Page 10 of Sin: The Mate Games (Apocalypse #1)

Chapter

Ten

SIN

F uck me, Merri was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. The moment I entered the private chat room, my dick went from mostly hard to straining behind my fly. The little succubus sat on her bed, blinking those big doe eyes at the camera, fawning for me as she toyed with the sash of her robe.

“Hi,” she purred, lifting a hand and wiggling her fingers at me. “Are you comfortable sharing your name with me?”

I had to swallow back a groan at the thought of her whimpering, moaning, or screaming my name. Not that I could give it to her. I was incognito. But the thought of hearing her doing that with any other fucker’s name pissed me off. What a quandary.

Sitting back in my chair, I watched her wait patiently for my reply. What could I use that benefited me as well?

Then it came to me. A name I hadn’t heard in far too long. One I’d given up in exchange for immortality.

Emmett St. James

Disgraced film star.

The man I’d been. The one I buried so Sinclair St. James could rise from his ashes.

Emmett , I typed after what I hoped wasn’t too long of a pause.

Merri’s smile stretched as she read my reply. “Pleasure to meet you, Emmett.”

OriginalSin:

Not yet, but it will be.

I knew I’d made the right call with my response when she giggled, “Cocky. I like it.”

OriginalSin:

Confident. Not cocky.

She leaned forward, giving me a view of her full breasts as they strained behind the strips of fabric barely covering them. “What are you here for, Emmett? What do you like?”

The tent in my pants said I liked every fucking thing she had to offer, but I couldn’t feed on my own lust. I needed hers.

OriginalSin:

This isn’t about what I like, baby. I want you to feel good.

In what was clearly a practiced move, Merri let her long hair fall over one shoulder and gave me a look from beneath her thick lashes. “I feel good when you feel good.”

OriginalSin:

Trust me, beautiful. Looking at you makes me feel really fucking good.

“Is that so?” she crooned, her fingers trailing over the full swell of her breasts.

Closing my eyes, I attempted to take in her energy, to sip from the lust she should be sending my way. Nothing. It was like trying to drink through a broken straw. This was never going to work if she wasn’t genuinely enjoying herself. I had to pivot. Fast.

I rapidly drummed my fingers on my desk, thoughts racing a mile a minute as I came up with and discarded a dozen possibilities.

“No, dumbass. You need to set yourself apart from the other horny fuckers who pay for her time.”

I couldn’t seduce her properly from behind this screen. Words in a chat bubble only went so far. But a voice? My voice? That could make women wet and men hard from fifty paces when I put power behind it. The only problem was, she’d know who I was the instant she heard me. We’d had enough conversations for the jig to be up with the first sentence.

Unless I put my acting skills to good use.

I’d won a few major awards in my day. I could do this. Accents were—mostly—my forte. And as an incubus, I was basically a walking chameleon. There was no part I couldn’t play to perfection. But the part I was interested in right now was becoming Merri’s dream lover.

Who the fuck was that?

The sexy Australian ready to take her on a journey down under?

“Are you ready for me to give you the ride of your life?”

I frowned. The accent was solid but lacking something. I didn’t think the Aussie rugby player I had in mind was going to do it for my sex kitten.

“What about a sexy Russian prince?” My frown deepened. “Emmett is not a Russian name,” I continued in the accent before switching to a posh British one. “He could be a Brit, though. A royal in disguise, ready to bend her over for a proper fuck?”

I tossed that idea in the bin too. We were overflowing with Brits in this penthouse, and she hated them at present. That would annoy her, not seduce her. I needed something that would stand out.

I ran through my arsenal of accents. “Something tells me she won’t trust a German professor. But maybe an Italian vintner with a villa in Tuscany? Or a French pastry chef who is an artist on the weekends.” I shook my head, wincing as my French accent came out more Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast than I’d intended. “Maybe we stay away from France. I’ve got to find a surefire panty dropper. Something that drips sex.”

A ghost of a memory flickered to life in my mind. A remnant from a conversation held years ago.

“Everything sounds good when I say it.”

Hades. That cocksure motherfucker. He wasn’t wrong, though. His accent would be perfect. Every lady melted when you called her darlin’.

Southern gentleman, it was.

“Emmett? Are you still there? You didn’t get started without me, did you?” Merri bit her lower lip and slid her fingers between her thighs, not touching herself, but hinting at the possibility.

I wanted her to bring those fingers up and show me how wet I could make her.

Unmuting my microphone, I rolled my shoulders and got into character.

“Sorry, darlin’. I was just getting set up to go hands-free for the rest of our time together. You’re too pretty to waste time typing.”

Her eyes widened, and a pulse of lust came through from her. I’m not ashamed to admit a sharp stab of jealousy hit me that she reacted so viscerally to my Hades-inspired persona. But this was what I needed. She couldn’t know it was me. Not yet. Not until she brought down some of those walls.

“Your voice...” she murmured, rubbing her thighs together.

“What about it?”

“I like it.”

“Glad to hear it, sweet girl. Now open your thighs for me and tease me with what I want to see.”

“Like this?” she asked, falling back on the bed, her shoulders and head propped up on a conveniently placed pillow so she could still look into the screen.

“Wider,” I practically growled, hand dropping to my zipper. “That’s my good girl,” I praised as she spread those shapely legs for me.

Every command I gave her pumped up the lust radiating between us. Now we were talking. I could feel her taking little tastes of me, and I did the same, desperately hoping she wasn’t experienced enough to know that’s what I was doing.

Fuck, my dick was hard as stone. Painfully swollen and dripping for her as I pulled it free of my pants.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asked, showing me that she wasn’t too far gone to forget about her client . My mouth curled with distaste. I didn’t want to be just one of her johns, but beggars can’t be choosers.

This is a temporary measure, I reassured myself. Baby steps.

“Yeah,” I gritted out, squeezing my needy cock and giving it a taste of the attention it craved. “You make me so hard, baby. I have been since the moment I first saw you.”

Not a lie.

Not one little bit.

“Do I? Really?”

“Yes. Now stop fishing for compliments and take off that ridiculous bodysuit. I want to see you when I make you come.”

Merri pushed herself up and immediately started stripping. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be that compliant in person or if she’d be more of a brat and make me work for every inch of her obedience. Given what a firecracker she’d been up until now, I felt like it might be the latter. But right now, she wanted to please me so she could feed.

Her nipples were tight, a deep pink so tantalizing I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I imagined pinching them and making her moan before taking each one in my mouth.

“Fuck, darlin’. Pretty as a picture.” I was really laying on the cowboy right now, but she seemed to like it a whole hell of a lot. “Are you wet for me?”

She nodded, the little hitch in her breath telling me she wasn’t lying.

“Show me.”

I stroked myself, my hand replaced by the fantasy of her mouth, or fuck, her soaked cunt. Her eyes flashed with the glimmer of power as she took from me what I willingly gave. I’d get it all back when she came with my name on her lips. When we were done, we’d both be sated, filled in ways we couldn’t get from others. One might think an incubus and succubus feeding together would be a never-ending cycle, leaving the two constantly fighting for sustenance. Not the case. Her sexual energy filled my power reservoir, and mine did the same for hers. We charged each other up better than anyone else ever could.

“Fuck, baby. Spread those swollen lips for me.”

Merri let out a little whimper, her pupils flaring wide at the command. When her fingers slipped back between her legs, she let out a soft gasp, as if surprised by how wet she was.

There was no stopping my grin. I might be using a fake voice, but that reaction was all mine. I was earning every drop of her pleasure.

“Show me,” I demanded, not elaborating.

Merri held her glistening fingers up, her chest rising and falling in rapid pants.

My strokes became more deliberate, the pleasure of the rhythmic motion forcing me to grit my teeth as I held tight to my control.

“Suck them clean, baby. Tell me how good you taste. I want to see if I’m right about you.”

Merri leaned forward, making a show out of sucking and licking her fingers.

“You’re such a good fucking girl for me.”

Her cheeks turned an even deeper pink at the compliment. And I tucked that little nugget away along with the others I’d been collecting in my mental dossier.

“Mmm, oh God,” she whispered.

“What was that for?” I asked, my voice rough as I continued working myself.

“I can hear you,” she breathed.

It took a second for her meaning to click. She wasn’t talking about my voice. She meant what I was doing to myself.

“You’re making a mess of me over here. My cock is leaking at the sight of you.”

Her sharp inhale made me wish I was there with her, smelling her arousal, able to pin her to the bed and fuck her deep and long.

“Want to feel me?”

Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“Go grab a toy. Make sure it’s nice and thick.” I groaned at the thought. “God, baby, hurry. I want to see you stretched around my cock.”

Merri seemed to be on the same page as me because she was quick to return to the screen, an impressive pink dildo in hand. “Will this work?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Lay back and slide it in, baby. Then I want you to time your thrusts with mine. And while you do, I want you to remember that it’s my cock inside you. That I’m the one fucking you and making you feel good.”

My cock twitched as she did what I told her, the urge to come knocking at the door stronger with every little moan and gasp that escaped her.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Fuck, you’re taking my cock like such a good girl.”

Slowly, she fed the dildo inside herself, wriggling as her pussy stretched wide around its girth. I was bigger, but she’d find that out soon enough. I imagined her doing the same around me, her eyes locked on mine, staring into my soul as we joined.

My groan was ragged as it spilled out of me unbidden. I was no longer sure who this fantasy was for.

“You feel so good,” she panted, hips rolling as she kept timing with me.

The dildo glistened with proof of how aroused she was. Even if I couldn’t feel it coming from her, I’d know based on the way her slick dripped down her ass. Motherfucker. I was going to blow before long.

“Use your other hand, pretend it’s me, and rub that clit, darlin’. I need you to come all over my cock.”

I wasn’t sure what word to use to describe the sound that left her at my words. It was part growl, part mewled moan. But with a little bit of shock and awe thrown in. I was rocking her fucking world with just my voice.

Wait until I get my hands on you, kitten.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably as an orgasm barreled toward her. I could feel the shift in the energy between us. The mounting tension echoed in me, and I barked out her name in warning.

“Yes, Emmett. Come. Please. I can’t until you do.”

“Together,” I ground out, my hand shuttling furiously as I finally gave into the climax that I’d been holding at bay.

“O-okay,” she panted.

One stroke.

Two.

“Now!” I demanded, damn near blacking out as her pleasure crashed into me. I wasn’t sure if it was from the screen or through the walls, but I was utterly lost to it as I fed.

Her cries of pure euphoria filled my headphones as my release pulsed in nearly painful bursts across my chest. I had to bite my fist to keep myself from shouting loud enough to make her realize it was me in the next room and not some handsome stranger on the internet.

We panted in unison, each still feasting on our sexual afterglow.

I’d just opened my mouth to ask when we could do it again when I got unceremoniously booted out of the chat room.

“Well then,” I muttered, reaching for a tissue—then thinking better of it and grabbing a handful—so I could clean myself up.

Not a second after I tucked my dick back into my pants, my bedroom door swung open, a distraught Chaos standing there, eyes blazing, chest heaving.

Shit. Were we under attack already? I really needed Lucifer to give us some breathing room.

“What’s wrong?”

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.

“What do you mean? I’ve been... oooohhhh,” I said, clocking the raging erection his sweats were doing nothing to hide. He must have felt the same sexual shockwave I just had. “ That is what happens when a succubus comes.”

Chaos dragged a shaking hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

I couldn’t help but snicker. “Consider yourself supernaturally Viagra’d. You’re welcome.”

War shot me a dirty glare, not the least bit grateful as he flipped me off and slammed my door shut.

“At least make good use of it!” I shouted after him, already knowing that surly bastard would head straight for the nearest cold shower.

Leaning back in my chair, I threaded my fingers behind my head and sighed. “Well, Emmett St. James, I’m gonna go on record and say that was a very successful experiment.”

I was fed, sated, and by all accounts, feeling more like myself than I had since before Lady Death took us all captive. But why did the thought of pretending to be someone I wasn’t in order to get close to her leave a bitter taste in its wake?

I knew exactly why.

I wanted Merri to crave me—the real me—the same way I craved her.

Taking a page from Chaos’s book, I let out a soft, fervent, “Fuck.”