Page 38 of Hooked on a Demon (Leeside Witches #3)

Declan

S he moans again, making his cock throb.

Hades, he wants to bury himself in her, to feel her perfect cunt clench around his dick as he drives himself deep into her.

But watching her writhe on the counter, pleading for more as he pumps his fingers into her, well that’s got to be as great as what he imagines fucking her will be.

His smoky tendril keeps her hand in place despite her repeated attempts to move it.

He wasn’t lying when he told her he was going to be the only one to make her come tonight, and he plans to keep that promise.

Fuck, if she keeps moaning like that, she may make him come in his pants like a goddess-damned high schooler.

Her hips buck, and the grip she has in his hair tightens as he sucks her sensitive nub, flicking it with his tongue.

“Yes. Please, Declan,” she begs. Her legs start to close around his head, and two more tendrils appear to hold her open. Goddess, she’s so beautiful like this. Presented perfectly before him with her delicious cunt glistening.

His fingers curl inside her, rubbing the spot he’s quickly learned gets her close. He’s edged her a few times at this point, getting her right to the breaking point and then backing off. But he’s ready to see her fall apart.

Pulling his fingers back, he adds a third in and instantly feels her tighten around his digits.

He slides them back and forth slowly at first, letting her adjust to the added thickness.

After a moment, he begins to pick up the pace, not too hard but enough to bring her back to the edge.

As she begins to squirm again, he curls his fingers, holding the pressure she needs.

Her back arches and her legs tense. “Yes, I’m so close. Let me come.”

And he does. He buries his face in her cunt at the same time she pulls his face into her core, using his hair as leverage. She grinds into him and he groans, loving that she’s taking what she needs. His lips seal around her clit as he sucks and flicks.

“I’m. Gonna. Come. Declan. Fuck!” she yells out, as her walls clench around his fingers. Fuck, she feels amazing. His cock pulses in his pants, aching for its own release.

Soon, he tells himself. This is about her.

As her legs relax around him, his smoky tendrils release their hold on all of her extremities. Her hand flies up and immediately lands on her tit, where she pinches her nipple before rolling it between her fingers. Her walls clench around him again in an aftershock before he withdraws his fingers.

“Taste,” he says, more as a question than a command, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to see her lick her own fluids from his fingers.

Without hesitation, she removes her hand from her breast, grasps his wrist, and pulls it up to her mouth.

Her heated lips wrap around his cum-drenched digits, and she slides them all the way to the base, her tongue gliding along the underside.

She swirls it around his fingers and sucks.

Hecate help him, but all he can picture is her mouth wrapped around his cock.

“Fucking Hades, Eliana,” he groans.

His dick is so hard it’s almost painful.

She hums around his fingers, and he has to stop himself from releasing right here. Instead, to try and distract himself from the beautiful woman sucking herself off his fingers, he plunges his tongue into her pussy again and laps at her fluids as if he will never drink again.

She’s quickly grinding into him again, and though muffled, he tells her, “Claim me. Make me yours, Oaks.”

She doesn’t hesitate this time. She grips the back of his hair with both hands, pulling him into her cunt, doing exactly what he said.

Eliana taking charge of what she wants—what she needs and deserves—is the hottest thing in the fucking world, and he would happily die here.

She moves a hand to her clit and comes undone again, clenching around his tongue with her fingers still rapidly rubbing her nub.

“You’re fucking succulent,” he says after she releases her hold on him.

Breathless, Eliana moves her other hand from the back of his head, placing it at the side of his face, and draws him up.

He stands, leaning over her, bringing his face to hers.

Their tongues meet in a clash of passion and mutual satisfaction.

He hadn’t planned for this tonight, but he’s more than happy that it’s happened.

She catches his tongue in her lips and sucks, tasting the remnants of herself on him. Goddess, she’s perfect.

He sends out one of his tendrils as they continue to consume each other. A moment later, it returns with a warm, damp cloth. As much as it pains him, he pulls away from the kiss, and he’s pretty sure she whimpers when he does.

“I thought I would clean you up,” he says, holding the cloth out.

He backs away, and holds her legs apart.

Taking a moment, he admires the wonder before him.

When his eyes cast up to hers, he sees a tiny bit of embarrassment, which he will not stand for.

“You. Are. Beautiful,” he says, punctuating each word with a kiss down her thigh.

His hand gently places the cloth over her pussy and swipes over her, cleaning up the mess both of them have made.

“I am honored that you have shared yourself with me.”

“Stop that,” she says, blushing as she waves her hand vaguely in his direction.

“It’s the truth. You are immaculate, and watching you come is by far my new favorite thing.”

Once she’s cleaned up, he reluctantly helps her get dressed again. He tried to convince her to continue walking around naked, and that he would join her but much to his disappointment, she didn’t agree.

As he grabs the ice cream out of the freezer, she takes out a couple of spoons and joins him on the other side of the counter.

“We should probably disinfect that,” she says, motioning to the countertop she came all over mere minutes ago.

“But what if it erases the memory of how great you taste? I’ll never be able to verify that it actually happened,” he teases.

She pops a spoonful of the dessert into her mouth, and his eyes become fixated on her lips and tongue as she licks the remainder off. “I’m sure I could help you with a memory refresh if you asked nicely.”

He swallows. “I would appreciate that.” He scoops his own bit of ice cream and sends out his smoke again. If floats to the other side of the kitchen, cleaners in hand, and does the naughty work for him. A minute later and any remnant of how he feasted on her cunt is gone. At least for now.

“So not to burst the feel-good bubble right now,” she says, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, “but are you sure Ev won’t stop by and have me running out the back door again?”

“He shouldn’t. I told him I wasn’t feeling well and was at Lach’s picking up some sleeping potion. So, unless he plans to come by to watch me sleep, which I don’t think he’s that desperate, we should be okay.”

“Good.”

He hesitates, the words sitting on the tip of his tongue.

She’s here now, and given Everest and his propensity for stopping by unannounced, he doesn’t know when they will get a chance like this again.

Before he can think too much about it, the question “Do you want to spend the night?” is out of his mouth, and he’s left waiting for her response.

Eliana turns her body to face him properly.

Her hand lands on his thigh, and it’s as if he’s back in seventh grade again, being picked first on the dodgeball team.

His heart races, and a nervous sweat begins to build at his temples.

He wants to put his hand on hers, but with his hands now clammy, it will be too gross. No one likes clammy hands.

Answer, his demon barks internally.

Give her time, he mentally backfires.

“I’d love to,” she responds.

All of his nervousness dissipates as if it were never there in the first place.

Her expression is reassuring, and her presence is calm.

If he was Eliana, he’d be freaking out right now.

Hell, he was a moment ago. He’s spent the night with many women before.

Well, not many. A few. He’s never been a fan of the overnight stay, worried that it would send a mixed message about intentions.

But her… oh, asking Eliana to stay is something different entirely.

It’s opening himself up to something he never thought he’d have.

Or something he didn’t even know he wanted.

He’s been content for so long in the pattern he’s in. The late nights with Everest. The whole game to pick up a new partner and take them home. Only to repeat it again the next weekend. It was fun. For a time, anyway.

But as he sits here, with Eliana gazing deep into his eyes, he realizes that maybe he wasn’t as content as he thought. Going through the motions doesn’t breed happiness. Being with her, though? It’s the best thing in the world.