Free Darkling by Em Petrova

of his boxers, and suddenly the pressure was too
much. He had to take it out.
    Gliding a palm down his lower abs, he reached into his
underwear and clamped his fingers around his erection. With a quiet grunt, he
tipped his head up to stare at the ceiling, praying for restraint but dying to
unload. He hadn’t been this worked up since he was a teen and May Clee, the
girl who’d once claimed he had weird ears, had dropped to her knees and given
him his very first blowjob.
    He stroked his balls, absorbing the shocks of need that
ripped through him.
    A creaking step drew him up straight. Instantly, he withdrew
his hand and looked toward the door as Vega slipped into his room.
    His breath caught.
    She’d shed her layers, but rather than wearing the t-shirt
he’d provided, she wore a flimsy black slip. It stretched taut between her full
breasts, and in the dimness, he caught the dark shadow of her nipples.
    Oh my God. How am I going to resist this?
    He dug his palms into the mattress and hitched himself into
an upright position. She lingered in the shadows but her fragrance wafted to
him, riding on the currents of the air-conditioning, filling his head with
alluring jasmine and his body with lust.
    “Vega, what’s the matter?”
    She drifted into the room, weaving through the slivers of cool
moonlight. The icy light flickered over her skin, illuminating the slender arch
of her throat, her narrow torso, her round upper thigh.
    He ground his molars against the need to come. If he’d
thought himself hard before, now he was steely. Fullness and pressure consumed
his groin, demanding release. He dug his fingers into the covers and forced
himself to remain in bed. The instant he got up, she’d be in his arms, his lips
slamming over hers.
    “I can’t sleep at night.”
    Her lilting soprano sent a spike of need straight to his
cock. His shaft bobbed against his lower abs, pummeling the cloth of his
underwear for exit.
    “Are you feeling well?” He didn’t know if he could
concentrate on the answer. She’d moved to the window and stood silhouetted in
the moonlight, giving him a full glimpse of her body.
    A gong of sensation rang through his soul. Lust filled his
veins like quicksilver. The ripe mounds of her breasts were in profile to him,
the tips pointed and straining against the sheer slip. Her waist dipped dramatically
at the rib cage but swelled to a fuller area below her navel. And her hips…
    He scrubbed his hands over his face to dispel the desire to
nuzzle her round hips, to grip them in his hands and draw her moist, dark heat
to his mouth. A groan escaped him.
    She began to move, hips tilting up, down, side to side. Each
slender arm was held aloft, her fingers splayed gracefully as her upper body
moved in precise juxtaposition to her lower.
    Belly dancing.
    His breathing was ragged as he watched her waist dip and
curl to match her erotic movements. Raven waves tumbled over her shoulders and
slipped against her undulating spine. He jerked forward but caught himself
before he could bound off the bed, twist his fists into her hair, yank her head
back and plunge his tongue between her sultry lips. Fuck, he wanted it. Bad. If
he watched her much longer, he was going to come in his pants, and he wouldn’t
be quiet about it. He’d roar out his pleasure.
    “Vega…”
    A soft smile touched her lips as she twisted to look over
one shoulder at him. The blue light kissed her brow, her high cheekbone, and
the full pout of her lower lip. Sweet Jesus, he wanted to bite down on that lip
and tug it until she begged for his kiss.
    “Don’t you think the night is lovely, Niles?”
    He thought if he could just hold her in his arms, every
other embrace he’d experienced in his life would seem pale.
    “Yes.” His voice was a harsh rasp. “Stunning.”
    “The stars are so beautiful, aren’t they? Vibrant. See how
they wink?” The length of one thigh flashed as she turned and padded toward the
bed in a series of tiptoeing