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  “I’ve never wanted a woman like I do you. You have no reason to worry I would touch another as long as you want me,” he promised before kissing me again. “I’m losing control, and you deserve better than that.” One more kiss and he let me go, guiding me to lie back down before adding oil to his hands again.

  I couldn’t believe it. I’d given him every green light he could fuck me right there, and instead he was massaging me and completely focused on pleasing me. Seriously, did men like that exist? This had to be a dream, right?

  If it was, I didn’t want to wake up, his talented, long fingers doing everything delicious to me. I had no idea that it was so enjoyable to be massaged in different ways like that, always focused on my clit for attention. But he also didn’t stay there. He gave me an orgasm and moved on in the massage before his fingers came back and he changed how he touched me.

  I was completely mush, and he hadn’t even turned me over yet. I asked him if his hands were getting tired, shocked he could do this for so long.

  “I’ll have to practice more to get them in the right shape.”

  “Any fucking time you want to use me,” I mumbled into the table as he moved something under my hips.

  “Be careful what you offer a warlock, goddess,” he chuckled. “Most would take that as an oath and use you how they wanted.”

  “Thanks for the warning.” I meant it. I didn’t know warlocks were such dicks like that. Then again, so were lots of other species. Another twenty minutes and I was putty in his hands, would have done anything he wanted as those long fingers did everything to me. “Seriously, you learned this for a woman and the bitch left you? Like how? I’ve never been spoiled like this.”

  He chuckled darkly. “A testament to the men you’ve let near you for sure, but I didn’t please her sexually she said. That and my social awkwardness was unappealing, and my profession wasn’t anything to brag about anymore, as there are tons of successful computer nerds and I didn’t even have money to show for it.”

  “Do you still have feelings for her?” I asked gently.

  “No, not even remotely,” he promised. “I feel a fool when I think of her. All the signs were there that I was the only one who viewed it as something real and she just wanted to kick me like a dog.”

  “I’ve never dated. I can’t with what I am, but that might have changed, and I considered it recently, but everything I hear about relationships makes me want to never have one. They do so much damage to people. I don’t get it.”

  “They do more than that, but you talk to people about the failed ones mostly,” he said quietly. “It was still worth the pain to learn what I did and enjoy the good times.” He leaned in and kissed my hair. “You just needed to find the right men to love you as you needed.”

  “Men?” I checked, shocked he went there.

  “Yes.” He cleared his throat when he realized he’d stepped in something. “When I look at you, I see you as the top of a seven pointed star, six who stand with you to make you and them whole.”

  “Six?” I whispered, shaking my head. “I was freaking four wanted to get involved with me and one scares me and they’re all complicated.”

  “And yet you can’t let them go,” he said gently.

  “How much do you see?” I grumbled.

  “More when I’m touching you, but it’s not very cohesive or like facts,” he replied, sounding as frustrated. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was trying to say delicately that I knew I wouldn’t be the only one on your radar and I’m fine with that.”

  I nodded, leaving it alone but then deciding to give him something if he was willing to give me that. “I think your nervous gestures and shyness sexy. And I respect your profession, as I’m a computer nerd too and we rule the world. The money… A lot of that is luck and the right everything. People who’ve never had to run or hide can’t ever get that. Fuck that bitch.”

  “That would take energy I don’t want to give her,” he replied, his silky voice sounding touched. “Instead, I’d rather focus on worshipping you who has made sure to help heal my sensitive wounds.”

  4

  I didn’t have a single objection to that when his fingers moved in both my holes, doing something seriously delicious that had me screaming into the table minutes later. Shit, what idiot really thought she could get better than this sort of spoiling from a man who really wanted to give it?

  Well, her stupidity was apparently my gain.

  “Do you want to sleep, goddess?” he breathed in my ear a while later after his hands finally left my body.

  “What happens if I say no?” I purred, rolling over so my lips were right by his. “What comes next in worshipping me?”

  He licked his lips as his silver eyes bubbled as he stared at me. “I shower you and massage your scalp, deep condition your gorgeous hair, and then if you allow it, I will show you why I picked up what I did for you especially.”

  “And then? What do you want most?” I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt it. “Really?”

  His eyes flashed shock. “You saw that?” He let out a shaky breath when I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I want that. I’ve always fantasized about experiencing that with the right woman, and you are that woman, my goddess.” He gave me a hesitant glance, uncomfortable with admitting he wanted something like that. “Will you let me?”

  “I’ll try it, but we have to figure out a way so I know you won’t get hurt.”

  “Thank you,” he breathed, giving me a soft kiss and letting out a shaky breath. Yeah, I could understand how hard it would be to ask for a fantasy most wouldn’t be willing to give or even try.

  He helped me stand, and I went to my phone, texting Kyle that I was drawing a portal and bringing Mason to home base. Then I found what I wanted in his fridge, gathered my belongings, and gave him a heated look. “Got what you need?”

  He opened his mouth but then closed it. “Depends if I’m using the portal to get back and if I’m coming right home?”

  I licked my suddenly dry lips as I focused on drawing the portal. “Pack for overnight. We don’t do full Thanksgiving, but we’ll have a lot of food while we work.”

  “We?”

  “I’ll explain after we finish our fun,” I promised.

  He nodded and hurried to grab what he needed, stuffing it in a backpack before locking his computers. He saw me watching and shrugged. “I have them magically protected that people won’t see them if they break in, but I always assume someone can get around my power so I lock it all.”

  “Smart, very smart,” I praised, taking his hand before activating the portal. He came with me out into the living room of home base, and I led him up the stairs to the master suite where I was staying. I noted how he took it all in, swallowing loudly at the mansion that was worlds different than his run down studio. I wasn’t sure what to say, as it was corporate’s, but I could afford a place like that as well.

  He didn’t bring it up, instead setting down his bag and heading to the bathroom. I heard the shower and joined him, smiling when he swooped me up and carried me under the water once it was warm. I practically got another massage during the shower, and then he spent twenty minutes giving me a scalp massage and deep conditioning my hair.

  Seriously, how could someone toss this guy away? Did he only do this once? I doubted it from the desire I was getting off of him that he wished he could make me so happy and moan every day.

  He wrapped my hair and dried me off before bringing me back to the bed. He spent the next hour using the vibrator on me. It had tons of different settings and strengths and…

  My. Fucking. God, it was good. I was twitching and begging him to stop in the end. He didn’t just keep going, building me up and up over and over again to give me orgasms better than a lot of sex I’d had, but everyone had their limits.

  “Are you sure that’s all you want and not sex?” I checked as I was still gasping for air.

  “Yes, I want that,” he promised as he gently combed out my hair. I couldn�
��t believe he was tending to me again and seemed happy to do it.

  Was this like the flip of how Grandma always seemed happy to iron Grandpa’s shirts? I waved away the unwanted errant thought, glad when he didn’t seem to notice. Grandpa was dead, and Grandma wasn’t far behind and didn’t know who she was. I never had to think about them or what they’d done to me.

  And yet I still did, as that was how the mind worked.

  He dried my hair with a blow dryer as well, and by then my body had recovered and calmed down enough to play more, but instead I went over to the mini fridge the suite had and grabbed us two waters. He thanked me as I sat on his lap, staring at him as we hydrated.

  “Am I that weird you can’t figure me out and are so confused?”

  “You’re special, and I do not mean that as an insult,” I promised, giving him a soft kiss. “I’m a lust demon, Mason. All I see are desires and what people want, especially the lustful ones. I’ve never met someone who truly wanted nothing but to please me. Normally it’s getting me to orgasm so they get theirs or even the rare ones who love to watch it and want to experience it with me.”

  His eyes filled with understanding. “I want you, goddess, I do. I cannot even tell you how much I want to make love to you. I just want this right now. I want to please you right now and the rest will come. I would hate myself if I ever treated you like a meaningless fuck I rushed with.” He gave me a soft kiss. “What I want is selfish.”

  I snorted. “No, it’s not. It might be your fantasy, but it is not selfish.” I studied him again. “One hand stays on my thigh at all times, and if you get scared or it’s too much, squeeze and I’ll move. If you let go, then I move too.”

  “Thank you,” he breathed, setting his water down and giving me a heated kiss, his tongue teasing my lips. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

  “Yeah, I do,” I said gently before giving him another kiss. “Don’t get hurt. You’re too special to risk.”

  He nodded and whisked me over to the bed, moving me over him as he about vibrated with excitement. I guessed there were girls who were into the reverse, but I’d never met a man who really wanted this. I crawled up and moved my knees to either side of his head, my legs pinning his shoulders down. His one hand came to my thigh, and I lowered myself so I was riding his face.

  Which he wanted me to do until he passed out. Really, he did. His fantasy was to eat goddess pussy until he passed out. It was some combo of trusting someone like with asphyxiation play and drowning in the woman and her juices.

  I gasped as he lifted me and sat up, easily moving me, which made me feel much better. He smiled at me where I was now lying on his lap.

  “I realized I don’t know exactly what you saw,” he admitted.

  “Asphyxiation play with me using my pussy instead of plastic.”

  His eyes went wide. “Right, glad I checked. That is not what I want.”

  I frowned, that was what I felt. “What do you want then? I saw you wanting to be passed out from eating me.”

  “Well, yes, but not from lack of air,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing. “I want to drown in you, pass out from satisfaction I’ve pleased you as I’ve spent hours worshipping you. Yes, I’ll gasp for air like kissing too long or breaking through the waves of swimming, holding my breath, but I don’t want to suffocate to pass out.”

  “Oh, I’m really glad we clarified that then,” I whispered, blinking at him. “Shit, I really am, as that was not what I thought I got from you. Close, but not.”

  “You were very afraid for something I didn’t think should scare you so much,” he murmured. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, and actually relieved you’re not into asphyxiation play. That scares me. A bit of choking during good sex is one thing, as that’s just like kissing too long or yeah, gagging on a blow job, but this was, yeah, I was scared.”

  “Don’t be scared,” he begged, folding himself over me and kissing me gently. “Most women aren’t confident to ride a face very long, and I want all of you all over me. That’s what I want. I want to drown in you.”

  “Got it.” I shivered, liking the idea of it and floored he didn’t even want to sixty-nine.

  He easily picked me back up and laid down, putting me in the original position, and before I could even blink, he was feasting on me. I grabbed the headboard and ground my hips against him, loving how enthusiastic he was. At one point he grunted, and I glanced over my shoulder to see he actually had a small climax from pleasing me. Wow, he might not be a sub, but he was really into giving pleasure.

  Fuck, sign me up, as all he’d done to me was magical and not because he was a warlock. I might become addicted because he was a warlock, as that spelled oil was amazing.

  I whimpered when I came again and again, my body about ready to pass out from all the pleasure he’d given me over several hours. Finally I couldn’t take any more, sliding off of him, my body still spasming.

  “That was better than I ever dreamed,” he said, gasping for air. “I came from eating you out. I always wondered if I could if I found the right woman. You are such a goddess.”

  “Anytime,” I squeaked, my body still going with aftershocks. “I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night.” I groaned. “I’m still orgasming.”

  “You are,” he breathed, his eyes wide, and I realized he was sitting up now as he took in gulps of air. He moved closer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, you are perfect. Will you really let me worship you again?”

  “Yeah, I can suffer through that,” I muttered, my eyes going heavy. “I’ve never had so much foreplay and attention before. You didn’t even want a blow job.” I closed my eyes as my body calmed down and sleep pushed at me. “Everyone wants the blow job and everything I’ll give them. No one’s ever been so selfless with me.”

  “More than worth it to have you again,” he promised.

  I wasn’t so sure, but I was glad he felt that way, happy I’d told him to stay even.

  The coffee maker beeping distantly woke me. I glanced at the clock, and shock rocked me as I saw I’d slept almost eight hours. The last time I’d looked at the clock it was close to midnight, and now it was eight. Normally my covers didn’t have me waking early, so eight was weird to set the coffee maker to for me.

  “I can’t remember ever sleeping eight hours,” I said under my breath, glancing up at a sleeping Mason who I was lying on. “What did you do to me, warlock?” I shook my head, sliding out of bed and slipping on my robe before heading for coffee.

  Kyle gave me a look when I found him in the kitchen, ignoring my return glance to let it go. “You never bring anyone to home bases.”

  “I brought a ton last time,” I drawled.

  “Yes, but that was crazy circumstances. You never just pick up a guy and let him in at all.”

  “He’s special,” I admitted, rolling my eyes when Kyle made kissy faces at me. “I didn’t mean that.”

  “Oh, well, we heard you screaming for so long, so yeah, I knew the sex was awesome.”

  “We didn’t have sex.” I chuckled when he gave me a look he wasn’t buying it. “I didn’t even touch his dick. All he wanted was to please me. Even his desires.”

  “Shit, yeah, I could see you keeping a guy like that.” He shook his head. “I didn’t know guys came like that, and I know a lot who aren’t assholes. Hell, I’m not an asshole, and I never want only to please the woman I’m with.”

  “You haven’t met the right woman,” Mason’s silky voice said from behind me, sounding sleepy. “When you do, you will if you’re open enough to admit to it.”

  I shrugged when Kyle shot me a disbelieving look. “I’m not the right person to ask. You know how I get overwhelmed with the other person’s desires. I want to give it to them. This is just the first time all the desires were selfless.”

  “I’m Mason Garret,” Mason said to Kyle when he saw the conversation made me uncomfortable, extending his hand to the demon. “Warlock.”


  “Yeah, and Garret isn’t your real last name,” Kyle said as they shook. “You need to get your aliases from better people, as it took us no time to pick it apart.” He shrugged when I gave him an unfriendly look. “That owner went way over what we even thought worst case, Jasmine. And then you’re getting cozy with the guy who works for him?”

  “He did a job for him off a recommendation.”

  “Our job is to protect you. We checked,” Kyle told me firmly.

  “It’s fine, I’m glad you protect her,” Mason cut in, focused on me as I poured him a mug of coffee. “You said you’d explain today what’s going on.”

  “How attached are you to LA?” I asked instead.

  “Not at all,” he admitted with a shrug. “Most of my work I can do from anywhere. I can hide easiest in mixed areas, and there’s some of everyone in LA so it’s easy to blend or not be noticed as long as I’m not in the wrong neighborhood where they would pay attention to me more.”

  I nodded I understood what he was hinting at. Yeah, rich people and those with them would be more interested in a noble blood warlock or could tell he came from money, that sort of thing.

  “So we’re here for two reasons,” I explained. “First, some people are harassing the employees of our LA club and starting shit to push us out.”

  “And a bit of revenge as we got some people arrested when we took over several shit strip clubs and we believe a few are out of prison now and are behind the shit,” Kyle added. “One of which is the owner of that club. You left first, but when she changed back to Jasmine, he actually sent security to drag her off to a ‘meeting,’ going so far as saying she couldn’t leave until they had it.”

  Mason’s eyes flashed shock. “I had no idea. I just beefed up some firewalls and a few problems with the website, as they had cool effects that didn’t mesh with the template. I didn’t get all into everything.”