We’re waiting, it whispered.
The sneering challenge of the Triumvirate given voice by the storm.
But here inside Max’s vast loft apartment, she was shielded in a cocoon of desire and love. Together, their magic was a powerful force to be reckoned with. So far, they were undefeated. But they had never battled against any demon as close to the Source as the Triumvirate.
Think about me, Max snarled, his fingers tightening on her delicate skin.
His words echoed through her mind, a manifestation of the soul-deep connection between Master and Familiar. Their tie had to be at its strongest, its deepest, if they had any hope of succeeding tonight.
Always, she husked, wrapping her long legs around his lean waist. “It’s always you.”
She was lifted by his power, raised high into the air as if supported by a harness. The blindfold fell away, leaving her blinking, her sight adjusting into the feline night vision that allowed her to see her lover in all his glory.
Max stood between her spread thighs, his dark hair dampened by sweat and clinging to his arrogant brow. His eyes were dark and shining, his skin golden, his musculature made visible by sharp sexual tension.
As his head lowered and his lips approached her quivering cleft, the depth of his desire flooded her mind in a ferocious growl that made her jolt within her bonds.
My beautiful kitty has a beautiful pu**y, he crooned. Soft, sweet, and delicious.
Then his mouth was between her legs, his tongue slipping through the slick folds and stroking across her swollen clitoris. She arched into his grip, her body shivering with the delightful torment.
With dazed, heavy-lidded eyes, Victoria took in the view of a gorgeous man eating her out with helpless fascination. Their love only added to the eroticism of the moment. Max relished having her this way, craving the taste of her so strongly that he sucked her off daily, his enjoyment obvious in the hungry snarls that vibrated against her tender flesh. His pleasure spurred hers until it rode her hard, tearing her apart.
Her power rose with the ecstasy he dispensed with wicked skill, augmenting his, filling the loft until the wooden ceiling beams and floorboards creaked with the effort to contain it.
“Let me touch you,” she begged, her hands clenching and releasing restlessly. She could free herself easily, but she didn’t. That made her submission even more valuable to him. He cherished her because of it, and she adored him for seeing it as the strength it was and not a weakness.
I want you like this.
She gasped as his lips circled her clitoris and he sucked, the pleasure radiating through her body in rolling waves. His tongue stroked rhythmically across the hardened bundle of nerves, making her pu**y clench desperately in a silent plea to be filled.
“Max . . . ”
His head tilted and he lifted her higher, his tongue thrusting deep, f**king hard and fast into the melting, spasming depths of her.
Victoria keened, coming hard, her back bowing as the orgasm stole her sight. Magic exploded from her like ripples on water, pouring into Max until he shook as savagely as she did.
But he didn’t stop.
His lips, tongue, and teeth continued to feast on her, groans spilling from his throat as he drank her down. The silky curtain of his hair brushed against her inner thighs, adding to the overwhelming barrage of sensation that assailed her. It would all be too much if not for his love, which anchored her in the maelstrom and prevented her from losing her mind.
“Oh gods, Max,” she whimpered, shivering with the aftershocks.
She’d never known sex could be so . . . fervent until she met Max. He took her body to places she hadn’t known it could go. He allowed no barriers between them, no resistance.
Max released her wrists and she sank limply into his arms, her cheek falling to his shoulder and her lips touching his skin. The taste of him was an aphrodisiac, keeping her hot and wet. Hungry.
He set her carefully on her feet, then applied gentle but insistent pressure to her shoulders. “Suck my cock, kitten.”
She sank gracefully and gratefully to her knees, her mouth watering for the taste of him and the feel of that heavy, vein-lined shaft sliding over her tongue. She was desperate for it, her throat clenching in anticipation.
He held the weighty length in one tightfisted hand and guided the flushed, glistening head to her parted lips.
“Yeah,” he groaned, his chest heaving. “You look so beautiful when you’re giving me head, baby.”
Hot and throbbing, Max’s c**k slid inexorably into her drenched mouth. Her hands cupped his bu**ocks and drew him closer, her throat working to swallow and lure him deeper.
He kept one hand fisted around the base so he didn’t feed her too much. The other hand cupped her cheek, feeling her mouth worshiping his c**k from the outside.
“Gods,” he gasped, his bu**ocks clenching against her palms as her tongue fluttered over the sensitive spot beneath the crown. “Slow down, kitten.”
Victoria pulled free with a wet pop, her lips curving in a catlike smile. Tilting her head, she followed a throbbing vein with the tip of her tongue, then circled his grasping hand. She backtracked, sucking softly as she moved upward, her emotions entangled with her physical responses.
“Fuck,” he growled, his thighs quaking. “Suck it, baby. Don’t play.”
Pressing her lips to the tiny hole at the tip, she barely parted them, then flowed over him in a rapid dip of her head.
His hand left her cheek and cupped the back of her head, holding her still as he f**ked her mouth in rapid, shallow digs. She moaned in delight, her thighs squeezed tightly together to fight the ache of emptiness in her pu**y.
“Suck it hard, kitten.”
Her cheeks hollowed on a drawing pull and his fierce shout of triumph swelled upward through the exposed ductwork, combating the sounds of the Triumvirate’s challenge in the wind outside.
Shuddering, he spurted hot and thick, the creamy wash of his se**n flowing over her tongue and down her throat. His fist stroked from the thick base of his c**k to meet her lips, pumping his cum hard and fast along the jerking shaft into her waiting, willing mouth.
The power she’d given him with her climax flowed back into her, hotter and more powerful, a deluge so intense she wouldn’t have been able to take it if not for the gift Darius gave her. She felt Max in her mind, his love flowing through her in a saturating embrace, his pleasure as necessary to her as breathing.
He pulled free of her suckling. The next instant cool, crushed velvet cushioned her back and Max was over her, kneeing her legs wider so his hips could sink between them. She purred at the feel of the slick head of his c**k notching into place at the tiny slitted entrance of her pu**y.