She Knows Ch. 05

Asher smiled triumphantly, but didn't immediately jump my bones like I wanted. Instead, he straightened his arms and undid the cufflinks at his wrists. The movement drew me to the clothes draped over his body: black button down, black slacks, shiny black dress shoes.

"Too long," I moaned, tossing my head back and forth.

The man never quickened his pace as his nimble fingers went to the buttons down his front. "I will have you when I am ready."

I mentally groaned. One of those guys. If he started bossing me around like some S&M Dom—well, I was going to let him and then get upset.

I was as patient as a girl could be as he shrugged out of his shirt, and tugged the black tank top he wore underneath over his head. Tattoos curved around his torso, individual yet linked. They looked tribal, intricate. There was no color, just complicated symbols that called back to the Celtic knots and even further back to fealty and oaths on skin.

He was lean, muscled, but defined. It looked like a giant arrow was pointing to his dick, and I couldn't help my gaze going there. He undid the buckle, popped the button on his pants, and slid down the zipper. The slacks fell in a soft whomp to the floor, leaving him completely naked. The man hadn't bothered with underwear and I thanked my lucky stars for that.

His cock was thick, blush pink with veins of purple and blue. It bounced for a second before flattening against his stomach, tip leaking clear fluid. He was just as ready as I was—strung up balls didn't lie.

I moved restlessly against the sheets. "Now."

His voice was harsh, "I'm not ready yet."

"Well I am," I snapped angrily, meeting his heated gaze with my own.

We fought for a second, disregarding my bound state and his free one. I could say things to him that would have him inside me in a second; he could do things that would make me betray my father. The latter frightened me out of the stare.

Asher smiled as he looked down at me again. "What have you done?" he asked.

"Everything."

A faint smile touched his lips. "Liar."

He moved to the foot of the bed, unbinding one foot and then the other. He padded silently around the room, freeing me without a word. I rubbed my wrists absently as I knelt on the bed, waiting to see what he would do next.

"I don't need you bound to have you listen to me. Takes the fun out of things if you don't do it freely."

I stiffened, still horny as hell, but with a shred of dignity that wouldn't let go. "I'm not a submissive or a masochist."

"Never said you were," he replied evenly, "but I'm bigger than you've ever had. I don't want to hurt you on the first go."

"I'm a succubus."

"Still a woman," he added in that same infuriatingly even tone. "Come to the edge of the bed, dangle your legs over, but keep your ass on the mattress."

I did as he instructed and crossed my arms with a "Hrump."

He chuckled darkly before dropping to his knees and stroking the backs of my thighs with calloused hands. "Why were you hunting in daylight?"

I moved my arms and leaned up on my elbows. "Now? You wanna do this now?"

His hands stroked down to my ankles before moving up to the backs of my thighs and gently lifting me. I felt the warm heat of his shoulders beneath the backs of my knees, the soft push of breath from between his lips in the apex of my thighs, and I flopped back down.

"No time like the present." He swiped his tongue on my inner thigh. "Be honest and I'll give you a reward."

"Fuck your rew—Ahh!"

Asher sucked my clit quickly, painfully, running his teeth gently over the nub before pulling back. "Lie or be rude and I'll punish you."

The truth? I tried to remember what that was. His lips and tongue were doing wonderful things, making it damned hard to think. The truth was that I ran away from an arranged marriage. The truth was I was a succubus who might as well be virgin for every sexual thing I'd done. The truth was I wanted a vampire to fuck me until I couldn't think without his cock inside me.

Stupid time of the month!

"The truth," I gasped, moving my hips in a figure eight, "is that I wasn't hunting vampires in the daylight."

I felt satisfied with that answer, it told him nothing but was the absolute truth. His thumb brushed my clit as two very thick fingers entered me. I arched at the contact, turning my head and biting the sheets when he curved those digits and stroked my g-spot.

"What were you doing?"

"W-What?" I moaned, thighs spasming around his head. I was so close to orgasming, I could smell it, hear the suckling sounds of his fingers drawing back and thrusting into me.

His voice was calm, unaffected, "What were you doing in the train station?"

I groaned low, slamming my hips into his face. Not now, please not now. I had a feeling he was going to draw back and leave me dangling on the edge, a needy mess of hungry nerve endings crying out for release.

"R-Running away."

"From?"

So close, so close. "My father w-wants me to marry a g-giant chieftain," I panted, eyes squeezed shut. "I d-don't want to. I ran away."

"Good girl," he purred, pulling his fingers all the way out of me with an audible pop. I waited, calves locked tight, thighs quivering, for his next move. It came quick. He thrust three fingers into the knuckles at the same moment he leaned in and flicked my clit rapidly with his tongue. I arched off the bed, head thrown back, nails digging into my palms through the sheets. He laid his tongue flat against my clit, molding his lips around the nub.

I cried out, screamed at the dark ceiling as Asher sucked, pulled, and thrust. More. I wanted so much more. I could feel the wings at my back expanding, contracting, pushing against my skin to be set free. I used the sheets to leverage myself away from Asher. I wanted more of something that I shouldn't have, this was what my mother and father warned me about. If I didn't check my power, I would drain the vamp and suck him dry of his energy.

"Stay," Asher growled, the vibrations hitting my clit with the power of a ten speed vibrater.

I slammed my head against the sheets, fighting my nature. "No. No. No . . . ."

And that's when he bit me, sunk his fangs into the hypersensitive flesh of my clit. My eyes expanded, took in every molecule in the room; then they contracted, flashed from one thing to the next in a blur until everything was one dark mass. My wings exploded from my back, edged talons digging into the posts on either side of the bed. My thighs clamped like iron around his head, and I loathed the fact that my demon half was going to squash the best lay I ever had.

Asher laughed, the sound rich and heady. He snapped my legs wide, fingers bruising the inner flesh of my thighs. He smiled down at me, eyes an affair of black and crimson, twin fangs longer than my middle fingers. He met me, beast for beast. "Succubus."

I shoved his hands off my thighs, and locked my ankles at the small of his back, dragging his erection to me. "Vampire," I returned in Balinese.

He fed himself into me, thumb stroking my clit, readying me for another orgasm. I growled as he took up every inch, expanding me to the limit. This was what I waited for, something no puny human male or cocksure incubus could deliver. A vampire made me cum. A vampire ate me out. A vampire was working inside of me like I might break, like I wasn't heated elastic convulsing around his cock.

There was a moment to pause, gather in breath, decide how much I could really take. He was in me to the hilt, balls tapping my ass. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. For a crazy second I wanted to kiss him, run my tongue over his fangs and fight his tongue for room in his mouth. He was mine, everything he was belonged to me.

No, my mind rebelled. You are a demon, first class succubus. Vampires are beneath you. Yet I found this one above me. Funny how that worked.

"Beg." A command, clawed from his throat and spat at me. My wings moved, drew my body back, and forced me down onto his cock. He groaned.

"You. First."

His hand shot to my hair, claws digging into my scalp. He tilted me, leaned down and ran his nose from my ear to the vein throbbing at my neck. "You smell delicious."

I dug my taloned wings from the bed posts, ready to rake them down his back, when something pierced the leather appendages, holding them hostage against the bed. I moved my eyes to the side and gasped. Two imposing arches of iridescent, reflective gray extended from Asher's back and swooped down to taloned points.

I'd fought vampires for the better part of seven years and never, never had I seen one with wings. It was unheard of. Only the echelon of demon society had wings, and they were hard to master. They were difficult to summon from the patterned birthmark on my back, and almost impossible to control. The best I could do was embed the talons into something and use them as mock crutches.

"Surprised?" he rumbled against my throat.

"You're not a vampire." An ancient wouldn't have wings, no matter how powerful. "What are you?"

He drew back and released my hair. I felt him swell inside of me, a reminder that we were still having sex. "I am a vampire. Those things you hunt are pale imitations of me. The Windigos did not create them, vampires bred with Banshees to create Windigos. And it was those Windigos that interbred and birthed who you now kill and label 'vampires'." He drew out until only the thick mushroom tip of him was inside, and then slammed home, breaking a wooden slat under the bed. "Never confuse me with them."

I was pinned by his hands and his wings, but I didn't feel trapped. Incubi and succubi were born bull-headed and strong. We were the ones that held others captive, almost exclusively in the sexual sense. To be on the receiving end felt rebellious. It was something I wasn't supposed to do, yet here I was, relinquishing control and feeding into some primal part of me that wanted a vampire in charge.

I screamed, lost in the drive of his hips and the pressure of his fangs as he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, bit deep, and I came apart. I felt him in my blood, moving like lightning through my system. When he hit my brain, I shook, rattled.

Feel me, he whispered in the closed confines of my mind. Inside you. Here. He tilted my hips up and thrust down to drive the point home.

I panicked, overwhelmed. I didn't know what I'd gotten myself into. Why had I thought I could kill him, challenge this creature? He was light years away from my experience, on a plane I'd never reach.

Then steal it, my inner voice whispered. I doubted it was that easy, but my mind was clouded. He bit me and gained access to my mind, could I do the same to him?

I felt the exact moment he realized what I planned to do and hastily pulled back. I clamped tighter, used my strength to launch myself at him, lock my arms and bite down on his shoulder. He roared, and slammed us back against the wall on the other side of the room. He rolled and pinned me against a solid wood door.

He wrenched my head back from his shoulder and locked his finger around my neck. "Fool," Asher growled. "Do you know what you've done?"

I glared up at him, turned my head, and spat out his blood. I wanted to swallow it—it tasted so good—but I had enough of him inside me thank you very much. "The same thing you did. Doesn't feel so good does it?"

His smile was sinister and left me with a cold feeling of dread. "You think it's the same? No, sweetling, it's not. What you just did—during this—" He chuckled, and flexed inside of me. The man had yet to come, and when he did I wondered if I would lose a chunk of my soul. "You belong to me now, Vera."

I fought against the words that felt too real, rang with a truth I wasn't ready for. It didn't help that I could still taste him in my mouth, tingling over my taste buds. "I am my own person, vampire."

He pulled out, spun me around quick and bent me over. I braced my hands against the wall, moaning when his tongue trailed wet heat from the curve of my ass to the shell of my ear. "Try and hold onto that thought."

Asher pushed into my ass and I gasped; I'd never done anal. The pain wasn't as intense as I was expecting, and hurt as much as my first time with Brodie. I jumped and pulled Asher deeper when his fingers teased my clit and entered me.

I dropped my head, and reached back to feel his thighs. He thrust; they flexed; I moaned. My legs shook as the vampire took everything from me and I let him. My third—or was it fourth—orgasm clawed at me. Asher thrust faster, three fingers inside my pussy and a dick in my ass. I opened my mouth to scream, found it scratchy, dry and useless, as he came.

My legs gave out, the carpet rushed to greet my knees, but he caught me and pulled me against him. I felt him, still thick and hard, slide out of me and his seed trail down my thighs. Asher walked backwards until the backs of his legs hit the wooden frame of the bed, then he sat.

Boneless and replete on his lap, I couldn't even move. I heard him digging around for something in one of the bedside tables, but closed my eyes. Who cared? I was so far past the point, it wasn't even showing up in my rearview mirror.

Liquid poured, and something cool and wet pressed between my legs. I flinched, over sensitized.

"Shh," he soothed, completely at odds with the bad ass vampire who'd taken me a second ago. "It's a wet cloth. It'll help."

For a few minutes we sat, me on his lap and him on the bed. I couldn't think up one snarky comment as he cleaned me and then himself. I was filled, his energy thrumming through me like a live wire. But I was also tired, drained from running from my father, getting captured by Asher, and having explosive sex with the vampire.

Asher moved us and I felt silk sheets slide against my cooling body. The bed dipped, a reminder of the broken slat beneath. I was still shaking, could still feel him inside me as he settled and dragged my back to his chest. It was more comfort than I wanted, and I couldn't help but wonder at the intimacy. Brodie usually tugged his clothes back on, gave me a chaste kiss, and went off. Our sole mission as incubi and succubi was to fuck. There didn't have to be love, or previous affection, and there sure as hell were no tender embraces afterwards. If a succubus still wanted a guy or gal after coming, that was romantic.

"Why are you doing this?" I rasped out, coughing and rubbing my throat with my fingers. He passed me a bottle of water and I sat up to drink a few swallows before passing it back to him and laying down again.

"You are mine," he breathed across my naked shoulder as he resettled, and squeezed his arm under my head to work as a pillow. "You shouldn't have bitten me if you wanted it another way."

Oh now he tells me.

"Sleep, Vera," he ordered, the room darkening as he blew out the candles. "I'll wake you up in an hour and take you again."

I yawned as sleep pulled at me, "Uh-huh. We'll see about that."