Heart racing with fear at the thought, Willow ignored every protest, every warning her heart was sending her, and let her body feel. This was just sex; she would still leave. It changed nothing.

Her jaw fell open with the force of his cock pushing in. Her tongue wet the underside of him; her lips surrounded his wide girth. An ache bloomed in her jaw and cheeks from his size but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the ache in her loins.

Breathing ragged, he pressed in deep and slow. When he started to retreat, she couldn’t help but rub her tongue against him. It must be her new sexual hunger, the fact that she was fully succubus now, because she wanted this with a scary desperation. If only just to feed her. His orgasm would carry her for at least a day, logic argued.

He started to thrust in her mouth. Slowly his hands fell into her hair, holding her as she sucked him deeply into her throat. A strange feeling came over her, roaring above the hot need inside her—the urge to please. She found herself tightening her lips over him, tonguing him, sucking him in until he was groaning and moving faster.

She couldn’t stop it any longer. Her fingers reached between her bare legs and touched her wet sex. She wasted no time in finding her silky, wet bud. She circled it again and again, as pleasure drenched her. She moaned at the hot steel of him taking her mouth. He bumped the back of her throat as she breathed hard through her nose.

Suddenly his hands clenched in her hair, the touch sensual as he pulled on the strands. He cried a hoarse sound, and then grew hotter, thicker in her mouth.

A raw shout left him. Then hot salty streams jetted in her mouth as he pumped fiercely. Willow rubbed her own sex faster, desperate to come with him. But he softened in her mouth, pulling out slowly.

“You’ll be a great wife.”

Willow snapped her eyes to him and bared her teeth. “Fuck you.” A slow, lazy smile crossed his face. Quickly he ducked down, lifted her, tossing her on the bed.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” His eyes burning over her body. His soft cock twitched wetly against his thigh as if trying to decide whether to rise again or not.

“No,” she answered fiercely.

He shrugged then climbed over her to the other side of the bed. He yawned loudly then tucked a pillow under his head. A second later he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her next to him.

“Thank you for your mouth, sica tawicue.” He yawned again like a bear waking from hibernation then soon his breathing deepened.

Willow was left to wallow in her thoughts and stare at the man who was starting to grate slightly less on her. Slightly. Her body pulsed with unachieved need. She had a feeling that if she’d ask him to give her what she needed, he’d have done it with a smile on his face. No way could she bring herself to do that. Not after his nasty little reminder. Wife.

She snorted. Yeah, right.

She wouldn’t be escaping tonight. She’d have to wait until his guard was down. Until the guard outside wasn’t watching for her. Then she would lose him. Her heart twinged painfully and she rubbed a hand over it. Was she beginning to care for him?

She looked down at her tied wrists and thought, nope.

Willow slowly opened her eyes to the morning light creeping in through the windows. She was incredibly warm, especially at her back.

She jerked to a sitting position. Lyonis slowly came to and the arm around her waist tugged until she was pulled back against him.

“Sica tawicue.” His voice was thick and husky from sleep. It reminded her of last night; the same voice he had when he was lost in passion. Willow slammed her eyes shut to block out the memory.

He moved behind her, his naked hips pressing against her bare bottom. Gasping at the hot prod, Willow squirmed to get away.

“No,” he commanded huskily, then pushed her onto her back and came up over her. Willow stared up into his low-lidded eyes with her wide ones.

“What are you—?”

His lips trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled. Then she felt a hot palm cup her sex. Pleasure spiked inside her and she quickly pushed against his shoulders.

“Get off of me,” she said between clenched teeth. He made a gruff sound of disagreement, then slid his finger inside her. The pleasure that went unfulfilled last night still wetted her channel. Her hips naturally pushed back against him, and he growled approvingly, then bit down on her shoulder. Her muscles warmed, and she went limp against the bed.

How did he always manage to do that?

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed her thighs open, pressed his cock to her entrance, and pushed inside. Willow cried out and it wasn’t in pain. Her core was wet and warm. As he began to pump his hips, she grew wetter for him, easing his way as he dragged himself through her needy center.

“Willow,” he groaned.

Planting himself deep inside, he pulled back and grabbed her wrists. Willow blinked as she realized they were still tied together. He lifted them and placed them over the bedpost. Her arms slid down it and she struggled to free them but then he rocked back on his knees.

Grabbing her hips in his hands, he held her as pounded into her. Willow’s loud moans startled her; her body started tingling with delicious pinpricks of pleasure. It was as if that one night of not taking a release had built something inside her. Something that desperately wanted to get out.

Her toes curled, nipples beading into hard points. She closed her eyes, unable to watch the pleasure on his face as he took her, as he did the very thing she both wanted and loathed.

“You’re beautiful in the morning, mate. Lovely and fresh. Wet and tight where I want you.”

Willow’s core clenched at his words. His hand moved, slowly spreading across her stomach and down as he pumped through her tight muscles. His thumb reached her short curls then found her clit.

Willow’s arms tensed hard. He began to rub it back and forth and her breaths caught in her throat. Delicious heat filled her body and her sex until she was close to bursting. Her skin tightened, coiling.

“That’s right. Come on my cock, Willow. Let me feel you gripping me.” His voice was so low, so husky it teased her ears.

“Oh, God!”

She bit her lip, hadn’t meant to say that aloud. She heard him groan as her body exploded apart. The finger at her bud rubbed harder as he thrust in heavy strokes. The shaking started in her thighs and shot up to her arms. The orgasm tore through her, stole her breath, and burst hot liquid inside her core. She bounced against the mattress, cries echoing off the walls.

“Perfect,” she heard him say and then both hands were at her hips. If she thought he was taking her hard before, she was wrong. He took her hard now, his hips slapping against her thighs and sex.

She heard the wet sound of her sex, fresh from her orgasm and turned her head away as her cheeks flamed. There was no hiding what her body felt for him. Groaning in one long pull, he pushed deep. Hot surges filled her for endless seconds.

He collapsed on top of her and Willow’s heart shriveled a little inside. She was weak. So weak with him.

He gave her a quick kiss on the mouth then sprung from bed. “I have a busy day today. You should take the time to meet the pack. Just stop by their houses. They’ll welcome you.” Willow snorted and rolled on to her side, giving him her back. His soft laughter floated over her.

When he came back into view, he was fully dressed in a fresh pair of khakis and a button down shirt. He smiled at her then leaned down and kissed her, giving her no time to pull away. Willow’s breath caught as the soft heat of him; his masculine scent drifted over her, taste lingering on her lips as he pulled away.