“What could you have to confess to me?” Lorelei blinked.
“I didn’t expect it,” he began, “but I don’t want you to…I don’t want you to find out about it while we’re, um…” He couldn’t say “making love.” He still wasn’t sure if he could call it that (and what a silly turn of phrase, anyway). That was a two-way street, wasn’t it? He didn’t want to just call it fucking, though, or any other synonym that came to mind. “I don’t want you to suddenly taste this on me,” the young man finally managed.
Naughty glee spread across her mouth in a grin. “I felt you much of the day.”
He blinked. “Then you know?”
“Not specifics,” she said, shaking her head. “But as you lust, I feel it. I told you. This is what sustains me. Desire, and pleasures of our flesh…yours as much as mine,” the succubus added while trailing a tempting finger down his chest to his waistline. She started smoothly unfastening his belt with that single hand. “I hunger for you in my own right, but your desires become mine. I want for you everything you want for yourself.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“It feels rather exhilarating, actually,” she grinned.
“Lorelei, it was Rachel,” Alex admitted. Best to be direct about it, he figured. “She showed up to talk to me at school. I don’t want you to think I haven’t been sincere with you. But I don’t want you to find out the wrong way that I’m attracted to her, too.”
She sat up to bring her eyes closer to his. “Then you know,” Lorelei said.
“Know what?”
“You know what I learned last night, but you hadn’t consciously thought through. You’ve been rather distracted, after all. Alex, this is no shock. You’re as dazzled by her as you have been by me. She’s an angel. It’s no surprise.”
“You don’t sound mad,” he ventured.
Her shoulders shrugged without much concern. Without even looking, her hand resumed unfastening his pants. “Hardly. I cannot say that I like her, but your desire is understandable. She is quite a pretty thing. Most angels are. I would greatly enjoy ravishing her myself, though I expect that would be a very different game for me than for you.
“Your lust for her is different than your lust for me in some ways, but also very similar. In some ways your desire for her is stronger, but the unknown always has that advantage.”
Lorelei’s eyes closed softly as she leaned in to kiss him. Alex accepted it, his heart soaring with surprised relief. He felt her grin as they kissed. When their lips parted, she said simply, “Never worry that I will be jealous of your desires. I want you to have her, too, Alex. If I can make that happen, I will.”
Partial honesty won’t cut it here, Alex knew. It could still lead to pain later. “I think it’s more than just lust.”
“And lust is all you feel for me?” asked that seductive grin that brushed against his mouth. “I have felt much more than lust between my legs tonight. Much more than friendship.” Her hands pushed his pants down off of his hips. “I would feel that again.”
Later, Alex would wonder how she’d made things happen so smoothly. It certainly couldn’t have been his doing. He was on his knees, pants only lowered halfway down his thighs, while she lounged naked and waiting in the plush chair. But the next thing he knew, he was fully naked, still kneeling before her spread legs, sinking his cock into her wet, yielding flesh.
She had crazy supernatural sex powers. That was all he needed to know.
For Lorelei, the meaning of their intimacy ran far deeper. He wanted to please her, and it made all the difference. Most other partners wanted to take from her, or at best satisfy her just to feed their egos. Alex wanted to give. He’d freely bowed his head to her in affection and thanks and a gesture of equality, all things she’d never had from a man.
Eventually they relaxed in one another’s arms, naked and intertwined in a chair that wasn’t built for two. It should have been terribly uncomfortable. Instead, they remained in the chair until well after sunset.
“Thank you,” he sighed with a satisfied grin.
“I am yours for the taking,” Lorelei responded simply. “Always.”
“I’m tempted, but I have to move,” Alex confessed. “Can’t stay in this chair forever.”
“Oh?” One eyebrow rose curiously. Lorelei let him extricate himself from both her embrace and the chair to sit on the floor. She crawled over to him like she was ready to eat him, pushing him onto his back. He had no doubt that was on her mind. “All we need do is change positions. So many different ways…”
“Wait, no, no,” laughed her vulnerable partner. “We’ve got things to do.”
“Do we?” She loomed over him on her hands and knees. Her hair fell in an intimate black curtain around their faces. “Magnificent as this has been, you cannot possibly be satisfied yet. Not with me.”
“I’m sure I’ll get by. We need to get you clothes and stuff. Gotta work out how we’re going to handle the rest of the world. I can’t just hide you away as my naked sex slave forever.”
“Master, one day, centuries from now, I will torment you with these silly things you have said to me while our bond was young. There will be great amusement at your expense.”
Alex laughed happily, at his own expense, and then stopped short. “Wait, centuries?”
* * *
“I can’t imagine what a house like this must cost,” Alex blinked. He sat on his motorcycle with his feet on the pavement as Lorelei dismounted. She wore only a pair of his sweatpants, sandals and his leather jacket. She said she didn’t need the helmet, but he didn’t want to get pulled over.
“It sold for several million not long after prices fell across the city,” came Lorelei’s nonchalant response. She handed Alex’s spare helmet back to him without looking.
They parked his motorcycle on a winding, hilly residential street. Before them the ground rose up to a large house, still catching the rays of the setting sun. The garage seemed to have been dug into the hill to eliminate the need for a steep driveway. The only other access to the house sat at the front porch at the end of cobblestone steps leading up the hill.
Normally, Alex didn’t leave his helmets clipped to his bike. Seattle’s wealthy Magnolia neighborhood seemed like a safe place to forego that rule. Everywhere he looked were homes that he figured would never be in his price range. The one before him, though, took the cake on this street. It may not have been the swankiest thing in the whole neighborhood, but the owner had clearly done well for himself…or herself?
“Is this yours?” he asked hesitantly.
“No. Though I could likely arrange something comparable if you like, given time. Alex,” she frowned, “I don’t know if you should follow me inside. It will likely not be pleasant.”
She hadn’t given much detail on this “errand.” Alex had intended to take her shopping for decent clothes within the boundaries of his budget. He was willing to sacrifice for her.
Instead, she suggested reclaiming her own resources. She hadn’t articulated what those resources were. It occurred to Alex that he could’ve simply asked, but if she wanted to tell him, she would’ve. The whole thing bothered him more and more on the ride over. He wanted to trust her, but this was uncharted territory for them.
Many things, he had to concede, represented uncharted territory.
“Do you think it’ll be dangerous?” The house looked deserted, but he couldn’t be sure.
Lorelei considered it, but shrugged. “No. But again, it may well be unpleasant.”
“How so? You haven’t told me what’s going on.”
Hesitantly, Lorelei said, “This is where I was when that priest and his men summoned me in their ritual. One moment I was here, the next I stood in a summoning circle. You know the rest. I do not look scarred to you, but I am.”