The truth of his cultured words hit her like a slap before he stood and took off his suit jacket. “Do you mind if I join you? It seems a shame to waste a perfectly good bath, don’t you think?”
Amalya wanted to make him explain his odd statement but figured he’d get around to it in his own time. Years of isolation from her sisters and her own kind had taught her patience.
She studied Levi and debated saying no. She’d never let anyone join her in the bath before—for her, baths weren’t sexual. A silly distinction for a succubus to make since she’d had partners in just about every other scenario, location, and position before. But there was definitely something about this man that enticed her and made her want to share even this private sanctuary with him.
She mentally shrugged and relaxed back against the tub. “By all means. There are extra towels just behind that door.”
He smiled and opened the door to her spacious walk-in closet, pulling a large green towel off the shelf and hanging it on the hook next to hers. He toed off his shoes and loosened his tie. “You know, I don’t think I’ve bathed with anyone since I was a child. Baths have always been my private thinking time.”
She smirked at the irony of his statement and raised one brow earning a short laugh from him.
“Touché. Apparently, we are very similar creatures, Amalya. And for interrupting both your day off and your private time, I promise to make it worthwhile.”
Amalya didn’t bother to censor the laugh that bubbled up from her throat. “You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He stilled and met her gaze directly. “Yes. I have no doubt I can give you everything you need.”
She frowned at the strength of the truth in those few words. They hadn’t been said as a boast but almost as a sad fact.
Pure instinct made her add, “I have no doubt you already know I’m a succubus and everything that entails . . .” By which she meant that time spent with her would drain some of his energy.
He smiled slowly. “I’m well aware and not worried in the least, my beauty.”
A weight lifted from her and she sighed as anticipation slid through her. She hadn’t realized what a relief it would be not to have to hide what she was. Even supernaturals tended to try to forget to some extent what she was during their time together.
What would it be like to just be herself with no secrets for a while?
Fascinated by the man in front of her, Amalya allowed herself to relax as Levi continued to undress.
He draped his suit jacket and tie over the closed toilet lid before turning back to her and unbuttoning his expensive, designer shirt.
A surge of delight tripped through her. He seemed eager to be with her—not the well-known courtesan from Sinner’s Redemption, but her. Which she knew was probably only her imagination, but she held on to the sensation anyway.
Each opened button of his shirt revealed a new tantalizing glimpse of firm skin dusted with crisp, dark hairs, and Amalya, riveted in place, couldn’t seem to look away.
Arousal slid through her like fine Cognac, a slow warmth that built in intensity until her nipples hardened under the hot water and familiar slickness formed between her labia. Apparently, her body wholeheartedly agreed with her decision to suspend her day off.
When both sides of Levi’s shirt hung loose to reveal a strong line of firm, male flesh, his hands quickly moved to the button of his slacks.
Amalya tightened her fingers on the porcelain to keep from pushing out of the tub and taking over the simple task. Apparently, his quick, hurried movements weren’t even fast enough for her. She smiled and mentally chided herself for acting like a teenager in a backseat after prom.
So much for all her hard-earned patience.
Levi lowered his zipper and she found herself moistening her lower lip with her tongue as impatience snapped through her to see what was hidden underneath the fine, dark fabric.
When she glanced up into Levi’s face, he was smiling.
Heat seared into her cheeks as she realized she’d been caught staring.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed for looking, Amalya. I fully plan on returning the favor once you’re not hidden in all that water.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his slacks and slid them off along with his dark silk boxers in one fluid motion.
Amalya frowned as Levi bent over to pull the slacks off each foot, blocking her view of his newly revealed body. He was magnificent thus far, and she was impatient to know if his cock matched the rest of the package.
She huffed out a small breath of frustration, laughing at herself in the process. How long had it been since she’d been this anxious to see a man’s cock? Three thousand years? More? She couldn’t remember, which was answer enough.
Levi straightened and tossed his slacks on top of his other clothes, then slipped off his shirt and gave it the same treatment.
Amalya sucked in a breath as her gaze devoured him.
His entire body was a study in male beauty. He was fit and trim with long legs, muscular thighs, a flat stomach, and a long, thick cock that stiffened to attention under her perusal. He wasn’t circumcised, which was rare in this day and age—especially here in the United States where the bulk of her business originated, but since most of her existence had been spent during times when that practice was rare, she appreciated the fine arts of pleasuring a man with foreskin still attached.
Her mouth watered as she imagined taking his hard length between her lips and running her tongue over the taut skin while she sucked him.
As her vivid mental fantasy continued, she ran her gaze over every inch of him within her sight while Levi stepped into the water, settling his large body against the other end of the tub and tangling his legs with hers.
The water level rose to within an inch of the top edge of the tub and a large sigh escaped Levi as he relaxed back and grinned at her.
Suddenly self-conscious for the first time she could remember, Amalya mentally shook herself and pulled out her full work arsenal. “You mentioned there was something you could do for
me
, Levi.” She traced her toes up his inner thigh until she gently brushed against the heavy sac that hung just under his cock. “Why don’t you show me?”
Levi’s hazel eyes darkened to nearly black and his balls tightened against his body making a small surge of triumph snake through Amalya. She’d hated the sensation of being off balance, she liked being the one in control when it came to sex, and she knew exactly what men wanted and how to give it to them.
Without warning, Levi reached out and pulled her across the tub until she straddled him, his hard cock caught between them, nestled against her stomach and burning into her skin like a dark promise. She glanced up to find herself so close to him she could see the small scar that ran just over his right eyebrow. Her heart beat thickly inside her chest as his energy aura pulsed against her in a tempting thrum. Before she could gather her wits and think of something seductive to say, he pulled her firmly against his chest and captured her mouth with his.
The faint taste of warmed whiskey filled her senses as did the scent of something exotic, musky, and very male.
Amalya melted against him as he captured her lips in a slow, but surprisingly firm caress. His arms came around her holding her close but, rather than crushing her to him, gave the impression that she was someone to be treasured.
He sucked gently at her bottom lip, nibbling and teasing without breaking the sensual dance of their kiss.
Surprised and impressed not to be the one doing the leading, Amalya sighed against his lips and laid her palms flat over the muscled male chest in front of her.
He settled her against him more firmly, gently caging her hands between them as he explored her mouth and reactions with lips and teeth and tongue, then artfully repeated those actions that pulled an unwitting sigh, gasp, or shudder from her.
He slowly and expertly kissed her into breathlessness as she enjoyed the sensations of his mouth against hers, and his hard body beneath her. She gave herself up to the unexpected arousal he ignited, wrapping her arms around his neck and spearing her fingers into his silky hair as he continued to kiss her.
One of his large, warm hands cupped her cheek, his thumb feathering a slow, wet line back and forth across her cheek as he thoroughly explored her mouth. She gasped as the first wave of his strong, clean aura knifed into her, absorbing into her pores and converting into usable energy inside her.
Amalya closed her eyes tight against the wave of light-headedness that assaulted her from the sudden influx of strong energy—the succubus equivalent of brain freeze—and greedily kissed him back, wanting more.
Her pussy ached and she ground against his cock as the scent of their arousal perfumed the air around them, overpowering the strong aroma of vanilla and lavender from the bath salts.
Levi growled low inside his throat and in a quick motion cupped her ass in one of his large hands, then lifted and impaled her.
A long moan ripped from Amalya’s throat as her body stretched to accommodate his generous girth. She slowly sank down on him until they were pelvis to pelvis and he filled her completely.
Levi stilled, and Amalya appreciated the moment to allow her body to adjust. It showed consideration for her as a person that he treated her not just as a warm body to fuck—something she didn’t often find in her profession.
She brushed a quick kiss over his lips before she leaned back and began to move. Not wanting to waste the exquisite full sensation he gave her, she ground against him, rubbing her clit against the crispy hairs that covered his pelvis while her sensitive nipples rasped against his chest with each movement.
Levi’s hands gripped her hips, but he let her lead, keeping her gaze as she rode him and he hardened further inside her.
Amalya set a slow, steady rhythm, refusing to move faster when their breathing became raspy and Levi’s fingers tightened against her hips. She continued to move, torturing them both until the world fell away and only this one room and the two of them existed for her.
Curling heat of arousal snaked through her limbs as Levi’s dark gaze bored into her own.
When the first drop of pre-come leaked from Levi’s cock and came into contact with the inner walls of her pussy, a hard blast of energy surged through her and she stiffened on top of him. Her pussy clenched around him as her body absorbed the life-giving energy he offered.
As her borrowed power surged through her, she faltered and Levi moved his grip to her ass, guiding her to continue the same movements she’d begun, which drove her hard toward a peak that seemed to surge forward in a dizzying rush.
The sound of his harsh breathing merged with hers inside the small room, and it blended with the sounds of sloshing water and the rushing that sounded inside Amalya’s ears from her blood rocketing through her body.
She tried to speed her movements, to meet the urgency of that edge that stayed just out of her reach, but Levi held her firmly, keeping the pace she’d started and torturing her until small whimpers of need spilled from her throat and she dug her nails into his shoulders in a silent protest.
“Patience, my beauty.” His words were a harsh rasp as he began thrusting up inside her with each movement. A small scream of surprise ripped from her throat as the tip of his cock firmly made contact with her cervix again and again until Amalya was sure her body would break apart from the intense pleasure shooting along every nerve ending and threatening to overload her brain.
When she was sure she couldn’t take any more, a hot surging warmth began deep inside her and spilled out into her body, seductive and enticing, until it engulfed her, blanking her mind and leaving her euphoric and boneless.
Almost distantly she heard Levi’s soft cry of completion and felt the hot spurt of his release as he came inside her.
Her body absorbed Levi’s essence, feeding the spreading warmth. Tiny aftershocks quaked through her. Each one equaled an ordinary orgasm, and they continued to rock through her until they blended together to become surreal in their intensity. She lost track of time as the sweet bursts spread liquid ecstasy through her veins until she was sure she’d never be able to move again.
When awareness returned, she was slumped against Levi’s chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her arms bonelessly draped over his muscled shoulders.
She sighed against his neck and tried to make her brain cut through the fog of endorphins and the tiny aftershocks of great sex that still twitched through her whenever she moved. The only real movement she could manage was tracing her fingers over his shoulder. When her fingers found a metal medallion on a chain, she stilled.
Amalya frowned, unable to raise her head yet. She didn’t remember him wearing a necklace when he’d undressed, but her attention had definitely been on other things. She wasn’t surprised she’d missed it, especially since the medallion had hung down his back rather than over his chest.
She closed her fingers over it, tracing the etching and wondering what it said.
When the sharp essence of her mistress, Lilith the Queen of the Succubi and Incubi, tingled against her fingertips, shock stabbed through her and she forced herself to sit up and meet Levi’s dark gaze.
She pulled the medallion around to the front where she could see it and ice churned through her blood, chasing away the boneless euphoric sensation of just a moment ago. The medallion was sterling silver with faded ancient Hebrew characters inscribed on it that roughly translated to the current-day equivalent of “Temptation”—fitting and ironic for a succubus.
However, the last place she’d seen this necklace was hanging around the neck of her queen.
Why did Levi have this?
Dread pooled inside her stomach and she swallowed hard against all the horrible possibilities that flashed through her mind like a macabre old-time silent movie.