Steal the Night (Thieves #5)(17)

“Do you have any condoms down here?” I asked, feeling almost shy.

Dev’s lips quirked upward in a sly grin. “I have condoms stashed all over this club, lover. Anywhere you want to throw down, I’m prepared for it. I think about f*cking you all the time. Open the top drawer of that desk.”

I did and sure enough, there was a box sitting there. I snagged one and shrugged out of Neil’s robe, then pulled the T-shirt over my head and wiggled out of my underwear.

“Are you sure I have to sit down?” Dev asked, his voice deep with desire. He’d enjoyed the striptease, and I was sure his clothes were feeling rather confining now. I glanced down and sure enough, his cock was straining against his slacks.

“Yes, Devinshea. I’m going to make it worse for you, baby. Keep your hands to yourself, please.”

“Zoey,” Dev breathed, dismayed.

I stared down at him, enjoying my foray into the dominant position. It was already getting me hot, the thought of him itching to touch me but forcing himself to be still. I needed to take back a little power, a little control. “If you move, I’ll stop what I’m doing. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” he whispered, his hands curling over the arms of the chair. Every muscle in his body stiffened with arousal.

I leaned over and kissed him briefly, letting him feel my tongue running along the edges of his plump, sensual lips. They were practically perfect and wholly masculine. God, I loved kissing him. I could kiss him for hours and not do a damn thing else. Our noses rubbed together, reminding me how sweet intimacy could be. There was no violence to this. There was just love and devotion. I ate at his lips and he let me. I straddled him, and already I could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing up. The rest of Dev might be willing to play the submissive tonight, but his cock was ready to take over at the first opportunity.

“Give me your tongue,” I whispered against his mouth, and he opened underneath me, letting his tongue reach out to caress mine. Dev allowed me full access, letting me delve inside. Our tongues played together, dancing against one another in a perfect sweetness. Dev’s magic started to pulse from his body, a wave that swept away my anxieties and left me with nothing but an easy lust. We kissed and I felt myself getting very soft and very wet. I ground down, loving the way his cock jumped every time I rubbed against it.

“Zoey,” he groaned into my mouth. “You’re killing me. Let me touch you.”

I pulled back and I was sure my grin was mischievous. There was a certain relief that came with being intimate with Dev. I’d worried Marini would be there between us, but this was nothing like Marini. Dev’s magic called to me. There wasn’t a place for anything but Dev and me here. His magic thrummed through me, relaxing me and reminding me how good it was between us.

“Not yet.” I got down on my knees, and he had the arms of the chair in a death grip. I had gotten so wet, the front of his slacks were covered with my arousal. I laughed a little at that. I was glad he didn’t have anywhere to go. “Sorry about your pants, baby.”

His green eyes gleamed at me. “I’m not. If you humans weren’t so sexually repressed, I would be proud to walk around in them and tell everyone exactly how they got that way. It’s the one thing I miss about Faery. I liked being able to talk openly about how good it is to f*ck you.”

It was true. Faeries were big on oversharing when it came to their sex lives. But not all humans were repressed, and I needed to make that clear to my husband. I unbuttoned his slacks and slowly eased the zipper down. My fingers brushed against his taut skin, reveling in the muscles I found there. Dev’s body was perfection. Silk covering steel.

“Repressed, huh?” I pulled down the waistband of his blue silk boxers. His cock sprang free and he moaned as I stroked him. I wasn’t particularly gentle. He loved it rough. I clenched him in my hand, studying the beauty of his cock. Long and thick, with a gorgeous purple head. There was already a lovely pearly drop pushing from the slit.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” he said breathlessly, pressing his pelvis up.

“Oh, I think you were.” I kissed his cock, just a little peck. I let my tongue lap up the drop of arousal on his cock. Salty. Slightly sweet and wholly Dev. “I might have to prove you wrong, Devinshea.”

There is one particular part of my faery prince’s cock that I love to run my tongue over. He has a thick vein that runs from the base of his penis almost all the way to the head before disappearing deep into his flesh. I licked all the way up along that vein, feeling it pulse and buck under my tongue.

“Oh, goddess, please, please let me f*ck your mouth,” he begged, his nails digging into the chair. I knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to wrap his hands in my hair and shove his cock in and out of my mouth until he worked his way to the back so he could press down and come straight down my throat. He liked to stand over me and watch his cock take my mouth over and over again.

I wasn’t playing that way tonight. Magic or no magic, this was about me and what I needed. I needed to be in control for a time.

I worshipped his cock with little kisses and licks and let the engorged head disappear briefly into my mouth before starting another assault. Dev was panting, his cock weeping with cream by the time I got around to sucking his balls into my mouth.

“Zoey, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop that.” There was a desperate edge to his voice.