Fallen Kings

14

I run my hands down my sides. “I bought this just for you. No one else has seen it.”

He grips my waist possessively. “Even better.”

Kassiel leans down and clasps my n****e in his mouth through the lace. My hands can’t stay still, and I run them through his thick hair, gripping it when he sucks harder. He runs his fingers along my hips, then pulls the teddy down. The lace scrapes my n****e, separating it from his mouth. He watches as his fingers pull the lace farther and farther down until my breast pops out, the n****e pebbled and aching for his mouth again. He devours it like he can’t get enough of my taste, making me moan with pleasure, and then he does the same to the other breast.

Kassiel moves his hands down to my ass, and grunts in masculine approval when he finds it bare. He falls to his knees and grabs both cheeks, caressing and kneading, while peppering my skin with kisses.

One hand reaches up and pushes on my stomach so that I fall back onto the bed, and then his mouth is on me. I cry out and spread my legs to give him the most access. He sucks my c**t into his mouth immediately, then strokes my sensitive skin with his tongue. Sucking and stroking, teasing and tasting, he works his magic until I’m gripping the sheets and writhing in pleasure. But he demands more. He slides two fingers into me and pumps them in and out, quickly leading me into an intense o****m.

I ride it out, moving my hips rhythmically against his mouth and his fingers, unable to help myself. Before I have a chance to catch my breath, he kneels on the bed and plunges his thick c**k into me, causing me to arch my back and cry out again.

Kassiel wraps an arm under my back and lifts me up, pulling my chest against his, and our eyes meet. His shirt has been pulled open and his trousers are shoved down. In our haste, we didn’t bother to undress him properly. Seeing him so undone only makes him look even hotter.

“Did you miss me?” he asks, as he begins thrusting into me.

My words come out low and husky. “Yes.”

“Did you miss my c**k?” He punctuates his words by slamming into me.

“Yes!” I cry out.

His hand moves down to grip my ass and he uses my body as leverage, moving me on and off his c**k. I moan with each thrust, thoroughly enjoying not being the one to take the lead. He knows I love it when he takes control in the bedroom, and his tight grip on my body proves he likes it just as much.

Letting go of my ass, he presses me back onto the bed and grabs my ankles, forcing my legs onto his shoulders. I’m totally under his control, my body moving in time to his hard length pumping into me, while his fingers reach down to tease my c**t again.

“Come with me,” Kassiel commands. “Now.”

I cry out again, looking up into his intense green eyes as I do exactly what he ordered. My entire body shudders as the pleasure spreads through me, and I tighten up around his c**k as his potent s****l energy fills me. He keeps pumping into me until I’ve soaked up every last drop, and then he finally slows.

He lowers himself onto the bed beside me and pulls me into his arms. “I love it when your eyes turn black. It means I’ve done my job.”

My cheeks flush with pleasure as he kisses me again, this time a leisurely kiss without the pent-up need from before. I feel a lot better too with my hunger sated. I’m still sleeping with Marcus and Bastien on a regular basis, but without Callan or Kassiel in the mix, it’s been a lot harder. I make sure not to take too much from either guy so I don’t hurt them, but it often leaves me a bit hungry. Especially since I got used to being nice and full all the time when I was sleeping with all four men. A night with Kassiel always makes my inner succubus purr with delight and keeps the hunger away much longer.

“How have you been? How’s school?” He idly runs his fingers through my hair. “Tell me everything.”

I laugh and spill the details on my first two weeks of school, although there’s not that much to tell. It’s nice to snuggle up against him and talk though, especially since he’s a really good listener.

“I’m glad Bastien is doing a good job teaching Angelic History in my absence,” he says, once I’m done.

“Do you miss teaching?”

“I do. More than I expected.” He sighs and keeps playing with my hair. “But the work I’m doing now is more important.”

I run my hands along his hard chest. “Have you found anything?”

“That’s actually one of the reasons I came to see you tonight.” He sits up a little in bed and faces me. “I have a promising lead on the Staff. The best one I’ve had yet. I’m going in the morning, but I wanted to stop by first.”

I sit up too. “I’m going with you.”

He shakes his head with a sad smile. “There are a dozen reasons why that’s a bad idea.”

“Then let me call Marcus and Bastien. They can be your backup.” I don’t understand why he insists on doing this stuff alone.

His eyes harden. “I’d rather handle this by myself. I don’t feel comfortable working with them.”

I grip his arm, like somehow I can stop him from going. “Then take someone with you. Don’t do this alone. Please.”

He leans close and kisses my nose. “I have an army of demons at my disposal. I won’t go alone, I promise.”

I sigh. “Tell me where you’re going at least.”

“Utah.”

“Where in Utah?” I insist.