Authors: Stacie Simpson
I felt like a cherished
treasure.
When the kiss was over
Solomon rested his forehead against mine and whispered, “If ever you doubt what
you mean to me you only have to look into my mind to know the truth. Someday we
will share everything through the mating bond, but for now my mind is an open
book that I invite you to read.”
“I don’t know what to say
Solomon,” I whispered just as quietly as he had.
“You don’t have to say
anything Renee.” He kissed my lips then lifted his head. “Let’s go find Simone
and get this over with.”
This was going to be very
awkward. With introductions out of the way, we were all sitting on the ground
in a nearby grassy meadow. Simone suggested we go to Solomon’s suite but I
vetoed that idea right off the bat. I knew that no matter what our intentions
were, once the blood started flowing, the sex demon pheromones would follow and
we’d all be swept away in a wave of desire. I hoped that the fresh air and
wide-open space would help our brains stay in control when our bodies would
otherwise dive right in and let us drown.
Solomon was kneeling behind
Simone and I had to fight the urge to grab a handful of her hair and snatch her
away from him. Being a sex demon, Simone naturally oozed sex appeal from every
pore on her body. From the way her silky dress accentuated her voluptuous
curves to the way she sat so gracefully with her long, lean legs curled beside
her, everything about Simone was meant to draw in her prey. I didn’t want
Solomon to be her next victim even if it was supposed to be an equal exchange
of energy - her life force for his lust.
With an elegant toss of her
head, Simone’s hair fell back over her shoulder in a cascade of brunette curls,
giving Solomon free access to her throat. His eyes met mine, black ringed with
gold and I knew what he was asking.
Was I ready for this?
I swallowed hard then nodded
and he leaned down to sink his fangs into Simone’s slender neck. They both
moaned and I immediately felt the effects of her pheromones. She was obviously
trying to minimize her reaction, but some things were just impossible to contain.
Just like drinking blood caused overwhelming lust for vampires and
nightshifters, absorbing lust triggered a burst of pheromones from sex demons.
Solomon’s gaze held mine as
her blood rushed into his mouth and the pheromones invaded our senses. The lust
created by sex demon pheromones was purely physical and though it affected
humans more than supernaturals, no one was immune to the effects. Combine that
with drinking blood and you had a one-way ticket to the land of mindless
orgasmic pleasure.
As I watched his mouth work,
my nipples tightened and the fire already burning inside me flamed to life,
readying my body for the thrust of a long, hard shaft. From the looks of
things, Solomon was right there with me. He was gripping Simone’s shoulders so tightly
I was surprised he wasn’t drawing blood with the way his fingers were digging
into her flesh.
And his eyes...
They were still locked with
mine, but with that much lust burning in their depths, I couldn’t be sure if he
was really seeing me or not.
Normally we couldn’t get into
supernatural minds, but our donors left themselves wide open when we fed. If
sex was involved, we only projected the physical sensations caused by feeding
into our donors. It added to the pleasure we were already sharing and made the
sex hundreds of times better. If sex wasn’t involved our donors usually wanted
us to create some kind of fantasy in their minds while we drank. It was one of
the reasons so many people were willing to donate their blood to us. The
fantasies we created were very real with not only visuals but also tastes,
smells and sensations to satisfy all the senses.
Most people wanted to
experience fantasies involving themselves, but sex demons were less picky.
After all, they thrived on all sex and lust whether they were participating or
just sitting back watching the show. The question now was; which option had
Solomon chosen for this feeding?
The longer Solomon fed, the
more I felt like I was on the outside looking in. Was I really a part of this
or just an unwelcome addition that his fox insisted on being here? Was it me he
saw when his hips thrust forward grinding his erection against her back, when
his arm came around pulling her closer? Or were they sharing some mutual
fantasy that I wasn’t even a part of? What was she seeing behind her closed
eyelids as he fed his lust back into her?
When she started massaging
her breasts, the fox growled inside me and I had to agree. How was this any
better than watching him have sex with her? I’d always known he fed and had
sex, usually in public, but I’d been careful not to actually watch him doing
either. Now I realized that seeing this would have changed everything. I never
would have been able to sit back and let all those other women have him if I’d
had to see this up close and personal night after night.
As my sire, Solomon had
always been able to enter my mind but I’d never had access to his before.
Earlier when he told me he was leaving his mind open to me, I hadn’t thought
I’d ever take him up on the offer. Now, I had to know what they were seeing.
Was he fucking her six ways to Sunday in their shared fantasy? I wasn’t sure I
could live with that knowledge if he was, but I still had to know.
When I slipped into his mind,
I found myself pinned to a wall, with Solomon frantically thrusting between my
legs. His fangs were buried in my neck and he was sucking with strong pulls of
his mouth. The desire I felt from the pheromones went from one to a million in
a split second and I cried out as the mother of all orgasms crashed over me.
Solomon lifted his head and roared with my blood dripping from his fangs as he
pounded into me, multiplying the spasms that already shook my body. My fingers
clawed at his back and I tried to hold on through the maelstrom of sensations until
finally, he thrust deep and hard, giving himself over to the storm as another
wave of ecstasy pulled me under.
Solomon fell to his knees,
breathing hard with me still wrapped around him and rested his forehead on the
wall behind me. Through the haze of afterglow, I noticed we were in The
Catacombs back at Myths and Legends. The club was empty except for Simone who
was perched on a barstool watching every move we made with rapt attention. For
a second, I was angry because this should have been private, but then I
realized I couldn’t have it both ways. Either I wanted him to fantasize about
me while he drank from other women, or I had to accept him fantasizing about
them.
The fantasy faded and we were
all left lying on the soft grass, panting and twitching with the residual
spasms from our orgasms. When the near convulsions finally stopped Solomon
crawled over and collapsed beside me.
Moments later Simone appeared
above us dangling a pair of strappy heels from her fingers. “If either of you
ever needs to feed again, feel free to call me - especially if it’s before your
bond is complete.” A tremor ran through her body and her eyes rolled back for a
second. “I’ve fed off a lot of couples during the mating frenzy, but it’s never
felt like that before.” Another smaller tremor made her shiver then she walked
away shaking her head.
After a while I asked, “Do
you think it will always be like that when one of us needs to feed?”
“I sincerely hope so,”
Solomon replied, laughing as he dodged my hand flying out to smack him.
I turned on my side to face
him. “Try to be serious for a minute. Yes it felt amazing, but that wasn’t what
I was talking about. I’m not sure I can do that again knowing our donor will be
watching everything we do. You might be used to having an audience but I’m
not.”
“I knew you’d feel that way.
That’s why I made sure Simone didn’t see anything that went on between us in
that fantasy.”
“How is that possible? I saw
her there watching us from the barstool.”
He rolled towards me and
tucked my hair behind my ear. To anyone else my hair was short and curly with
barrettes holding it away from my face, but Solomon could always see and feel
my real hair beneath the spell when he wanted to. “That was something your mind
interjected into the fantasy, probably because you were so worried about her
being here with us. Simone had her own fantasy with a wolf shifter from
security that she has the hots for.”
“I forgot you could project
more than one vision at a time. How do you do that while you’re feeding though
- especially with the pheromones too?”
He shrugged his shoulder. “To
be good at magic you have to be able to multitask. I’ve been training since
birth to divide my attention between multiple spells at the same time. Once I
became a nightshifter, I applied that same training to the mind control.
However, since I actually wanted to enjoy my fantasy I kept things simple.
Simone essentially saw and felt the same things we did only with her and the
wolf taking our places.”
I felt a slight pressure on
my mind and suddenly there was snow falling from the moonlit sky. “Now look
that way,” he instructed, pointing behind me. I turned around to find daisies
drifting down from a bright, sunny sky.
Laughing, I turned back to
face him. “Okay, I get it, similar but not quite the same. Can you teach me to
do that for when it’s my turn to feed?”
He shook his head and the
pressure vanished from my mind at the same time that the snow stopped falling.
“I’ve tried to teach people before, but I think it’s a sorcerer thing. Somehow,
our brains just work a little differently. When it’s time for you to feed, I’ll
take care of your donor’s fantasy. I don’t want anyone else having sex with
you, not even if it’s only in their heads.”
I snorted. “How do you think
my male donors are going to feel about that?”
“I’m sure we’ll find someone
willing to go along with our plan, but I can tell you now that it won’t be that
fire demon.”
“Well duh,” I laughed,
rolling my eyes. “I think that goes without saying, just like I’m sure you
realize Rachel will never be an acceptable choice for you.”
His hand smoothed down my hip
and thigh then back up again. I still had my jeans on but it felt incredibly
good to have his hands on my body after all these months. Sex was a line we’d
never crossed before now, but I missed having him to cuddle with at night.
“I can smell him on you Renee
and its driving the fox out of his mind. If it hadn’t been for Doyle and Rook
one of us would be dead right now.”
Propping myself up on my arm
beside him I asked, “Why did they get involved? I thought it was against
shapeshifter laws to interfere when there’s a challenge involving a mate.”
“They were worried about me
fighting the fire demon while I was still weak from the storm. If I had been at
full strength, they would have stayed out of it. If our mating had been public
knowledge, they wouldn’t have interfered either, but I don’t have to challenge
him to save face since no one who saw you making out with him on the dance
floor knew we’re mated. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let him get away with
putting his hands on my mate. It just means I could let it go until after I
fed.”
He wasn’t angry exactly; it
was more like his fox was riding him to protect what was his. I never would
have understood that before I suddenly woke up one morning with a fox sharing
my soul.
I sighed looking away from
him. “I’m sorry for what I did tonight. I knew I was only making things worse,
but Dimitri was there for me when I was hurt and confused.”
“I know his type Renee; he’s
never going to give you up. He won’t even let our mating stand in his way and
you know what that means.”
Yes, I knew exactly what that
meant. Shapeshifters didn’t screw around when it came to their mates. Once our
mating was announced Solomon would have to meet any challenge to his place as
my mate or he would be seen as weak in the eyes of his clansmen. And weak clan
leaders did not stay in power very long at all.
“Hey,” Solomon said, gently
brushing the side of my face until I met his bright gold eyes. “Let’s go for a
run.”
My brows drew together. “A
run? Since when do you run?”
He gave me his patient smile.
“I haven’t seen your fox yet, and it’s been a while since I’ve let mine out to
run.”
“Oh...” I felt my lips curl
at the corners. “That actually sounds like fun. My fox wants me to let her out
more but I’m always afraid some farmer is going to shoot me.”
Laughing he said, “That’s
always a very real possibility in the human world, but we’ll be fine here. Come
on, let’s go explore the forest.”
Not waiting for a response he
leapt to his feet and removed his jacket, dropping it to the side where it
disappeared before hitting the ground. His arms went up and he stripped off his
T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Oh my...
He was built like a swimmer,
strong arms and shoulders, a trim waist and washboard abs. For just a second I
let myself imagine what it would feel like to smooth my hands over all those
sculpted muscles. Then I tried to distract myself because I wasn’t sure I was
ready to take the next step in this relationship. “Um... Solomon.”