Harvest Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 4)

“I’m a bigger horse,” he drawled, then met her gaze, telling her he remembered what she’d done.

“I liked it,” she said, her voice whisper-soft.

“We can do that. One day. But taking me in a dream is different than in the flesh. The stretch could hurt you.”

“Well, I’m sure you know how to make it happen.”

Her gaze didn’t waver from his, and Nikon felt confused, wondering if she was making a promise for some future pleasure, because if he had her like that, if they mated, they’d be fucking. The first dick-fuck between a demon and a witch should be reserved for mates. Was she letting him know he was in the running for that privilege? Or that she was seeking to share herself with others after she was mated?

He shook off the thought. His cock was fully engorged, pulsing. “It needs you,” he said, giving himself a stroke.

“And since you had a double dose of Bryn’s lust cake, I should take off the edge…”

He growled deep in his throat, curled his hands into fists, and rested them on his hips. Then he braced his feet apart, showing her what he wanted.

Her mouth twitched, and she turned toward the bed to grab a pillow. When she settled on her knees in front of him, he drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, chanting to himself over and over, Don’t touch. Don’t touch. Because if he did, he’d toss her onto the mattress and be on her in a second. If the jinn tried to stop him, he’d have the fight of his life.

Her hot palms cupped his balls and the base of his cock. A warm spark of electricity shot through him, making his jaw sag with pleasure.

She’d shared her witch’s heat. Did she know how close he was to breaking? He opened his eyes to glare down at her.

Radha looked as sexy as any siren whore, gazing up at him, one brow arched as she gave him another buzz of electricity, and another.

Nikon shook his head. “Witch,” he said, his voice so rough it sounded like it scraped over gravel.

But his mind wasn’t truly blown until she pointed his cock at her mouth, latched her plump lips around his head, and sucked him inside.

Chapter 7

Radha loved watching the satyr’s expressions change from frowning determination to slack-jawed pleasure. She’d done that. The man was huge, from his barrel chest to his thick thighs, so powerful, he could break her like a twig with one hand, but she held him enthralled.

While she pleasured the satyr with her hands and mouth, she was also aware of the jinn restlessly moving around the room, also naked, his gaze watching her mouth moving on the other male, looking angry and aroused at the same time. She understood how he felt.

Confused. Horny. She’d thought she’d settled on her mate, but for whatever reason, her heart was opening to Nikon, too. Her heart and her body. She loved what he did. Had never felt so thrilled as she had when she’d ridden his back through the fores

t, clutching him, her pussy wetting her underwear, even while they were fleeing danger.

Maybe she needed both. One a more primitive, animalistic male. The other slick and seductive, clever beyond what was good for him or her. She wasn’t sure she could trust Ali, but she trusted Nikon implicitly.

So, which would she choose for the ritual? She could have only one male send the echo through the ether to announce the Goddess’s approval of their union to the demon world. While she could share her life afterward with more than one mate, the Goddess’s approval ensured a special connection between a witch and a demon. They’d read each other’s thoughts, share a deeper emotional connection.

But that was a problem for another night. Right now, she had more cock in her hands and mouth than she could manage.

Widening her mouth, she bounced forward to take his cock past her tongue, letting it bump against the back of her throat before pulling off him to repeat the process. Then his hands cupped her skull and held her still so that he could move inside her, gliding only so far, seemingly in control so that he didn’t hurt her, something that reassured her, seeing as how she’d given him two slices of Bryn’s aphrodisiacal cake.

She wrapped her lips around her teeth and let him move, while she tugged gently at his balls and twisted her free hand on the base of his cock. Again, she gave him a jolt of her special heat, her own body warming as he moved faster and faster.

She felt his balls harden, drawing up against his groin. Then she heard his deep grunt before he spilled seed into her mouth. She swallowed around him, swiping her tongue along his shaft. When he let go of her, she pulled away to caress his head, mouthing the tip to provide comfort as his heartbeats slowed.

When he moved backward, she bowed her head.

It was Ali’s turn—if he wanted the same treatment—but he stood in a corner, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes gleaming in the shadows.

Nikon stepped past her and fell backward on the bed. “That was fucking amazing.”

She glanced over her shoulder to give him a smile.

Their glances held for a long moment, but then she felt a hand cup her chin and turn her face forward again.