Fallen University: Year Two

I held onto his shoulders, physically restraining myself from hauling him down onto the bed with me. The dragon shifter had been uncertain about the succubus bond from the start—maybe not as actively resistant as Kai was, but nowhere near Jayce’s enthusiastic acceptance. I had decided a long time ago to take what this man would give me without pushing for more. It felt a little like deciding to live without a piece of my heart, but I resolved to make do. Succubus bond or not, it didn’t sit well with my stubborn feminist streak to admit I needed a man for anything.

Kingston had already taken my shirt off to clean up the blood on my torso, and now he took full advantage of that fact. Pulling his lips away from mine, he trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across the line of my collarbone, and over the swell of my breast before latching onto my nipple with his teeth.

My back bowed off the bed, and my clutching fingers moved from his shoulders to his head, sliding through the chocolate brown strands of his hair to press his mouth closer, to keep him from pulling away. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard that I was sure he must be able to hear it. Hell, he could probably see my chest vibrating with each heavy beat as he pushed against the pressure of my hands to move over to my other breast.

When he drew that pebbled nipple into his mouth, I let out a ragged cry, scraping my fingernails against his scalp and eliciting a shudder from him.

He would pull away soon, I knew he would.

I knew how much he valued control—as the heir to a massive business empire, I supposed it had been

ingrained in him since birth—and everything about this succubus bond went counter to that. He had eaten my pussy and let me suck his cock, but still, neither of those things represented a complete capitulation to the magic that bound us.

Shoving aside those thoughts, I ran my fingers through his silky hair, determined to enjoy the blaze of incredible sensations coursing through me for as long as they lasted.

When Kingston pulled away, I didn’t try to stop him. My fingers slid through his hair and trailed down the line of his jaw as he sat back on the bed beside me.

I was about to open my mouth to thank him—I was beyond healed by now, the marks from Wyatt’s claws not even visible as faint scars anymore—but instead of rising to his feet, he crawled between my legs, tugging my boots and leggings off in a swift, smooth motion. I kicked my feet a little to help him, my eyes flying wide as I watched him pull his own shirt off next, followed by his pants.

Fucking hell, he really was beautiful. He was lean and muscled, not as bulky as Xero or Jayce, but perfectly defined. His pecs were smooth and lightly tanned, and I bit my lip so hard it nearly bled as I counted each ridge in his eight pack before sliding my gaze over to greedily take in the chiseled V at his hips.

My breathing had grown heavier, and without even meaning to, I had reached up to cup my breasts, pinching and tugging at my nipples as need built in me like steam gathering in a covered pot.

Kingston made a noise that made my clit throb, and when my gaze flew up to meet his eyes, I swore I could see flames dancing behind his glittering green irises.

“You’re beautiful when you touch yourself, Piper.” A sinful smirk curled his lips. “I like a woman who knows how to take charge of her own pleasure.”

Keeping his gaze fixed on me, he moved deliberately, reaching down to fist his thick cock in one hand, stroking up and down with long, deliberate motions. A whimper fell from my lips as I watched him swirl his thumb over the smooth head, twisting his fist slightly before stroking downward again. He made another noise, this one a little strangled.

“Touch yourself,” he murmured, still stroking his cock as his gaze dropped to my bared pussy. “I want to see what drives you wild. I want to see you come.”

A full-body shiver worked its way through me at the raw need in his voice. Fuck it, I would take this. If Kingston wasn’t ready to take things further between us, this was the next best thing I could imagine. My clit throbbed with an aching need as I watched his fist glide up and down on his cock, the muscles of his abdomen clenching in time to his strokes.

I was dying for some damn relief, but just to make sure he knew he didn’t get to call all the shots here, I took my sweet time following his command. One hand continued to play with my breast while the fingers of my other hand traced a lazy path down the pale skin of my stomach, detouring to brush over my ribs, circling my bellybutton, before finally sliding over the rise of my pubic bone and finding the hard nub of my clit.

My gaze flicked up to his, and I grinned at the way the green of his irises seemed to deepen and darken. When my fingers began to move in small circles, his jaw ticked and his nostrils flared.

I dipped my fingers down, sliding two into my pussy and spreading my lips, and Kingston’s breath hitched.

His own hand moved faster, the motion growing harder and more desperate, and I couldn’t decide where to look—at his hard, beautiful cock, his perfect body, or his gorgeous, lust-filled face.

We both watched each other raptly, consumed by everything about the sight of each other’s pleasure. There was something oddly intimate about it, and even though no part of our bodies were actually touching, the very air around us seemed to be infused with so much sex, so much energy and desire, that I could feel it powering me up as I breathed it into my lungs.

Kingston cursed under his breath, the strained, almost angry expression on his face tightening even further as he sat on his heels between my legs, jerking himself off with sharp strokes.

“God, so good.”

My moan was breathless, and my hips arched off the mattress to meet my fingers, which became a blur of motion as I worked myself toward a toe-curling orgasm.

I was close, so close, my body starting to shake and my heart thrumming in my chest, when Kingston gave a loud grunt and yanked my hand away.

Shock flooded me, and I yelped in surprise before letting out a plaintive moan. I was still hovering on the edge, and I just needed one more touch to send myself hurtling off a cliff into blissful oblivion.

I was about to pull my hand out of Kingston’s grip when a single word stopped me.

“Mine.”

My heart stuttered, and my arm went limp in his grasp as my gaze flew up to meet his. Something had shifted in his expression, and the dragon in him seemed to be lurking just below the surface as he regarded me like the most precious treasure he had ever seen.