaw dropped. What he had in mind began making sense as the curtains began knotting against her flesh, slowly raising her up, spread open for his viewing pleasure.

“Wai-” the cloth wrapped around her mouth.

His smirk was a challenge. She narrowed her eyes.

“I wanted to ride your face.”

He positioned her shins on his shoulders, arms supporting her ass so she could control the movement of her hips. A thrill of pleasure launched from her belly as his tongue carved a trail of heat along her inner thigh through her entire opening.

Well, okay then.

She melted into the ride, the flexibility of the curtains giving her a bounce that aided her momentum as she began climbing the sweet hill of an orgasm. His hand was on her fucking tail and gods. She never knew how lucky she’d been to receive the gifts of her succubus blood until he showed her what their bodies could do together.

The closer she got, the tighter the curtain felt around her limbs, the sensations he felt as he shared her pleasure stacked up, making her body tighten in anticipation.

“Let go.”

She didn’t want to.

She wanted to hold on to that moment forever. Her breath left her body as he extended his fangs and lightly pierced her bud.

She saw white. Her climax was a geyser as her body shook for what felt like a small eternity before she fell limp against her bindings.

It was a moment of total relaxation that she regretted immediately as one of the several visions that had been haunting her all day slid past the crack of the mental shields.

A combination of flesh and blood colored the wall behind the crumpled body of a middle-aged human woman as a knife repeatedly plunged into her face.

She could hear the cracks and the squelch of the knife, but that wasn’t nearly as horrifying as the voice that reached out for Rowan.

Help. Help.

She slammed her shields back into place as she came back to her own reality. Alessandro was stepping out from underneath her, curling her into his arms as the curtains unwound themselves.

Her essence drenched his face. A foreign feeling of absolute possession crawled inside of her as she curled her arms around his neck and trailed her tongue from where she’d claimed him up to the lobe of his ear.

“Give me a second, woman.” He growled as his legs ate the distance to the bed.

She saved them the need by phasing them.

Admittedly, it was a clumsy phase as she missed by a couple of feet and they tumbled onto the floor where she climbed over him, taking his mouth in a breathless kiss.

“I want more.” She sobbed, her frustration welling up inside of her.

She knew it was irrational. But the visions were undoing her. She needed to find something to anchor her. Shouldn’t her mate be perfect for it? Why wasn’t it working? Had she fucked it up?