Page 5 of Beautiful Nightmare (Scared Sexy Collection #5)

F or the first time in longer than I care to think about, I’m not worrying about my next inevitable failure.

It feels so good to press my body to Caleb’s, to have his hands roaming down my spine, tracing over the curve of my ass, stroking the back of my thigh to leverage it higher, to allow him closer yet.

And, gods, his emotions . They pour into me in wave after wave, until I’m filled to bursting. I break our kiss again, panting. “Do you have a preference on anatomy?”

He’s breathing just as hard as I am. “No. I like all kinds of people. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

I don’t have strong preferences either. Being able to shift your body on a whim—as long as you’re powerful enough—means I can try on different forms as the mood shifts.

Right now, I’m comfortable with my body, like the heavy weight of my breasts on my chest, like the softness between my thighs.

With his emotions still surging, it takes no thought at all to shift that softness into a vulva, inner and outer labia, vagina, and—of course—a clitoris.

The lessons in human anatomy stressed the importance of utilizing that when seducing a partner who possesses one. “Let’s try this one.”

Caleb kisses me in response. Later, I’ll be amazed at how easy that small shift was, how quick , but right now I’m too busy rolling him onto his back and perching on his stomach.

His hands immediately go to my mane of hair, his fingers digging in as he smooths it back from my face to keep kissing me.

His emotions are so clear on my tongue, and knowing that he feels the same way I do in this moment—needy and amazed and almost .

.. gentle?—gives me the courage to sit up.

“I would like to revisit the subject of sitting on your chest.”

“Gladly.” He’s already gripping my thighs and sliding down the bed.

He doesn’t stop when I’m even with his chest, though; Caleb keeps going until I’m straddling his face.

His eyes are on my face as he presses a devastatingly gentle kiss to the apex of my thighs.

It feels good. It feels like he actually cares, which doesn’t make any kind of sense, but I’m awash in pleasure and have no time to consider the potential implications of crossing this boundary with the human I’m supposed to be scaring.

Not with Caleb carefully parting my folds and delving his tongue into the very core of me.

“ Oh. ” Without thinking, my claws are in his hair and I rock my hips to meet his mouth.

It feels good and he moans, so I keep doing it.

I ride his tongue as he focuses on my new clitoris, both of us quickly finding a rhythm and pressure that has me feeling like I might explode right out of my skin.

His lust drives mine, slick and forbidden and all the hotter for it.

I don’t break the rules. I fail to follow them, but that failure has always made me sick to my stomach with the knowledge that I’ll never be good enough.

This is intentional in a way I’ve never even considered attempting before meeting him.

There will be a penance to pay, and I don’t care because it feels too good to stop.

“Caleb,” I moan. “Keep doing that. Right there.”

His fingers dig into my thighs as he obeys, rubbing the flat of his tongue against my clitoris.

Bright lights flare behind my eyes and then I’m orgasming with a shriek of pure glee.

He makes a muffled sound and I realize I’ve been suffocating him with my pussy and quickly rise onto my knees again.

“Sorry, sorry. Are you okay?” My voice is all wrong, thready, as if I’ve been running a great distance.

Instead of calling me a monster, he turns his head and nips my thigh. “Don’t you dare apologize.” He shifts his touch back to my pussy. “I’m not done yet.”

I’m not done either. Even as the aftershocks of my orgasm alight in faint waves, I’m greedy for more. “I want to taste you too.”

Caleb goes still and closes his eyes. “Gemma, baby, I need you not to say stuff like that while you’re dripping on my face. I want to make you come a few more times first. I’m not going to last long. Fuck, I almost came just from tasting you. I want you too desperately.”

I glance over my shoulder to where his hard cock strains against the thin fabric of his underwear.

The high is still making me brave—or reckless.

“Then you can come a few times too.” Before he can argue further, I rise and turn around so that I’m once again straddling his face, but facing his body this time.

It feels so good to stretch out over him, to press my skin against his, to feel his heat pulsing beneath me.

“Oh, Caleb.” I whimper. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get enough of you. ”

“Then don’t.” He tugs me back a bare inch and exhales harshly against my throbbing core.

I hook my thumbs into the band of his underwear and tug the fabric down to reveal his cock. He’s as perfectly formed here as everywhere else, long and strong with a wicked curve. I carefully wrap my fist around his base and angle his length so I can take him into my mouth.

Did I think I was glutted on his emotions from a kiss?

It’s a thousand times stronger now. His need bursts over me as he grips my thighs and devours me before I can get the round head of him between my lips.

His frenzy rises in a wave that pulls me along with it.

There’s no technique here. I need to devour him in return, to take him deep within me, to bring him even a fraction of the pleasure he’s brought me.

On a whim, I shift my free hand’s claws into fingers and cup his balls.

They’re soft and strange and pleasing, and he clearly likes what I’m doing, because his cock suddenly goes even fuller in my mouth.

Caleb cries out against my heated flesh and then he’s coming, filling my throat in great spurts that leave me dizzy.

It feels like I’m drinking him down, smart and kind and caring and sexy in a way I have a difficult time putting into words.

I go limp and slump off him, drunk on his emotions. I didn’t know a demon could be drunk on emotions, but the faint light in the room spins merrily, and my skin practically crackles with the energy now filling me. For the first time since I was a child, I’m not hungry, not even a little.

“Gemma.” Caleb reaches for me, somehow getting us lined up properly so I can sprawl on him instead. “Are you okay?”

“Feels good.” I nuzzle his throat. “You?”

He gives a breathless laugh and gathers me tightly to him. “Feels good,” he echoes. “Really good. Give me a little time and I can show you how good.”

This feels good, too, albeit in a different way than when our mouths were on each other.

His lust remains a delicious undercurrent, but soft satisfaction takes over.

It’s not an emotion that can sustain me, but it creates a lovely sensation, like being wrapped in a heavy blanket during the cold season.

Minutes tick by as his heart rate returns to something I imagine is normal—or at least close to it. My body buzzes with energy, but it’s a distant sensation, one that can’t quite touch me while I float in bliss.

At least until Caleb’s cock stirs against my thigh where it’s draped over his waist. I smile as I shift a little, teasingly rubbing him until he groans. “Gemma, you’re going to kill me.”

“I hope not. I like you.”

His arms tighten around me. “I like you too.”

This feels dangerous in an entirely different way than kissing him did.

My job isn’t to like him. In fact, that’s a direct inhibitor to me doing my job, at least in theory.

It’s difficult to focus right now with him so close and deliciously warm and his wide hands on my hips as he shifts me more fully on top of him.

And then there’s no space for worrying, because I’m tilting my hips and he’s pressing up into me.

Smooth and slick and oh so full. My eyes threaten to flutter shut, but I force them open.

I don’t want to miss a single moment of this.

He’s so beautiful, every emotion playing across his face in real time as it surges into me.

More and more and more, blossoming with each thrust. No wonder humans don’t notice when a demon siphons off their emotions for sustenance.

I plant my hands on his chest and move over him. We have limited time, but the temptation for frenzy is so distant. There is only Caleb and me and this moment of pure, perfect pleasure.

He grips my hips, his fingers digging into the top of my ass, and guides me into a rolling motion that makes my spine tingle.

I moan. “Do that again.” He complies immediately, his face a mask of agonized concentration even as his lust increases to nearly overwhelming levels.

I didn’t know it could be like this— any of it.

The care he takes with me in this moment, how quickly he adjusts to increase my pleasure, the perfect anguish of being joined with someone who seems to see me.

Imperfect in every way, and yet someone to be valued, to be desired, to be liked .

I want it to last forever. I want to keep riding him for all eternity, to never have to leave this moment.

“Gemma,” he rasps. He hardly sounds like himself. “Gemma, baby, rub your clit for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.” All the while, he keeps me moving in that very specific rhythm that has him rubbing against my G-spot.

I snake a hand between my thighs and stroke my clitoris with the same pressure and motion he used with his tongue earlier.

It seems impossible that it would get better, and yet that added stimulation has my body taking over.

I grind down onto him, onto my fingers, chasing my own pleasure even as he curses and digs his heels into the mattress, driving up into me.

“Gemma!” His orgasm erupts into me, bringing a new surge of his tangled glory of emotions.

I can’t tell if it’s the physical or emotional that pushes me over the edge, but I’m coming.

I cry out his name as every bone in my body seems to turn liquid.

For a moment, I panic that I’m shifting on accident and about to traumatize us both, but it’s just joy that has me collapsing on his chest and kissing him deeply.

Caleb holds me tightly to his heaving chest. “Holy shit.”

“That was amazing.” I kiss his chest, his shoulder, his jaw.

I want to stay like this forever. What would happen if we never left this room?

We only talked for a short while in the grand scheme of things; surely he has so many stories to tell, a lifetime’s worth of experiences to share.

And I suppose I do, too, even if most of mine has been spent in one version of training or another.

I have learned a lot, even if I could never successfully bring it to practical use.

Caleb goes tense beneath me, and fear spikes the space between us. “Gemma?”

“What’s wrong?” I lift my head, ready to search his face for what I could have possibly done to scare him now , only to find that he’s not looking at me. He’s staring to the side ... at the closet. I twist to follow his gaze. “What is it?”

“I just saw two ...” He clears his throat. “Two eyes. Very large eyes. In my closet.”

Oh no. I slither off him and jump to my feet. “I have to go.”

“Gemma—”

“This was so good.” I can’t stop myself from kissing him. “Thank you.”

“Gemma, wait.” He grabs for my hand. Misses. “When will I see you again?”

Dread is a weight in my gut. It’s not sunrise yet. There’s no reason someone would have come looking for me, and yet that’s clearly what happened. “I don’t know.”

“Gemma—”

“I’m sorry.” It’s too late. I’m already across the room and standing in front of the closet. I can’t stop myself from looking over my shoulder, from memorizing exactly how he looks right now, rumpled from spending so much time chasing pleasure with me. Gods, my heart aches. “Goodbye, Caleb.”