Page 63 of Will It Hurt?

I hadn’t meant to tease her, but the idea that she’d construed my CBD-prompted dream as teasing made my heart thump strangely. This was a vamp that empirically had far more sexual exploits than me, yet she thought my subconscious fumbling was a tease?

When her tongue slipped lower between the folds of my pussy, I shivered, bracing for the pleasure she promised.

Curse the moon! I wished my hands were free to dive beneath my jumper and tug at my nipples.

Just as quickly as I’d thought it, the shadows twisted in the air, snaking beneath my clothes to clamp down on the tight peaks.

Mother of god .

They moved exactly how I needed them to, circling and tugging and pinching as I pushed my hips into Jinn’s mouth.

It was a good thing she didn’t need to breathe.

Her fingers pressed at the edge of my opening, slicking themselves in the gathered wetness. As her mouth suckled, drawing unspeakable pleasure from depths I didn’t know existed, her fingers pushed in, thick and slow and so fucking perfect.

“ Fuck. ”

I wished I was quieter. I wished I could take my pleasure with a soft, sensual surrender. Instead, my cries rang out with a filthy echo, every hitch and pant resounding with painful clarity.

Between my thighs, she slurped like a greedy thing, a possessed thing, pushing me higher and higher and…

I was close, too close—fuck, I could taste the edge of the orgasm as it nipped at my consciousness. My hips moved faster, my breaths quickening as I raced towards…

Nothing.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

I cried out as she pulled away, taking the firm pressure of her tongue with her. My pussy spasmed, clenched tight, needing something, anything , to take me over the edge.

“What the fuck?” I demanded, glaring at her as she sat back on her haunches with a self-satisfied smirk. The shadows retreated from my nipples as my lungs heaved, trying to take in as much oxygen as possible and failing miserably.

It wasn’t oxygen I wanted—it was the orgasm she had so fucking cruelly denied me!

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She slicked her tongue over her bottom lip, tasting the wetness that covered her cheeks, her nose, her chin .

“You taste too good to rush,” she taunted with a devilish gleam in her eyes. “I want to savor you. Savoring takes time.”

The first tendril of dread trickled through me. I pulled against the shadows that held me down, but they didn’t seem particularly inclined to let go.

“You’re toying with me,” I said, accusation rife in my tone.

“Of course,” she admitted easily, using the tip of her finger to gather my wetness from her chin and slide it across her tongue. “But we’ve already established I’m a predator. I like playing with my prey. Now, be good and hold still for me, little wytch.”

In any other moment, with any other person, I would’ve been ashamed to admit that I did exactly as I was told. I feared the consequences if I didn’t.

My clit ached as she slid her tongue over it again, teasing the hard bud in a merciless rhythm. It was as if the first time was just a trial—a little test to see what I liked. Now, she leaned in for real, sipping from my pussy like it was the lifeblood she depended on.

I squirmed, fighting the shadows yet relishing the way they held me still for the mercy of her tongue. Obscene noises lit the air as she slurped at my entrance, dragging the fresh wetness to my clit only to lap at it with infinite patience.

But the pleasure that burgeoned inside me was anything but patient. It was a beast wreaking havoc on my nerves, a monster that obliterated every thought but her.

I shut my eyes, squeezing them tight, as sparks of pleasure threatened to morph into a wave. Her lips wrapped around my clit, the suction fraying every rational thought. She pulled on the nub with a deep throaty hum, and the orgasm rushed close, almost within reach…

I canted my hips, trying to get a little more traction .

There! Just a little more…

She pulled away again. Again.

I was going to kill her. There was no doubt about it. I envisioned sinking a stake into her chest or spraying silver up her nose. Oh, it would be so easy…

Between my legs, she chuckled as though amused.

“No need for violence, little wytch,” she said, her lips shimmering with my wetness. “You’ll have your orgasm soon enough.”

The noise that left my lips was close to a growl.

“Enough teasing!”

She placed a chaste kiss on my belly. “That’s for me to decide, not you.”

The cycle of torture began again, and I told myself I could endure it. That I wouldn’t give up and beg her to end it. Because I knew that was exactly what she wanted—my surrender.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, washing away the make-up I had so carefully applied to impress her. But my ruined mascara was the furthest thing from my mind. Everything inside me was focused on that elusive peak, that tight rush of release, the very same one she held just out of reach…

…until her fingers joined the tugging of her lips. She slid into my pussy, rough and slick and so fucking perfect.

Fear battled pleasure—the terrifying notion that she would pull away at any moment and leave me bereft, waiting, yearning. But it was also fear that pushed me higher than I’d ever thought possible.

She didn’t stop. Her fingers continued their thrusting while her lips suckled at my clit.

Is she really…?

Am I going to… ?

Release crashed over me like crackling thunder. My belly quivered, core tightening, breaths ceasing as I gave in to the pleasure she tore from my body.

I felt myself slipping, but her shadows were there, hissing and pliant as they tethered me to the wall.

A strange sensation brushed at my temples, demanding entry. I reached for it tentatively, lowering my mental shield to let it curl its way inside.

Pleasure.

Jinn’s pleasure.

Soft and insistent, it flowed through me, weaving through my thoughts like a current with flaring electricity. A warmth settled in the pit of my stomach.

She was well pleased with herself.

If she were a cat, she’d be purring and licking her chops.

Why couldn’t I find it within myself to be angry? She’d manacled me to the balustrade, for fuck’s sake!

Had she sucked the anger out of me with one sharp, long-overdue release?

“H-how?” I gulped, cobwebs of my orgasm still eclipsing all logic. “How long will this ‘bond’ last?”

“With humans, no more than a few hours.”

I tried—and failed—to catch my breath.

“And me?”

Her gaze met mine, dark and glittering, her chin and cheeks soaked with wetness.

“I wouldn't know—I’ve never had the pleasure of drinking from a wytch before.” She slicked her tongue over her chin. “Other than when I was turned, of course. If I had to hazard a guess, perhaps a few days?”

Guess. Perhaps. They were such inconclusive words for something important! If she had access to my dreams and some of my thoughts, what else would she have access to because of this ‘bond’ ?

I was spared from the disturbing line of thought by a hoot of laughter and a string of applause from the courtyard. My instinct was to duck low to avoid being seen, but it was far too late for that.

If people had been watching us, I had no doubt they’d already caught glimpses of my bare bum between the balustrade.

“Great job, mate!” A masculine voice shouted up. “Deserves a standing ovation.”

“Aye.” The second voice was heart-stoppingly familiar. “Absolutely stunning vocals. I’d watch that show again.”

Afiyah. Fuck.

As the shadows slithered away back to their mother, I scrambled for my jeans, plucking them off the ground and pulling them up over my thighs. There was no time to look for my underwear—it was a shame, they were my favorite non-stained pair.

Before I could stop her, Jinn leaned over the balustrade to address her audience below. She pressed two fingers to her temple in a mock salute.

“Goodnight, mate. ”

My jaw dropped at her callous response. This wasn’t funny! Didn’t she realize she was speaking to my ex?

When she turned, the smirk on her face kickstarted the anger that always seemed to be burning in my belly around her. The mental connection she’d tried to forge withered and died.

“You did that on purpose!”