Chapter 9

Iyla

WE PULLED INTO A LONG driveway that was lined with pine trees, which offered a sense of seclusion for the home Zagan was directing me to. Zagan suggested we go back to my apartment, but I quickly dismissed the idea. My mom was known for making unexpected house calls, and it would be just my luck for her to show up while Zagan was in my apartment. Or worse, while he and I were in the middle of having sex. So we came to his place.

“I didn’t know you lived in Tennessee,” I said as my car crawled along the driveway.

“I didn’t before this morning,” he replied, the perfect picture of ease—tattooed arms draped over the console and door arm rest, head leaned back on the seat, and his mouth relaxed.

Meanwhile, it felt like a swarm of bees were buzzing around my insides.

“I bought this place before popping into your apartment,” he explained. “I was living in New York like the rest of the band, but seeing as how I can only get what I need from you now, I’ll be in Tennessee often. So I pulled a couple strings to get this place purchased and ready today.”

I glanced at him with both a sense of amazement and envy. It must be nice to have powers or whatever it was that let him make things happen for himself. If I could do that …

I shook my head to dismiss the thought since there was no point dwelling on something that obviously wasn’t going to happen.

We finally emerged from the overhanging trees and into a vast opening. My jaw nearly hit the floor. The house—or rather, the mansion —was like something right out of a gothic fantasy.

Black stone and glass made up the towering house. Everything was tall with sharp edges and beautifully dark. Stone steps led to an intricate front door, which had vines carved into the paneling. The right side of the house featured some sort of room that seemed to have walls made of glass, but I drove past it before I could really look to see what was in there.

“This place is amazing,” I mused breathlessly. I didn’t hesitate to jump out and follow him up the steps. I wanted to see more of what this gorgeous dark home had to offer. “I can’t believe you bought this.”

Zagan smirked, seemingly pleased with my awe, as he unlocked the door. “Impressed?”

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing the full extent of my amazement, I tried to school my features and gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Only a little.”

He rolled his eyes, but the smirk was still there. He knew I was full of shit.

The door opened, stealing my breath in the same instant. Black floors with dark gray walls, black sconces on the walls, a sweeping chandelier in the entryway, monochrome furnishings. It could’ve been plucked right from a gothic home magazine, and I marveled at the stunning beauty of it all.

The living room, which could easily fit five of my own, was immediately to my left. Two sets of staircases—one leading down and one going up—separated the living room from a sleek, clean kitchen. Beyond that were sliding glass doors that looked out onto a large body of water with a dock.

Since Zagan had made himself at home in my place earlier, I decided it was my turn. I crept to my right where an arched doorway led into the room made of glass. Seeing the room in all its glory made my heart stop.

I might as well have walked into a grand gothic ballroom. Black and white marble flooring covered the space, and a black fireplace that was taller than me sat against the interior wall. Two black chandeliers dangled from both ends of the room, which was easily the length of a basketball court. The walls were, in fact, made of windows, except for the interior wall that was connected to the main house. The large room was empty, save for one thing that stood in the far corner by the windows, closest to the water out back.

A glossy, black Steinway grand piano.

I swallowed hard, my feet suddenly stuck in place as I stared at my dream instrument. I wanted to run toward it and away from it all at once. It was everything I wanted.

But also everything I knew I couldn’t have.

Zagan came around me and looked between me and the piano. “Do you play?”

The sound of his voice lured me out of my own head, and I forced myself to look away from the instrument so that I could find the ability to speak. “No,” I answered softly. I gave a final glance at the piano and turned away. “Not anymore.”

“Sounds like there’s a story there,” Zagan murmured as he followed me from the room.

There was a note of curiosity in his voice, one I knew I had to stomp out. I looked over my shoulder with a quirked brow. “Do you want me to tell you a story, or do you want to have sex?”

The moment the question left my lips, I knew my mistake. I was trying to keep him from prying into me and my life, but in doing so, I’d sped up the timeline for what we were actually here for—what I was an anxious ball of emotions over.

His eyes lost their curiosity, taking on a sensual gleam as they raked over me. He pointed ahead of me and ordered in his deep, velvety voice, “Upstairs. Door at the end of the hall.”

I swallowed. For some odd reason, having him order me around in that tone made liquid fire spread through my gut and settle between my thighs. It was such a swift and delirious feeling that I wasn’t used to, and maybe that’s why I obeyed without complaint.

I turned and made my way up the dark steps. The hallways were just as lovely as the floor we left behind with the same black floors, trim, and doors. When I stepped into the room Zagan had directed me to, my insides fluttered. It was a bedroom, most likely his.

It was pretty bare with only a dresser, black chair in the corner by the balcony doors, and the overly large bed. It was kinda criminal how big the bed was. It could easily fit five people.

I’d stopped just beyond the threshold. Zagan’s front pressed into my back, and my breath hitched when his hands landed on my hips then slowly traveled across my stomach and up, making my shirt rise with his warm hands.

“We’re gonna make up for what happened last time,” he vowed against my ear. “This is the first and only time I’ll be overly gentle. Understand?”

I tried to keep my breathing under control, but having him this close with his hands gliding up my torso to cup my breasts over my bra was too much.

Yet also, not enough.

My chest rose and fell hard when he pinched my nipples over the fabric of my bra. A groan slipped past my lips, and the sound made him step closer so that I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressed into my back.

“You know,” he said as he grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to turn and face him. He bit the corner of his lip near one of his piercings as he looked me over, still fully clothed. “This situation of ours could actually be fun. You get to learn what you like, and I get to be the one to teach you.”

The idea was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating.

It made me feel guilty for being even a little excited, but it also made me feel … free.

He glanced at my chest. “Do you like that shirt?”

I looked down at the blue button-up. “Yeah. It’s—”

“Too bad.” He reached forward to grip the material, and with a quick yank, he ripped the buttons right out of the holes, sending the small disks scattering across the floor.

I gasped in surprise from both the act and the sudden chill against my bare torso.

He smirked, pulling the ruined material off my arms to discard. “Better.”

I opened my mouth to protest his destruction of my clothes, but before I could, his mouth was on mine. Goosebumps broke out along my back as his tongue swept inside, moving with mine. His large hands made quick work of ridding me of my bra—thankfully, without any more ripping.

Though seeing him do that to my shirt had been hotter than I cared to admit.

His hands coasted up either side of my neck, forcing my head to angle just the way he wanted it to deepen the kiss. He walked me backward until the back of my legs hit the bed.

“Lay your pretty ass back on that bed,” Zagan ordered against my mouth, nipping my lip once.

I sucked in a sharp breath. I wasn’t sure if he meant what he said—calling me pretty—or if it was just for the sake of the mood, but it made a flutter break free deep inside me. I eagerly sat on the edge, looking up at him.

“Pants,” he said, pointing at my legs. “Take them off.”

I slipped my fingers into my jeans and underwear. As I removed mine, I watched him yank his shirt off. His muscles flexed, and his tattoos stood out against his cream-colored skin. They were just as mesmerizing as the last time I saw them.

When I was naked, I leaned back but kept my legs firmly closed. I was pulsing between my thighs with a hunger unlike any other kind, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still a nervous wreck for what was to come.

Zagan smirked. He rested his palms on my ankles and slowly trailed them up my legs. Delicious goosebumps broke out on my skin, and my eyes fluttered at the intoxicating feel of his hands on my bare skin.

“Feeling shy now? We can’t have that.” His hands traveled over my knees and along my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart as they went. The heat swirling in his gaze intensified, and he licked his pierced lips. “So beautiful. So wet. Does your pussy like being told what to do?”

My mouth dried, and I squirmed under the lure of his gaze. I was so needy between my legs, and just having his eyes on me felt like the slightest brush against my core. My hips shifted on their own accord, restless and greedy. I needed more.

I needed him.

“Answer me,” he hissed, his voice turning firm.

My pussy throbbed with the order, and my nipples hardened. Judging by the enjoyment creeping into the corners of his eyes, he seemed to notice the effect of his demands for himself, so there was no point in denying it.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I like it.”

“Are you excited to find out what else you like?” he asked, undoing his jeans and shucking them and his briefs.

My eyes were transfixed on his hard length. I didn’t have any previous experience to compare him to, but even without that, I just knew Zagan was well-endowed. Sand weighed down my tongue, and the breath I’d been taking froze in my chest.

Finally, I managed to sputter, “I—I’m excited.”

“I bet you are,” he said with a lustful look at my bare center. “Now be a good girl and hold those lips open for me while I eat your cunt.”

The husky order had me complying without a moment’s hesitation. I reached my hands down my stomach and to my middle where I spread my folds open so that I bore even more of myself to him.

He groaned and immediately knelt over me and got to work. His tongue coasted up from my entrance to my clit, and my heels dug into the mattress with the immediate rush of pleasure. My head fell back as I gasped, but as soon as I did, he stopped.

I was on fire and aching for his touch, so with the sudden loss of it, I lifted my head again to look at him.

“Eyes on me, Sparrow. I want you to watch as I devour every last drop of the orgasm you’re about to have.”

I kept my head raised, straining to keep it upright as he’d demanded. His face hovered above my fingers, which still held myself open. He smirked and blew out a chuckle. The warmth of his breath hitting my wet, sensitive clit made my legs shake with a fierce need to feel something.

“Please,” I begged, unable to keep the plea from my voice.

The whimper seemed to light a fire inside him. He started placing soft kisses on my fingers and licking off the moisture that had gathered on them from how turned on I was. “Say my name.”

I tried to control my already ragged breathing. “Zagan.”

His tongue swirled over my pounding clit, and electrifying heat coursed through my entire being. “Again,” he hissed with another flick of his tongue.

“Zagan!” I gasped. Sweat already beaded the back of my neck, both from my muscles straining to hold my position and from aching for his touch.

“Say my name when you cum,” he commanded.

I watched from hooded eyes as Zagan’s mouth and tongue worked on my clit. My legs shook on either side of his head as sparks ricocheted between my thighs, swirling all throughout me. My moans came out breathy and hungry, and they only got louder when two fingers plunged inside me.

His name left my lips on a groan, and I tried to keep my head up and eyes open to watch like he’d told me to.

Even with my limited view, I could see the satisfied smile on his face as his tongue and digits coaxed me closer and closer to that sweet, blissful place. His blue eyes held mine over the hood of my pussy while his tongue flicked and swirled in just the right spot, and his fingers curled to rub inside me. The mixture was too great, and with his eyes firmly fixed on my face, I detonated.

“Zagan!” I practically screamed as my entire body shook with the release. I finally collapsed onto my back and let my hands fall to my sides.

“Goddamn, you taste good,” he growled, getting to his knees between my legs and resting back on his heels.

He slid his hands under my thighs and gripped them, yanking me forward. I gasped, and as I watched him line up with my entrance, trepidation tried to replace the high of the orgasm. He didn’t give it time to take over, though. With an ease unlike last time, he rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness in my folds and used that to help himself push inside me.

I fisted the sheets beneath me at the burn that came with the stretch, and I gritted my teeth as he pushed deeper. The sting wasn’t as bad as the pain from before, and after a few more seconds of him slowly sliding in, he finally grinned down at me and praised, “Good girl. You took me all in. Now I’m gonna reward you.”

He kept his firm hold on my thighs with my legs draped over his arms, and he sat up higher as he withdrew to just the tip before plunging back in. My back bowed with the spine-tingling sensation. The burn of fullness had basically subsided, and now all I felt was breathless, warm, and electrified. Each hard thrust of his hips sent my mind scattering.

I couldn’t believe I ever thought he was bad at this.

I moaned and curled my toes as the pleasure spiraling in my center built up all over again.

“Oh, Zagan,” I cried. “Zagan, I’m—I’m—”

I couldn’t find words. I couldn’t even think past how amazing I felt with his large, hard dick plunging in and out of me, reaching spots I’d never even known were there.

“That’s it,” Zagan sang. “Lose yourself to it, baby. Lose yourself to pleasure and sin with me.”

This orgasm hit me hard, traveling over my entire body. I threw my head back and screamed with the intensity of it. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, and if he didn’t still have my legs hooked around his arms, they would’ve fallen like limp, useless noodles.

My brain was fried, but through the haze of it all, I was amazed. Who knew there was something that felt this good out there? To think I’d been missing these experiences all this time.

Zagan’s hips didn’t stop as he worked for his own release now. He inhaled deeply as he stared down at me, and when he smirked, his eyes seemed to briefly change to their black with red slits. It was there and gone so quickly, I wasn’t sure if it was just my post-orgasm imagination or not.

“The way your pleasure tastes …” Zagan growled, watching me like he was mesmerized. “It’s been awhile since I’ve tasted sex this good.”

The grip of ecstasy still had me firmly in its hold with his cock continuing to drive into me. Maybe it was because I was under its spell that I asked breathlessly, “What does it taste like?”

His hips drove in harder, and he angled himself so that he seemed to hit me even deeper. My mouth fell open with another slew of moans, and the pulsing ache between my thighs was nearing a crescendo once more.

“Your pleasure tastes …” He seemed to consider it while his eyes traced over my naked flesh. “Like sunshine on a hillside. Warm. Sweet. Refreshing. Freeing. You taste as close to heaven as a demon like me will ever get.”

His words brought me to that peak all over again, and this time, he fell with me. He grunted as he slammed into me once then twice, spilling himself inside me as he did.

He pulled out with a wet pop, and he released my legs to fall back onto the mattress. He sat next to me as he caught his breath while I was basically an empty husk lying there. It felt like my very soul had left my body behind with the dizzying rush of sexual bliss.

He leaned back on his hands and stared down at me with a satisfied grin. “Still think I’m bad at it?”

I fought to regain control of my own breathing and tried to think of something witty to say back. I was too jumbled in the head right now, so instead, I went for honesty. “No. You proved me wrong.”

My head fell to the side, allowing me to look my fill of Zagan. The muscles on his tattooed arms stood out as he leaned back on them, and I found myself tracing the beautiful snake up his arm. My eyes moved to the ink on his defined chest and down his chiseled abdomen until my gaze rested on his glistening, still hard cock.

Which I realized with a cold dose of reality was bare.

No condom.

“No, no, no,” I said with a sudden rush of alarm. I started to sit up, my eyes locked on his shaft. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

“Woah,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder to keep me from sitting up. He looked at me like I’d just sprouted a second head. “We don’t need a condom. Incubi can’t reproduce. I can’t get you pregnant. We also can’t get or pass STDs.” His shit-eating grin came back. “We come with all the perks of sex and none of the consequences.”

His smile slipped, and he pursed his lips. “Well, clearly there are some consequences.” He gave me a pointed look. “Seeing as how we’re stuck with each other. That little inconvenience and broken hearts are the only consequences. We leave a lot of those in our wake.”

The news made me fall onto my back again. I stared up at the ceiling, overcome with a sense of reassurance. It was fine. I was fine. He didn’t and couldn’t get me pregnant. My eyes closed in relief as I let the news settle my worries. The warmth from the handful of orgasms I’d just had found me again, and I held onto that in an effort to not think about all the rules I’d broken in the past two days.

I was still a good girl.

Dirty , my mother’s voice hissed in the back of my mind.

I was still a good daughter.

Disobedient , my mother’s voice snapped.

I was … I was …

A mistake .