Defeat the Darkness (Hearts of Darkness) (29 page)

Chapter 36 Satisfaction

Exhausted after his second orgasm, Max kissed Shelby’s neck and rolled to his side studying her. Normally she felt self-conscious when anyone stared so intently at her, but she was high on the energy from the sex.

“Those wings are awesome.” He ran the tips of his fingers over an edge making them vibrate, and she shivered. “Feel good?”

She nodded. All sorts of heated desire sizzled straight to her core. She trembled with the arousal, turned and stared back at him. She was high on the energy.

“God Max, your orgasm filled me with so much vitality I almost feel sated.”

“Almost? What’s it gonna take to fill you to the brim, babe?”

Kyle.

She blinked, glanced down, and pushed the thought away. It wasn’t going to happen. He’d locked himself in the mausoleum vault to keep away from her until they both figured out how to control their urges.

Max sighed with a smile then turned to examine her expression. He frowned. “I know.”

He scooped her into his arms and squeezed her. “It’s all right to need Kyle, too. You don’t have to protect me from your feelings. Shelby, I love you. This is who you are now, and I’m fine with it.”

“It sounds insulting to your virility for me to say there’s still room for more after gobbling up the energy from your scrumptious orgasm and mine.”

She ran a fingertip across his nipple and watched it tighten. He covered her hand with his, patted it, and sat up to look down at her.

“My male ego is just fine. If you need more, I’m here for you. Dylan explained your need for Kyle, and possibly others. I understand our personal commitment to each other makes what we have unique to us. But you have a relationship with Kyle I can’t ignore. That isn’t going to change, ever.”

“I guess you’re right. I just haven’t come to terms with all this yet.”

“That’s okay. Now, are you still hungry or are you going to put these wings away for a while?”

“I could go
for dessert.” She did her best to overpower Max. She laid him back against the sheets and straddled him. Her wings fluttered and sent a fine mist of shimmering dust into the air as she bent over and kissed him—this time slowly and more thoroughly.

“God, I love the way you taste,” he murmured against her lips before he opened again.

Hot tongues twisted in a sensual battle, fighting for dominance within the desperate kiss. He pulled his head away and asked, “You want control for dessert?”

When she nodded, he gave himself up to her, completely. He’d been spent after making love to Shelby earlier, but touching her magical wings had him ready for her all over again.

She rose above him naked and painfully beautiful. Her gossamer wings spread out behind her, wrapped around her, caressed him, and aroused him as nothing ever had before.

Her sweet pink nipples peeked through the strands of red hair teasing him as she leaned over his chest and rubbed them lightly down his abdomen. The tips of her wings firmly held his arms outstretched as she lowered her mouth to his chest and licked down his body until she reached his groin.

“Geez, Shelby, I wasn’t expecting to literally
be
dessert.”

“You don’t want to be dessert?”

Her tongue circled the tip, and he moaned, “Oh hell, yes. I wanna be your ice cream cone, babe. Lick away, but don’t forget to take me deep down your throat the way I like it.”

“Mmm, are you giving direction. Because I swear I heard someone say I could be in charge for dessert.”

She took a long swipe of her tongue from base to tip that had him arching against her lips. “A-ah, I remember. You go ahead and take charge of whatever you like.”

God, her mouth was sexy as hell. Her fae hunger was almost tangible as she feasted on him. The fact he could feed her like this tapped into his nurturing nature. His arousal fed her like an appetizer, his sexual pleasure fueled hers, and their mutual orgasms satisfied both of them. More importantly, it re-energized her while she was suffering the effects of the moon cycle. She experienced her own pleasure and fulfillment along with his and that satisfied Max more than any sexual act he’d ever encountered.

As she sucked him into her mouth, licking, pulling, and nipping—he immersed himself in the sensations so she could experience his desire, smell his arousal, and feel the pleasure as the temper of his growing erection pulsed thickly within her mouth.

The erotic sound of her ragged breathing had his own respiration racing. When the tip of her tongue penetrated the tiny opening, encouraging the cream to rise to her lips, he tried to hold his orgasm back. The moment she tasted the first drop, she moaned. Knowing a single taste from his body could give her such pleasure had him anticipating more when she encouraged him to ejaculate so she could feed, both figuratively and literally, from him. He wanted to feel the pull of her lips as she suckled his essence and swallowed, taking a part of him inside her. He longed for the moment when he brought her more than physical satisfaction, because theirs was more than a physical bond—theirs was a bond forged by a deep friendship.

“I want to touch you.”

“Soon. Enjoy the pleasure. Let me give you this pleasure, Max. This is all for you.”

“No! You have to take the energy. Tonight the moon is at its fullest. You need everything I can give you, babe. Take it. All of it,” he groaned as her mouth and tongue continued to pleasure him. “I won’t come ’til you promise.”

“We’ll see.”

She moved to his balls and lower. A bit farther up, she teased his tight opening with a damp finger. His balls slammed against his body. The tension mounting. Holding himself in check was nearly impossible when her mouth covered his length and took him fully down her throat.

“Oh, Shelby, that—feels—remarkable. So—fucking—good.”

When one hand lightly squeezed his balls as she sucked, he shouted out an oath. The pressure sent his release shooting down her throat with each rapid thrust she coaxed from his hips. He couldn’t stop as she drew more and more from him with her talented mouth.

He finished ejaculating, then lifted his head, and opened his eyes to watch her lick her lips. She gave him a slow sexy smile. By the time he could focus on anything other than her mouth, faery dust covered him from head to toe and she’d sucked up every, last drop he’d spilled.

“You are an awesome sex fae, babe.”

The satisfied look on her face told him she enjoyed dessert.

“I am. Aren’t I?”

Shelby pushed her hair back off her face, ran both hands over her breasts and down her body, cupped her mound, closed her eyes, and smiled. She lifted her hips over his still erect dick. “For us,” she said and took his length inside her.

“Us? Release me, then. I am going to touch you this time.”

Shelby chuckled and the hold she had on his wrists lightened. The tickle of her wings travelled up his arms and over his shoulders as her hands caressed his chest. He flipped her to her back, careful not to bend those beautiful wings, and thrust inside her. He tasted the faery dust on her breasts when he took a tight nipple between his lips. The aphrodisiac effects took over making him even more desperate than he already was for her. He licked and nipped each nipple the way she liked before he suckled and smiled against her skin when he drew a surprised gasp from her.

She loved having him press his thumb against her sensitive flesh as he thrust. But he wasn’t finished with her yet. He withdrew and lifted both her calves to his shoulders, bent down, and kissed her softly between her legs—first one swollen lip then the other. Finally, he parted her with his fingers so he could see the swollen nub protruding from the folds, and lightly kissed her there.

Her entire body spasmed beneath his touch. He slipped two fingers inside searching for her special spot—the one that set her on fire and released the cream before the orgasm set the liquid honey pouring from her. He watched her eyes waiting for her reaction when he hit the right spot. When her rounded eyes opened wide then narrowed with passion, he knew he’d found it. He rubbed, increasing the friction with the speed while he put pressure on her clit at the same time.

At first, she fought the sensation, tossing her head from side to side, and she tried to scoot away from the intensity of the pressure. He kept up the pace until she relaxed in his hands and gave in to the building tension. When she thrust against his hand, her hot velvety channel clenched around his fingers, as his thumb pressed down.

She screamed his name, and suddenly the juices building up inside her exploded, squirting and soaking his hand. As the sweet scented liquid spilled from her, he drove back inside her, content that he’d brought her satisfaction.

As her walls clenched around him, he realized this wasn’t going to be a gentle moment. He pulled out and flipped her to her stomach, lifted her hips in the air, and licked the juices from her. All the while, she moaned in pleasure, and the sound of her throaty voice whispered, “More, more,” spurring him on.

He placed his hips behind her plump ass cheeks and roughly entered her again—this time pounding into her. The sound of his body slapping against hers aroused him even more. The sensation of the sweaty glide of skin against skin had him as hard as ice-forged steel as he pumped into her.

She gasped and moaned beneath him.

“Is this too hard or not hard enough?” he asked.

“H-harder,” she begged.

He slapped her ass and smiled when she cried out, “More.”

He held back his climax and thrust repeatedly inside her as if it was his last fuck, slapping her ass cheeks pink and riding her to the finish line.

“Ah,” she said when they reached their climaxes together, and then she collapsed on her face. A moment later, she turned to look at him as he kissed her neck. “That tasted like an after dinner aperitif as it hits the back of your throat—shocking, scorching, smooth, and satisfying.”

“Thank you…I think.” Max said and lightly touched the pink on her backside. “You might want to apply some cool cloths on that or soak in the tub. Will you be okay if I check out what Victor’s been working on so far?”

“Mmm. The tub sounds like a great idea, except for the wings.” She reached around looking for assistance to get up.

He took her hand and pulled her up against his chest, nuzzling her neck.

“Go on before you get me going all over again.” He tapped the pink spot as she walked by. “You liked it rough with a little spanking?”

“I did,” she answered with a puzzled expression. “It took the pleasure to a new level. I don’t think I’d like it any rougher, but I trusted you to contain yourself.” She blew him a kiss as she disappeared into the bathroom. “Wish me luck absorbing the wings. I’d like to get it on the first try this time.”

He was a sweaty mess. He should join her.
Nope, if you do you’ll end up right back in bed.

He sniffed, found the earlier shower had been sufficient, and put on the shirt he hadn’t had on for more than a half hour at a time since he’d arrived this morning. Max used the hall bathroom to wash off any remaining faery dust, but figured Victor would just have to live with any lingering after effects.

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The cool shower felt wonderful on Shelby’s heated skin. Who knew a little spanking could be so stimulating? She’d read some of the recent popular novels featuring all kinds of BDSM, but she never felt like anything had been missing from her sexual experiences before.

Last night, Shelby overheard Dylan say Kyle begged them to lock him up to keep him from coming after her. Max spent all night and all day feeding her need and she tried following their rules. But Kyle wanted her. That was all the encouragement she required to find a way to reach him and fill this empty void within her soul.

He needed her and she needed him.

She turned off the shower and toweled off. Just the touch of the fabric to her skin turned her on. She had to do something to stop this insanity.

The bedroom was empty when she went looking for fresh clothing. After their recent round of lovemaking, Max must have gone out to the makeshift lab to work on the DNA sequencing with Victor.

She left the cottage where she was staying and walked by the cottage where Victor and Max were working on their tests. Before she went looking for Kyle, she peeked through the glass in the door, assured herself they were totally absorbed in their research, and moved on.

Thank goodness. She didn’t want to confront Max with her decision to go after Kyle.

If Max thought he wasn’t enough, he would also think he’d somehow failed her. She could never allow that. He was as much a part of her as Kyle was, but there was a part of her soul missing without Kyle. Despite what Max said, she couldn’t face him again—not as hungry as she was for more sex. Desperate for the energy she needed to survive, she couldn’t admit she needed more.

This need was different—this mating bond that drove her.

She picked up her sandals and silently slinked out past the patio entrance in search of Kyle. They were all wrong about him. He would never hurt her, and neither would any of the beasts within him.