She never finished her question because then his tongue was licking over her wet,

swollen flesh. She cried out sounds she’d never made in her life before. His shoulders kept her thighs pushed open and his big hands reached up to stroke her stomach, then cup her breasts.

Oh, God. There was no build up to this. She was already so on edge already. His tongue tightened her, coiled her skin tighter until she was about to burst. She felt trapped beneath the weight of his arms, the pressure of his flicking, raspy tongue.

His name floated through her mind, almost had her yelling it, but at the last second she bit her tongue to keep from doing so as hot pulsing waves crashed through her. He kept at her, growling against her wet flesh, prolonging the pleasure as the waves trembled through her like a quake. Shaking, shuddering, she was a trembling mass beneath him, completely at his will.

He gave her one last lingering lick then sat up on his knees, a feral look in his eyes.

Willow had no idea what to say, couldn’t even form words when her tongue felt dry as a desert.

“My turn.” Willow’s eyes shot wide as he reached for his pants, opening the button then pulling down the zipper. “Last chance to let me take you now,” he said, rubbing his hand across her flat stomach.

Dazed, she shook her head. He frowned at her in disappointment, then pushed his pants down to his thighs. His cock fell forward, thick and long, wet at the tip. Willow squirmed at the sight as the ache deep within her throbbed hard. His eyes raked over her body as his hand fisted his cock.

“Give me your mouth.” His words were guttural growl.

“No,” she whispered, her wide eyes fastened on the hand as it stroked up and down his length.

“Willow, you will do this for me as payment for what I just did for you.” She shook her head no, but as he climbed up next to her body and cupped her cheek in his hand, she knew she was too curious to deny him. She had to know what he tasted like.

He turned her head to the side as he aimed at her mouth. Willow’s heart thudded so hard in her chest she wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. He rubbed his cock along the seam of her lips and Willow licked the wet cream he left there. Her eyes popped wide at the taste. It was so masculine, strong, and thick.

“Open for me, beautiful Willow.” And she did.

The hot length of him pushed inside her mouth, flattening her tongue, spreading her wide.

She made a muffled sound of surprise around him and the hand at her cheek gently stroked her jaw. Somehow she managed to relax her jaw at the intrusion and he pushed himself inside on a groan.

It was unlike anything she’d ever done before. His taste made her remember the way she felt as she flew apart by his tongue. It made her want him to push that thick length inside her and see just how high he could make her fly. It also made her wonder how it would feel, how he would taste when he…

“That’s it, baby. This won’t take long. Trust me. I’ve been close to exploding since I caught you.” He worked his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth.

Willow barely heard his words. So focused was she on taking in his taste, his feel, his scent. Her hand came up and fisted his cock. It was wet from her mouth. The skin was baby soft, fiery hot, and made of steel underneath. She tightened her hand around him and heard his breath stutter. Now, this felt good. Making him lose control. She felt powerful and strong like he was at her mercy and not the other way around.

She started pumping her fist. He cursed viciously, grabbed a breast, and started pumping in and out of her mouth faster. He hit the back of her throat a few times and she moaned, startled at the full, overwhelming sensation. She heard him mumble an apology but didn’t care because his breaths were choppy and uneven. His hand tightened on her breast as his cock swelled even bigger in her mouth.

“Willow,” he said raggedly.

Then he planted himself deeply inside her mouth as hot jets, wet and thick, shot in her mouth. Willow’s first reaction was to pull away, but the hand at her cheek cupped her, keeping her close. His cock pulsed beneath her hand and shook as ragged groans left his throat.

Slowly, he pulled out from her mouth like it was the last thing he wanted to. At the last second he plunged back in and her lips automatically closed around his softening length. With a ragged breath, he pulled out of her mouth, closed his pants, and laid down beside her.

The fog he created quickly lifted. She started to squirm away as reality came crashing in.

He snatched her by the waist and brought her back flush to his chest.

They said nothing as their breathing slowed. Willow tried to process everything and decide how to feel about it. She’d never been the kind of person who could just pretend something didn’t happen. And this was something that very much had happened. She’d let him best her. Her hands clenched into fists.

He’d told her things that she was certain she’d never be able to erase from her mind. No one had ever come close to making her feel like that. Like she was the most desirable woman in the world. It had to be a lie. Just with his name and status alone, he could have any woman on her knees before him. He couldn’t want her because of some stupid will. It was ridiculous. It was his dominant nature, his protective nature. She spit at the words. He figured he had rights to her now like she was the new dog in his pack. Well, he was dead wrong.

She wondered if what he said was true about her going back with him, which she wasn’t.

Not that he seemed to think that. Would he really... do all of that to her? Heat twirled and bloomed in her core and she squeezed her thighs shut to clamp her desire.

Almost everything about this Alpha reminded her of Luke. Oh, God, she’d actually

thought that prick’s name. He didn’t even deserve that much of her time. She’d been there, done that.

This Alpha was going to be worse. Which only brought up the question, what the hell was Papa thinking? He knows how she felt about shapeshifters after what happened to her.

A pang of sadness filled her heart suddenly, intensely. Papa didn’t know anything

anymore because he was in the Afterlife. Succubi didn’t believe in crying over the long-lived and Papa did live for a very long time, over twelve hundred years. But she’d only had him for 29

years, barely 29. Hot moisture pooled in her eyes and she blinked rapidly, one escaping down her cheek. Quickly, she tucked her cheek against her shoulder to absorb the wetness before the Alpha realized.

When the Alpha didn’t say anything she turned back to see his eyes closed, his breathing even and deep. He’d fallen asleep. She didn’t know whether to be insulted at the male behavior or relieved. Silently she started extricating herself from him. No easy task when the arm around her was like a band of heavy steel.

Finally she eased his arm behind her and rolled away from him. She stared at his eyes, waiting to see if they’d pop open. When they didn’t, she quickly looked around and found her shorts and panties in shreds on the ground next to him. He’d torn them off and she hadn’t even noticed!

It was the new moon. Had to be. It did things to her. Knowing she had spare clothes in her backpack, she looked around for it, wincing as she saw he was using it for a pillow.

Dammit. She stood there for a while and thought it over. A grin kicked up at the corner of her mouth and she knew exactly what she was going to do. She went to the Alpha and knelt down beside him.

Impressed didn’t begin to cover how Chloe felt when Tyrian talked his way into a

massively fortified building that was run by the infamous demon Telal Demuzi.