Happy to Burn (Dark Desires) (2 page)

“Like what?” I gritted, wishing my erection would go down. I didn’t like being played and I knew she was drawing some sort of sick pleasure from seeing me so painfully aroused.

She turned around giving me that aforementioned ass, then twisted to the left, throwing her head over her right shoulder. “Like me touching you…there?”

My finger paused on the shutter button as I felt rage building.
 

I didn’t need this and she
really
didn’t need to be teasing me. I would never want to hurt a woman, nor did I want to use my incubus mojo to seduce. But at the moment, in my rage, my thoughts were far from noble.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, hoping to compose myself enough to tell her to fuck off without going full paranormal on her and scaring the shit out of her.

I heard a soft rustle of fabric in front of me. She was waiting for my response.

Now or never, Rake. Get it over with.

“Look, Delilah. I don’t wa-” I opened my eyes and creamy caramel breasts with chocolate nipples swayed in front of me. I made a choking sound, more dignified than my previous yelp, and my eyes grew wide in shock.

I stepped back quickly and made a more primal sound, low in my throat when I tried to speak. Not so dignified.

“You didn’t answer my question.” She ran her delicate fingers over her breasts and fingered her nipples. I hadn’t noticed how long her nails were until they were pinching the chocolate tips.

She waited for a response from me, but I couldn’t seem to remember the question. I just watched her hands move over her beautiful breasts and I imagined my hands touching them. My tongue stroking them.

My mouth watered. My fangs ached to trace over those mounds. My vision was a plum haze and I took a step an unconscious step forward.

“Camera, Spencer,” she said nodding towards it in my hand.

“Put it away?” I managed through suddenly dry lips. My brain was a muddled mess screaming
sexsexsexbloodsex
.

All thoughts of being manipulated vanished at the sight of those perfect tits.

She chuckled softly. “No. Come here.” She kept hold of her breasts as she crooked a finger towards me. Her nails long, sexy and claw-like. I imagined them scoring my back, my ass as I slammed into her.

I walked towards the bed and stood in front of her.

She grabbed my hand that held the camera and brought it up to my face.
 

“Now do your job,” she said as her other hand ran over my dick. The shudder her touch caused made me to snap a few unintentional pictures.

“At’a boy,” she purred unbuckling my belt.
 

I watched her from around my camera as she slowly unzipped my pants and coaxed them off my stiff cock. Then she leaned back on the bed, spread her legs on either side of me and used her feet to push my jeans down to the floor.

The smell of her invaded my nostrils.

I opened my mouth and breathed deeply for a moment. I didn’t care if she saw my fangs. Humans mostly ignored things they couldn't explain anyway… What mattered was I could taste her on my tongue. It was a sweet torture.

“Are you working, Spencer?” she asked snapping her eyes back to me. I shut my mouth and brought the camera to my eyes so quickly that I hit my glasses with it. She chuckled and ran a delicate, purple-toenailed foot up the front of my thigh and under my gray boxers. I clenched my jaw hard to keep from moaning. I snapped a few pictures.

“Would you come if I put my mouth,” She ran her foot over my cock. “here?”

I felt my cock jump at her words. I unintentionally growled low in my throat.
 

Yep. In a heartbeat.

She was taunting a beast and she had no idea how bad the beast wanted a piece of her.

The camera clicked beneath my pulsing fingers.

She moaned and licked her lips.

“I think I’d like that.” She pinched her nipples and threw her head back on another moan. “I’ll do it, you know.” She sat up and replaced her foot with her hand. “But you have to keep taking pictures.” I could feel the heat of her hand through the thin fabric of my boxers. Her hands were exceptionally warm and they made my cock tingle.

I could feel a bead of precum coating the head of my cock. “I want these pictures.” She slid her hand through the slit in the front of my boxers and gripped me, flesh-to-flesh. I couldn’t suppress the moan.
 

She looked up at me, her lids were lowered and the way the light caught her eyes, they seemed to swirl like emeralds in liquid ebony. “I want it to be immortalized when you fuck me.” She stroked me and gently ran the nail of her thumb over the head of my cock. I could feel the warm liquid crowning the head smear against her fingers. “Can you do that, Spencer? Take the pictures?”

I gave her a clipped nod from around the camera. My face was taut with lust. My body was tighter. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was sure I would wake up at any moment.
 

I just hoped I could control myself. Control my NightDweller nature that was always so close to the surface with her.

A gentle squeeze on my shaft brought me back to the present and my hormones said “to hell with caution. Take advantage of this and if she gets spooked, wipe her memory.” I focused my attention back on Delilah.

She smiled slowly then licked her lips and teeth flashing bright and more predatory than I remembered. “I want to hear you say it.” She slid her hand down and palmed my balls.

“Yes,” came from me in a rush of air and I took a few more involuntary pictures.

Shit. What was I saying yes to?

I was panting. My mouth hung open. I didn’t care what I was saying yes to. Sweet mercy, as long as she kept touching my balls, I’d say yes to anything.

“Good,” she purred, massaging my balls. “Because if the pictures stop—” she looked up at me, her eyes lidded. “—we stop.”

She took her hand from my boxers then pulled the shorts down. She brought the hand that had been stroking me to her mouth and licked her palm, then bit her lip as though she were in complete ecstasy at the taste of me.

“Shit,” I breathed. My self-control was hanging on by a thread. My cock was all-powerful and right now it wanted to be inside her- however that would be.

She slid closer to the edge of the bed, pressed my boxers and jeans to the floor and encouraged me to step out of them. I came out of my boots too and she quickly brushed the tangled pile to the side with her feet as her hands traced up my thighs.

She watched my throbbing cock with hungry eyes. My eyes alternated between the pulse in her throat and her breasts.

“Camera, Spencer,” she reminded and I began snapping as she took me into her mouth.

Oh, shit, her mouth.
 

I moaned and snapped my camera, even though my eyes were closed. My legs trembled and I was gripping my camera so tightly I was sure it would break.
 

I sputtered incoherently as she took me in deep, her teeth grazing the sides of my cock, her tongue massaging the bottom.

This won’t take long.
I could feel myself about to pop from the deliberate, massaging pressure of her tongue.

I threw my head back, still snapping pictures involuntarily. A growl rumbled in my chest.
 

I heard her moan, her mouth still on my cock, her throat vibrating around my head as she sucked me deep.

I opened my eyes. Looked down at her and tried to focus on the scene in front of me:

Delilah Silva sucking me off and asking me to take pictures of it.

No one would ever believe this.

Hell, I wouldn’t believe it, when I woke up in the morning.

Just then the thought hit me that maybe I should try to take a few decent pictures. Maybe I could keep a few for myself, to remember this moment.

Focus, Spencer.
My hand shook as my arousal grew.

God, she was beautiful.
I snapped a few pictures. Her warm mouth surrounded me and her green eyes glanced up at me as if she were in heaven at the taste of my cock.

I closed my lips over my elongated fangs and took deep breaths through my nose.

I swallowed hard. I could smell—

I growled again at the scent invading my senses and the sight of her hand gently stroking the front of her panties.

She reeked of arousal. I clenched my jaw tighter, but thrusted my hips slightly against her mouth to increase my pleasure.

My vampire side may not get what it wanted tonight, but the incubus in me would be well satisfied.

She moaned again and slipped her hand inside her underwear, the smell of her pussy getting stronger.

A trembling sigh escaped me.

Shit, I hope this lasts for ever.

Chapter 3:

Delilah

I hope this lasts forever.
I ran my tongue over his cock again and he shuddered.

I could feel his pleasure. Taste his desire. Literally.

The camera shutter flicked. I tried not to smile.
 

I couldn’t have smiled, even if I'd wanted to.
 

His cock was—
 

I moaned as I took him in completely, then slowly brought him out. I traced my fingers over my clit as I felt his arousal grow. Being a SpellBinder, half witch, half succubus, had its advantages.

Damn, if I’d known he was hiding so much, I would have pounced long ago.

I flicked my tongue over the head of his shaft and moaned at the salty bead that greeted it.

“Delilah,” he said with a shaky voice. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned when I lowered myself to take his balls in my mouth. This time I did smile. The blast of arousal that hit me was like no other.

I looked up at him. His eyes were dark again. Purple tinted. I dropped my eyes to his lips. He was biting his lower lips. Canines protruding. He quickly pressed his lips closed over them.

I smiled again as I licked up the underside of his delicious cock.

I knew I smelled NightDweller.
The idea made me like Spencer even more, if that were possible.

I took him in completely again as his camera clicked away and I rubbed myself more persistently. I could feel his orgasm building and I wanted to finish before him. Coming at the same time as a NightDweller had its, for lack of a better word, disadvantages.

Disadvantages I wouldn’t mind risking for Spencer.
 

I’m not sure where the thought came from, but the blast of excitement that hit me at the thought was even more disconcerting.

I brushed the thought from my head and focused on Spencer’s. He growled again at my attention.

He stopped clicking and the scent of his arousal was diluted with another.

His hand touched my shoulder and gently pushed me away. I bit my lip and looked up at him. His brown eyes were dark with lust, his face moist with perspiration. I ran my eyes over his lean muscular frame. His body taut under the strain of his arousal. I licked my lips.
 

God, I’ve never wanted someone so badly.
 

My succubus side hadn’t been fully released yet, but she was rattling my mental cages, both excited and terrified at the thought of being fucked by an equal. The witch in me wanted another way to release energy that didn’t require a spell or incantation. Only the woman in me was worried about the risk, but then, even she wanted Spencer Rake.

I was playing with fire and I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself.

He lowered his camera and I raised my hand in protest. I really didn’t care either way as long as tonight ended with him inside me, but I would play along with the game I had begun.

“Spencer, you ca—”

“Why are you doing this?” His voice was stiff, distant, as he interrupted me.

I breathed deeply, querying the air for a clue to his feelings. I reached for his thighs, hoping to draw emotions from him through my touch, but he stepped back.

I watched him for a moment, not used to his harsh tone.
 

“Because…”

Because I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you.

Spencer was a tall, unpretentious photographer who wore black-framed glasses, had a dimple on his left cheek, a laugh that made me melt and, in Samuel’s opinion, he desperately needed a good woman in his life.

He was amazing and I wanted him. Badly.

I ran a hand through my hair and shrugged, trying to give him my most innocent look as I breathed deeply again, desperate to catch his emotions. I couldn't quite grasp what he was feeling.

His jaw tightened and he looked away. I stole a glance at his cock bobbing in the air before me.
 

I reached for it and he backed away. My eyes flew to his.
 

“Spencer, what’s wr—”

“I think you should go,” he said interrupting me again. He didn’t even look at me this time. Just backed away from me, put his camera down and began putting on his clothes.

“But—” The word escaped my mouth before I could stop it. I snapped my jaw shut as his emotion hit me like a slap in the face.
 

Disgust.
It almost choked me.
 

I clenched my jaw. I wouldn’t beg him. If he didn’t want me, that was fine. I was done throwing myself at Spencer.
 

I got up from the bed and grabbed my things from the corner, not bothering to dress. I’d do that in the hallway outside of the studio, where I knew he couldn’t see me cry.

I could feel the familiar tingle of magic in my fingers as my anger built. I could also feel tears burning the backs of my eyes and my fingernails returning to normal length as my arousal dissolved.

I should ask for the pictures.
 

I turned to face him and he was watching me as he buckled his pants. I could smell the faint hint of his arousal. I brought my eyes up to his face. The scent of disgust was gone. He looked right through me with cold brown eyes.

Brown again, not purple.

I could have handled angry, even pissed, but I couldn’t do cold. Not from him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t.