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Story: Accidentally Vacationed with an Incubus (Briar Coven #2)
A week later
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There was no better feeling on this earth than having my face buried between my mate’s thighs—except, perhaps, what we were doing right now.
My mouth was still against her slick pussy, drinking in her pleasure, as she lay sprawled across my body, her soft, warm weight pressing me into the mattress, her head nestled between my legs, her lips and tongue working me into a slow, agonizing oblivion.
And for a witch who had been a virgin just last week, she was sinfully good with her mouth.
Every deliberate stroke of her tongue, every teasing scrape of her teeth, every slow, wet suck sent a fresh wave of heat crackling through me, my muscles tightening with the sheer effort of restraint.
It was all I could do to keep my hips still, to let her explore, to let her take what she wanted—because she needed to come first. Numerous times.
She would fall apart beneath my touch before I even thought about allowing myself that release.
Unfortunately, exhaustion had me a little off my game this morning.
I groaned, fighting against the tight twist of pleasure threatening to unravel, and lifted my head once more, seeking her out with single-minded devotion.
I found her slick entrance, my tongue pressing deep inside her, swirling, flicking, teasing that sensitive patch of nerves.
Her entire body jolted at the sensation, her thighs trembling around my head as a muffled moan vibrated around my shaft.
That sweet sound shot straight through me like lightning, igniting every nerve ending in my body.
Fuck, she was intoxicating.
I gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, pulling her closer, needing to taste her deeper, to feel her unraveling against my mouth. The scent of her amber and jasmine arousal was thick in the air, making me groan against her as I lapped at her, drinking her in.
Then the teasing crackle of static skittered over my thighs as her fingers danced along my skin. A pulse of raw magic seeped into the touch, coiling pleasure so tightly in my gut that my control shattered. I unconsciously bucked my hips, driving my cock deeper into her waiting mouth.
The feeling was fucking glorious.
But she needs to come first.
I pulled my mouth from her, my lips brushing against her trembling folds as I exhaled a hot, teasing breath. “Using magic isn’t fair, my wicked little witch.”
She let go of me with a wet, sinful plop . Her voice was pure mischief as she said, “And using an inhumanly long incubus tongue is?”
I growled against her inner thigh, and without another word, I speared my tongue deep into her, thrusting inside her slick pussy, angling just right, teasing until I found the place that would unravel her completely.
Her entire body went taut. “Devlin,” she whimpered, voice breathless.
I held her steady, my tongue stroking her in slow, torturous pulses, dragging her right to the precipice until her thighs clenched around my head.
A sharp cry tumbled from her lips as her body convulsed in pleasure.
I felt the rhythmic squeeze of her walls fluttering, felt the heat of her climax spill over my tongue, and fuck , she was exquisite like this—lost to sensation, helpless in my hands.
I guided her through it, licking and kissing her through the aftershocks, my grip firm on her hips as she trembled. Only when the last pulse faded did I finally let go, my lips trailing possessively along the inside of her thigh.
She was still gasping, her breath ragged, her limbs lax and boneless as she shivered above me. But then, with a deep, satisfied sigh, she shifted, her body slipping over mine.
She swung her legs over me, her thighs framing my hips as she turned to face me.
I sat up against the headboard, bracing my legs to support her back, my hands settling on her waist as she reached between us, positioning herself, the head of my cock teasing against her entrance.
My breath hissed through my teeth at the feeling—at the unbearable heat, the velvet-softness of her, the way she paused for a heartbeat, her eyes locked onto mine, pupils wide, blown with pleasure.
Then she slowly sank down onto me.
A strangled groan tore from my throat as her tight pussy enveloped me inch by inch, gripping me in a way that sent molten pleasure rolling down my spine.
She gasped, her lashes fluttering, her lips parting as she took me deeper, her body stretching, adjusting, until she was fully seated, fully claimed.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, caught in the sheer breath-stealing intensity of being joined like this. My hands gripped her waist, my fingers flexing against her soft skin, my control fraying at the edges.
Then she rocked her hips.
I swore, the pleasure blinding, as she moved, rising, rolling, finding a rhythm that sent waves of bliss pulsing through my veins.
Fuck, there was no better sight in this world than my mate like this—her body riding mine, her spine arching, her breasts bouncing slightly with every movement, her nails digging into my arms as a delicious flush spread down her chest.
On second thought, there was just one sight better.
.. I watched her as I let my fingers drift down between us, teasing over the mating bite I had left on that perfect swell of flesh below her navel.
Her breath caught, her moan strangled, and I circled her clit with my thumb, pressing, rubbing, teasing in just the right way until her body seized.
She clenched around me, her back bowing as she moaned my name, pleasure washing over her in waves.
And just as she lost herself completely, her fingers found the scar on my shoulder, the mating bite she’d left on me. Her thumb pressed into it as she rode out her orgasm.
A sharp, electric jolt shot through me, straight to my cock, pleasure slamming into me with brutal force.
My jaw clenched, a guttural sound tearing from my throat as my own release surged forward, my hips rolling into her as I spilled deep inside her, lost to the sheer bliss of her body milking me, pulling everything from me.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that—tangled, trembling and breathless.
Eventually, when the haze of pleasure began to fade, I pulled her close, still buried inside her, guiding her down onto the bed with me.
Sleep tugged at my limbs, heavy and inevitable, but the urge to watch her was stronger.
I reached up, dragging my thumb over her jaw, tracing the curve of her cheek, memorizing the way her lips were still parted, her breath slow and deep, the way the morning light glinted against her flushed skin.
My mate. My witch.
And in typical Jen fashion, she shattered the moment with one of her adorably weird questions. Letting out a long, sleepy yawn, she nestled closer and mumbled, “On a scale of one to venom-laced apple pie, how exhausted are you?”
I huffed out a laugh, my breath still ragged. “Exhausted enough that after I’ve rested for a solid week, I’m going to track down that orc and castrate him so he can’t inflict another one of his spawn on this earth.”
Jen chuckled, her body warm and soft against mine. “Babysitting wasn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad?” I scoffed, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her tighter against my chest. In one smooth motion, I rolled us over, her body shifting beneath mine, my semi-hard cock still nestled deep inside her.
“I want to spend my morning worshiping every inch of you, watching you come apart over and over again. But thanks to our nephew, I don’t think I even have the stamina for round two. ”
Jen giggled, the sound vibrating against my chest, and Gods, I felt it everywhere. The sensation hummed through me, straight down to where we were still joined, my cock twitching inside her.
Huh. Maybe round two wasn’t quite as impossible as I thought.
Her laughter softened into something breathier, and she traced lazy circles over my shoulder, her fingers brushing the mating bite. “You know,” she mused, her tone teasing, “for someone who claims he’s too exhausted to function, you still seem... pretty functional.”
I groaned, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to her jawline. “It’s your fault, mate. You keep making those sweet little sounds, and my body just wants to...” I trailed off, my lips dragging down the column of her throat.
Jen gasped softly as I shifted inside her, her nails digging ever so slightly into my back.
“I can’t wait until the contraceptive potion wears off,” I murmured against her skin.
“Because you and I are going to make an army of little witches together, mate.” I kissed the tip of her nose, my lips curving into a smirk.
“If only for the sheer satisfaction of seeing the look on Uncle Rowan’s face when we drop them off for him to babysit. ”
Jen snorted, then gasped as I gave an experimental roll of my hips. “You’re a cruel, cruel demon,” she said, her fingers trailing idly over my arm.
“It was so intense even BooDini is still recovering.” I nipped at her bottom lip, then pulled back, brushing my nose against hers. “It didn’t even float down this morning to help me with breakfast.”
“I know.” Jen giggled, a glint in her eyes. “I could tell.”
I narrowed my eyes playfully. “Wicked, wicked witch.”
Then, with one slow, deliberate motion, I slid out of her.
Jen let out a frustrated little sigh, shifting her hips as if to coax me back inside, but as much as I wanted to, there was something else I needed to do first. Reaching down the side of the bed, I let my fingers fumble until they found what I was looking for—the crinkled paper handle of the gift bag I had stashed away last night.
Slowly, I pulled it out from under the bed, the rustle of paper drawing Jen’s attention.
Her brows furrowed as she glanced at me, confusion flickering across her face as I rolled back onto my knees. Instinctively, she shuffled backward, settling into a seated position, her gaze darting between me and the bag in my hands. “What is this?”
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