Hades had never in his entire life been this turned on. As an angel, he’d had a couple of sex partners, but he’d been overeager and underexperienced. The encounters had been nice, but all these years later, he could barely remember them.
As a fallen angel, he hadn’t had much opportunity to get down and dirty, but when he had, he’d taken advantage of it. The rare times when Azagoth allowed him out of Sheoul-gra, he’d hit every succubus he could find, visited every demon pleasure palace he could get to in his allotted time.
He’d learned a few things, for sure, but one thing he’d never learned was to care. To take the time to enjoy a female with not only his body, but his mind and soul. Maybe because he’d always known he couldn’t get attached to anyone, so he’d kept his distance, used jokes and a carefree attitude to breeze through a one-hour stand.
But Cat changed all that. She’d wormed her way into his heart like a dire leech, and all he could do was hope she’d drain him.
Bracing himself on his fists, he looked down at her as she lay panting, her face flushed, her lips parted to reveal just a hint of pearly teeth and tiny, pointed fangs. As the tip of his cock prodded her wet opening, she gasped and rolled her hips, inviting him in.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said. There was no shyness, no self-consciousness, just a plain and simple fact that left him speechless for a second.
“But...Zhubaal,” he finally blurted.
She shook her head, making her hair shift in shiny red waves on the pale yellow bedspread. “Nothing happened.”
Oh, great, so he’d been a jealous jackass for nothing. It was probably a good thing he hadn’t given in to his desire to rip Zhubaal’s head off and shove it up his ass every time he saw him, too.
Hades looked into her gorgeous, guileless eyes, loving that she was trusting him to be her first. Pride swelled, but close on its heels was shame. This might be the only time they had, and to take the gift of her virginity, knowing they might never again––
“Knock it off.” She dug her nails into his shoulder, the little pricks of pain snapping him out of his train of thought. “I can see your mind working, and I know what you’re thinking. I’m capable of making my own decisions, and even if we can’t be together again, I want to always have this, same as you.”
Ah, damn, she was a gift. This was going to be worth anything Azagoth put him through as punishment. Anything.
Reaching between them, he gripped his cock to guide it inside her, but once again, she clawed him. “Wait. I want to...” She trailed off, a burst of pink blooming in her cheeks. “I want to taste you.”
At those words, his cock damned near humiliated him. It jerked in his hand, all, yes, please, and do it now.
“Okay,” he said, proud of how he didn’t sound completely strangled with lust, “but only for a second. You’ve got me way too worked up.”
Her cocky grin made him regret agreeing to this as he climbed up her body and kneeled next to her head. He barely had time to push his unruly erection down when she lifted her mouth to it and flicked her tongue over the bead of pre-come at the tip. He hissed at the contact, hissed louder when she did it again.
And then the crazy little angel swallowed his cock from the head to the base and sucked like she’d been born to do this. A sound somewhere between a shout and a bark escaped him as she slid her mouth upward and swirled her tongue around the crown. Holy hell, she was no tentative kitten lapping at a bowl of milk. This was a she-tiger with an appetite for man, and––
He pulled back and squeezed his cock so hard he lost his sight for a heartbeat. A hot climax pulsed in his balls and his shaft, and there was no way he was blowing down her throat. He needed to be skin-on-skin with her, body to body, sex to sex.
For the first orgasm, anyway.
“Not nice,” he scolded, but she just gave him a wide-eyed doe look he might have bought if he hadn’t just experienced the rabid carnivore she really was.
“I thought I was being very nice.” She batted her eyes, still playing innocent, which only made his cock throb harder.
Time to teach her a lesson.
In a quick motion, he flipped her onto her belly and dove between her legs again, lifting her hips for prime access as he stabbed his tongue into her dripping sex. She cried out in surprise and pleasure as he licked her, this time not even trying to be gentle. He growled against her core, nibbling and feasting as he ground his cock against the mattress to keep the bastard happy.
Then, just as her cries and breaths signaled that she was on the edge, he rolled her again. Her legs flopped open, spreading that beautiful pink flesh wide for him. He wanted to lick her some more, but the foreplay had set him on fire, and the bed-humping had fanned the flames.
Time to burn.