Soul Enslaved (Sons of Wrath Book 3) (40 page)

“No. A man’s control is all that separates him from the most vicious beasts. I fully intend to hang on to mine for as long as I can.”

Sabelle released a quick breath. “What an odd situation.” She bit her lip, staring off at the wall on the opposite side of the room. “I feel like I’ve had to maintain such a tight control over things for so many years. I had Thomas and Janie so young. Taking care of my sister, keeping her out of
their
clutches.” She smiled. “Just once I’d like to
lose
control. Sometimes I crave the very thing that pisses me off—the chaos and the irresponsibility. I want to get drunk and do something crazy, you know what I mean?” The champagne she’d sipped all night seemed to be doing the talking for her. “I want to pretend that I’m one of those women who can be sexy and screw a man without a million fingers pointing and twice the number of accusations flying.” She wished she could lose control with him, without feeding his natural instinct to bond. For Sabelle, bonds were nothing more than broken promises—lies that could easily be manipulated. “Sometimes, I just want sex without all the complications.”

“Woman, don’t say these things to me.” She could feel his gaze on her, hot and needful.

Sabelle sat up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. “I’ll clean that blood off of you.”

She gathered a washcloth from the linen closet and doused it in warm water, dabbing her neck first. Before she could so much as glance upward, her body was dragged backward, slamming into Gavin’s. He spun her around to face him, before giving one more twist so her back was up against the wall.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you to lose control. With me.” He leaned forward, lips pressing into hers, and a swarm of butterflies drummed inside her stomach while heat scorched her core. “No complications.”

Goddamn his kiss. Her world swirled like a merry-go-round, threatening to kick her knees out from under her. A click had her pulling away from him and staring up at the cuffs binding her wrists. Never had Sabelle been bound by cuffs. Not willingly, anyway. He hooked her over the mysterious steel bar that curved out of the wall.

So, that was what he used it for.

She frowned. “Gavin, I just have to tell you. I’m a mother. You can’t dupe a mom. We come equipped with superpowers for bullshit, and we’re not afraid to have casual sex and
walk away
.”

“Are you finished?”

“Are you safe?”

“Now’s not the time to be asking that, my dear. Now’s the time to be asking how the fuck you’d like your panties ripped off? With my hands, or my teeth?”

A flare of excitement shot through her body. “I’m not sure I like being cuffed.” Ah, but she did. As long as Gavin was the one doing the cuffing. Any other man, and she’d have put up a fight.

“I’ve got five reasons why you will. And by the time I reach the last, you’ll be so fucking spun out in ecstasy that you’ll forget what it was you didn’t like to begin.” He unbuttoned her shirt in the front, not bothering to take it off all the way. “Let’s start with reason number one.”

Cool air hit her large breasts, and suddenly Sabelle felt vulnerable. Exposed. She covered her face with her arm.

“Why are you hiding?”

“I just … I feel sort of on display.”

He leaned forward and tongued her nipple, eyes locked on hers. “And what a magnificent display it is. A woman is pleasure for more than what she can do for a man. The sight of her is pleasure for the eyes. The smell of her, pleasure to the senses. The feel of her is pleasure for wandering fingers.”

Goosebumps flared across her arms, as he trailed his fingertips along her skin.

“You’re ashamed of your sexuality, but a woman needs to know herself.” Down, his fingers traveled. Lower. Lower. “Embrace those thoughts that run through your mind as you touch yourself. What gets you off? A soft caress? A punitive slap? Humiliation? Degradation? Depravity of your soul?” A long pause followed his question, and the distinct awareness of her puckering nipples came with a light flick.

Which question had brought
that
on?

“Be honest with yourself.”

She laughed. “I
honestly
don’t know. Moms don’t have time to play with dildos every night, and I’ve never been interested—”

His ministrations silenced her words. In unrelenting circles, he painted both nipples with his tongue as he lifted the weight of her breast. She tipped her head back and moaned, flinching when she lost her footing.

“Now, on to reason number two.”

Gavin left the bathroom for less than a minute, and returned carrying a feather.

Using the plume, he drifted the feather across her chest, over each breast, circling her nipples. Sabelle tugged at the chains, wanting nothing more than to touch where the tickle left her thighs quivering.

“You can’t push me away,” he whispered.

She sucked in a breath. “Oh, gods!”

Could the man make her orgasm from a simple feather at her breast? Impossible. Yet, the edge seemed in sight, as tension in her muscles left her limbs trembling.

“Reason number three. How easily I can remove your clothing.” He knelt to the floor, hooking her black lace panties in his teeth, and just like that, they’d become rags.

“Reason number four. Much easier to wrap your legs over my shoulder while I devour you.”

Oh, no
. Sabelle sucked in heavy, ragged breaths, as he lifted her legs up over his shoulder, leaving her hanging by her wrists.

His tongue probed her.

Her jaw damn near unhinged, toes curled into his back, ass pressing into the cold, unyielding wall behind her. Over her clit and up inside, he licked and tongue-fucked. Part of her wanted to fold into herself and die of humiliation.

Bound and devoured.

Another part of her wanted to smile, laugh and let go. Thrill in the pleasure the man so effortlessly doled out like a master. His pace, his rhythm, knowing when to suck and blow and tongue and kiss. Like watching … an
artist
. One who felt comfortable with the body; one whose passion shone clear in his skills.

The cresting of the orgasm rose like the sun over a darkened world. She could feel the heat building, swirling, washing through her in waves of need. Her muscles trembled. Heels dug into Gavin’s back. She thrust her hips into his face, and like the fucking king of cunnilingus, he delivered the most mind-blowing flick of his tongue that sent her right over the edge.

Her voice reverberated off the walls, and Gavin set her feet back on the chilly tiles before coming to a stand. With one hand on her cuffs, he cupped her face. “The last is my favorite.”

Her legs wobbled beneath her weight. He pushed two fingers up inside of her, stroking her walls, and another orgasm slammed into her at the same time a haze of red flared in her eyes.

“There it is.” He smiled knowingly. Of course he knew. The man had probably done that same thing to hundreds of women before her. “Fucking music to my ears.”

Removing his robe allowed her to feast on his chiseled naked form, before he lifted her up into his arms, unhooking her from the bar, and carried her across the bathroom to the shower. Un-clicking the locks, he set her arms free then flipped on the water. Steam swirled and rose up over the top, thickening the room with the scent of Gavin’s musky body wash. Undeniably man.

It called to her inner succubus, and Sabelle’s mouth instantly watered. “What is it men use to make themselves smell so delicious?”

Stepping inside, he set her to her feet, closed the shower door behind himself. Gavin’s kisses at her throat tipped her head back against the tiles, had her eyes rolling back. “What makes you smell delicious?”

“When you’re … doing that. It turns me on.”

“Then, I’ll keep doing this.” His hand drifted down to her slick breasts, sliding against the water trailing down her chest. “Your body is incredible. Supple.”

“You keep saying that … I’m just a mom.”

“Milf.” He chuckled as his teeth grazed her nipple.

Sabelle tipped her head back and breathed out a laugh. “You say that to all the moms, don’t you?”

“You’re the first.”

“Well, then. I feel honored.”

“You should.” His hand reached down between her thighs, and he smiled against her lips before kissing them. “No single female has ever had me so strung out so goddamn tight. I could, quite possibly, explode if I don’t fuck you tonight.”

“Well, we can’t have that. Demon parts all over the place. How messy.”

His breathing hastened. “This isn’t going to be some quick fuck, Sabelle. I’m going to show you what this hot body of yours can do. I’ll make you change your mind about moms just being moms. Tonight, you’re going to be my dirty fucking playgirl. I want you to lose control with me. Let it all go. Is that clear?”

His words!
Like he’d reached down into her thoughts and scrambled the bits that left her feeling self-conscious and inadequate—turning them into something fantasies were made of.

She’d always wanted hot, steamy, erotic sex. In her world, though, that meant a life. Demons were resistant to having their souls stripped, unless they were on the verge of absolute death, but demons didn’t give the succubi the time of day. Sex with a human just wasn’t the same. Most times, they came too fast, and the succubi would be left sucking a soul instead of basking in orgasm. Except for those who’d found their trigger—something Sabelle had yet to stumble upon.

She smiled and bit her lip, high on the anticipation. “Okay,” she breathed. “Tonight … okay.”

“Anna’s taking care of your kids. So, tonight, I’m going to take care of
you.
”

No.
Her insides set up an instant battle against the thought of being cared for, and Sabelle closed her eyes. In the world of the succubi, no one cared for anyone. Mothers didn’t care for their children. Fathers didn’t care for the mothers. Pimps cared for no one.

So, let him.

“Gavin …” He’d already lathered soap and ran the washcloth over her neck, shoulders and arms. “I can—”

Her words were cut off by his finger pressed against her lips. “Shhhh.” He replaced them with his mouth, tugging her wet hair back, stretching her neck taut, and kissed her throat.

“I’ll do this on one condition.” She strained against his pull.

“Which is?”

“I get to wash you, too.”

“Deal.” His muffled voice rumbled against her neck.

Gavin rinsed her off and gave one last kiss, before turning his back to her and passing the body wash over his shoulder. His broad shoulders ended in a perfect V, down to slim hips that gave way to muscular thighs. Chiseled. Tight. Absolute perfection. She’d been with humans who’d worked their asses off to achieve what Gavin flaunted so effortlessly.

She slid her hands over the rough muscle, the bumps and ridges that defined every one. His angular, rough-hewn face matched the body he hid beneath business suits.

For one night, he belonged to her. How many people tried to get a piece of Gavin’s time in a day?

Tonight, though, his focus was on her.

A smile stretched across her face, and she lathered the soap, marveling as his muscles flexed while the sponge drifted down his back. With each swipe, she trailed her hand behind it, massaging the suds into his skin.

One long deep inhale filled her mouth with the scent of him. “Mmmm.”

He turned around, licking his lips, as he leaned in to kiss her. Tipping his head allowed the streams of water to trickle down his chest, washing away the soap she’d scrubbed there.

“One moment.” Stepping past her, Gavin opened the shower door and rifled through a small cabinet beside the stall. Tearing piqued Sabelle’s curiosity, until he turned, rolling a condom down his length.

Her mother had always taught her that condoms were a man’s way of telling a woman he thought she was dirty.

Sabelle had come to appreciate the gesture as a show of respect.

He lifted her up, clutching her thigh, and backed her into the tiles. His tip stood high and proud between them. Sabelle reached down, grasping hold of him, reveling in his lust-filled expression as she toyed with his crown through the thin, skintight shield.

“That’s a death grip.” His eyes blazed red. “Do something with it, or I won’t be held responsible for what I’ll have to kill tonight.”

“Tell me what you want, demon.” Sabelle grazed her teeth against the stubble of his chin, allowing the water, beating from behind, to trickle inside her mouth.

His parted lips twitched. “I want to be buried inside of you, woman. I want to hear your screams echo in my ear. I want to fuck you.”

She guided him slowly inside, heart kicking up, as he growled in her ear. Tiny moans of desperation escaped her on a shuddered breath that echoed in the stall. He thrust forward, and Sabelle clamped her legs around him, a bright flash of pain clenching her teeth. She cursed at the tightness. Hell, he wasn’t even all the way in, yet, and she felt completely impaled.

Gavin rested his head against her shoulder and shivered in her grasp. Not moving, just keeping himself inside her. His breaths hastened. Each exhale carried a guttural sound, like an animal. He sucked in a long inhale from her neck, and his hips pumped in slow, perfect rhythm.

Waves of pleasure purling through her veins ruffled across her flesh in a wake of goosebumps.

“I’ll go easy, baby.”

His chest pressed into hers, and Sabelle dug her nails into his scalp.

“You feel so good.” Her fingers curled in his hair, as his cock plunged inside her, deeper with each thrust, until the water and her wetness allowed an easy, steady glide. Each time he entered, her thighs tightened, clutching him from inside, and Sabelle reveled in the sensation. The upside of being a succubus happened to be incredibly sensitive walls that let her feel every inch of him. In and out. Every delicious stroke. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.” He upped his pace, and his grip of her hair tightened. “This pussy is mine all night long.”

His eyes had turned to a blood red. What should have frightened her actually had Sabelle’s tongue raking against her teeth. The beast. She’d brought it out of hiding, and thrilled at the consequences staring back at her. An urge to incite him, to tease his monster, took over all her good sense. As long as she could avoid the teeth, Gavin’s savage form, fierce and wild, could be the most exciting sex she’d ever experienced.