Demon Chained (Shadowfae Chronicles)

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sensation down to the ragged bruise on my hip, and I bite my lip with a groan and try to squirm away. He's not really gonna . . . he sure is. He slides his muscular tongue into the wound, and the skin pops, a sharp sting. Warm liquid seeps out and trickles down my hip, and he catches it with a little laugh, swiping it away with a sweet lick and a graze of sharp teeth.
    My desire sizzles, but at the same time I'm mortified. He doesn't understand what he's doing. It's like I'm seducing a child. I should push him away, smack his beautiful head into the porcelain to snap him out of it, but I'm clutching the side of the bath so hard my knuckles pop. I'm quivering all over, every muscle clenched. I'm swooning in the sensation of his hot skin slicking over me, his teeth teasing me, and I don't have the will to stop him. He tastes so strong, so visceral, his smell so dark and edible. I want to chew his skin until it bleeds, bite his balls, gnaw on his fingers and his cock, shove my tongue inside him and swallow.
    I don't remember lust being like this. Maybe I'm into weird shit now I'm dead. Or maybe it's just Gavain, with his tight horny ass and his crushable hair and his suckable berry-red lips and now he's sliding that swelling mouth around my cock and shit damn holy crap what was I thinking about anyway?
    He takes me in, sucking as he moves down. Deadly heat spreads in my balls like poison. When he withdraws, his lips leave a reddish fairy stain. I shudder, my cock straining even harder, and pull him down onto me, knotting his hair around my fingers. He wraps his tongue around me and sucks harder, deeper, until the sweet wet softness of his throat enfolds me. Damn, it's good. But it feels distant, remote, like he's doing it through a condom. I want it raw, painful, so hard I scream.
    Gavain grins around me, his teeth scraping me playfully as he backs off. He presses his tongue into the dimple, sucking out shining fluid. At the same time his hand disappears between my legs. He massages my balls, mashing sweet delight through my guts, and twists one long wet finger into my ass.
    Nerves dancing everywhere, the slow burn sinking deeper under my skin. I groan, my muscles convulsing around him. He searches with his fingertip, rubbing slowly back and forth, and hot pleasure coils deep inside me, tighter, firmer, spreading. And then he sinks his mouth back onto my cock, and it's heaven, hot, hard, relentless. Christ. This isn't going to take very long.
    My balls clench, and a burning knot of pressure unravels at the base of my cock, dragging desperate pleasure upwards. My breath hurts my lungs, hot and abrasive. God, I want it. Want to come inside him, watch him swallow.
    But this is so wrong. He doesn't understand. It isn't fresh, the mess I'm going to make.
    I bang my head back against the bathtub, cracking my teeth together, but the pain only makes it feel better. I grab his hair to pull him off me, but he won't budge. He just takes me deeper, swallowing. "Stop, Gavain. Back off or you'll get a mouthful."
    He just flicks his ruby gaze up at me, lust-glazed, and there's nothing I can do.
    My orgasm boils to the surface and erupts, and he clamps down and sucks it out of me, hard, painful, exquisite. Blood slides away from my head, blinding. God, if I wasn't dead already, he'd kill me. Cramp rips my muscles, and I can't move, only let him pleasure me, let him drink what feels like a massive glut of my liquid, and I know it's full of blood and water and flesh but he doesn't gag or spit. He just swallows, and watches me as I come.
    When I'm done, and gasping to catch my breath so I don't drown, he licks me clean, calmly climbs out of the bath and shuts the water off.
    Just like that.
    Fuck. Suddenly, I'm cold. Mortified. What have I done? What have I let him do? Gavain's just a fairy-mad kid, with half his wits gone walkabout. He's not thinking straight. And I've smeared his beautiful body with my filth.
    I've violated him, and he's too

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