10. Kushy Tushy

CLOVER

Everything is so shiny and sparkling, but it’s kinda cold at the same time. Not nice and cozy like Suisy is. Well, except for Kushim, of course. He is warm and by far one of the nicest people I’ve met, and I’ve met my fair share of nice people. We go shopping, and he buys me a gorgeous, fluffy dress, and then, we come back to one of the nice restaurants in the casino. I have the tiniest plate of food I’ve ever seen, and it tastes delicious.

“I still don’t like him. It’s folly to trust demons. Especially ones like him,” Aldrich says. “The attractive ones are always the most dangerous.”

Mip bounces on his shoulder, pointing at Aldrich’s face. “See, you just admitted that you are a dangerous person.”

Aldrich smirks and brushes back his hair. “Why, Mip, you find me attractive?” Mip pauses, frowning, and Aldrich laughs, then continues his tirade, “I am far more attractive, but I was referring to demons. I happen to be both far more attractive and far more trustworthy than a demon ,” he says, sneering.

Mip and Aldrich have been chattering non-stop for the past thirty minutes or so. “Will you guys please stop? I can’t hear what the pretty demon is saying to me,” I snip at them.

Kushim raises his brow at me, but continues eating. All the while, he’s watching the restaurant. I didn’t realize demons liked to people watch.

“Of course, we do,” he says, not taking his eyes off the other patrons.

I blush, not realizing I’d said that out loud.

“You are not considering lying with him, are you?” Aldrich says, and I blush and look away as a very sexy image of me naked between Kushim and Aldrich pops in my head, making me clench my thighs together.

“Didn’t you say being with her mates would help with the curse?” Mip snipes. “Let her get the goods! I mean, look at that tushy!” He teleports across the table and points at Kushim’s very nice rear.

I snort. “Kushy tushy.”

The corner of Kushim’s mouth turns up slightly, but he stays silent as he sips on his sparkly drink.

Aldrich looks conflicted, and he sighs. “Fine, go have fun with your new mate. We shall look around and make sure there’s nothing nefarious going on here.”

“And definitely not take anything that doesn’t belong to us,” Mip says, smiling at me before he teleports to Aldrich’s shoulder.

“You’re lucky this little heathen can anchor me as well as you do, or the fun you’ll be having would be a little more than one on one. Don’t leave the casino,” Aldrich says, his eyes locked on Kushim.

Mip winks at me, and Aldrich gives me a kiss before they both walk out. They seem to be getting along more, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

I put Mip’s doll body in the little bag that Kushim insisted went with my dress. It barely fits, and I try not to squish it, but Mip particularly likes this body, and he’d be upset if I lost it. Kushim types something on his phone, then gets up, nodding to the server and coming around to help me up. We leave the restaurant, weaving through the fancy people winning and losing in the casino, and go to the elevator. He flashes a card at this little panel on the elevator, and it starts moving up.

He pulls me close to him, his hand resting above my ass. His free hand twists a small lock of my hair. Kushim is cruelly handsome, and when he smiles down at me, and I am the one who reaches up and pulls him into a hard kiss. My tongue tangles with his, and he groans, pulling me in closer and grasping my ass as if he has been waiting his whole life to do so. My hands tangle into his hair, and I get lost in him until the elevator beeps, and a male voice comes out of the elevator’s intercom.

“Boss, please do not make me witness this. The security of this hotel is already a mess as is.”

Kushim flips off a camera I do not see in the corner of the elevator just as the doors open. The landing opens to a room that is bigger than the house I lived in for a short time when I was younger. A massive window that seems to cover the whole wall looks out over a pool that seems to hover over the city below. This mate is so fancy. A large white leather sofa takes up the center of the room, and I take a seat on it as the elevator slides shut behind us. I give up trying to look around the room as my eyes keep catching on my sexy new mate. Excitement and butterflies dance in my belly.

His eyes heat. “If you keep giving me those ‘fuck me eyes,’ I will do just that to you, my dear.”

My pussy throbs, and I nod enthusiastically. “Oh, yes, please. I would really like that.”

He lets out a growly chuckle and leans over me with a predatory smile. My heart thumps in my chest.

Suddenly, before I can react, he has me lifted in the air. I wrap my legs around his waist as his hands squeeze my ass.

“I want to devour you, sweet one,” he whispers against my neck.

My head falls back as he trails kisses over my neck, chin, shoulder, collarbone, his rough scruff brushing my heating skin.

“I—” I can’t think straight. It’s blissful torture as he keeps kissing me.

He stops kneading my ass, and I feel one hand hold me up as his other slides up my spine. I feel a slight tug on my dress, and it slides down just in time for his lips to greet my freed breasts. I dig my nails into his arms as he sucks one nipple into his mouth, teasing it gently with his teeth.

When his hot breath fans over my now-wet nipple, I let out a moan and slide my hands up the back of his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling his head back. I’m a panting mess as his red eyes meet mine, and he gives me a satisfied, knowing smirk.

“Do you want something?”

I respond by clashing my lips with his. He tastes like cinnamon and spice, and my gods, he can kiss. A soft moan escapes me as he grinds against my sensitive pussy. Why am I the only naked one?

I reach down with one hand to try to free his cock from his pants, but he grabs my hand, then my back hits something hard. I didn’t even notice we were moving. He has me pinned. His body pressed to mine. My hand trapped in his. I groan in needy frustration. My blood feels like it’s boiling. I need more.

“I meant what I said.” He says as he grabs me by my thighs and slides me up the wall. I reach down and grasp the top of his head. He can’t seriously be?—

“Whistler’s mother!” I cry out as his wet tongue strokes over my pussy. A jolt of electricity and shivers race down my spine, and goosebumps pebble my skin.

He chuckles darkly and turns his head, proceeding to perform the same torture he did above on my thighs and pussy lips but never quite touching where I want him to.

“Please, please, please.”

“That’s right. Beg for me, sweetness.”

I’ll beg him until the end of time if he just lets me come. “Please, Kushim, I need it.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my mind shatters. Fire dances over my skin, and my whole body shakes with the release. He gently lowers me down the wall, pulling me into a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips.

“Well done,” he murmurs as he pulls my dress off completely.

Is he ready for more? “It’s too soon. I just came,” I groan.

“You can come far more times than that, but right now, I want this delicious pussy of yours dripping on my cock.”

He releases his dick from his pants and pulls me away from the wall. His hands going to my ass as they spread my ass cheeks. He doesn’t move, he just holds me above his dick, his forehead resting against mine. The connection between us flickers to life. I wonder if he can feel it, too?

I squirm after a moment, trying to get him inside me. He licks his lips, looking down at where his cock keeps bumping against my clit.

“Kushim. Please.”

At my words, he slowly slides inside me, letting out a deep groan in my ear.

“Hells, this cunt is perfect.”

My pussy flutters and clenches around him, and my eyes roll back into my head as his thick cock stretches me.

I’ve barely had time to adjust before he starts a merciless pace. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Spasming pleasure ripples through my body. I clench around his shaft, feeling flames ignite from my throbbing sex my back arches as he drives us to the edge. My nails dig into his back as I attempt to hold on to this feeling. The pressure grows and grows, the world narrowing around us. His lips take mine and the tension between us explodes, ecstasy and pleasure shaking my bones and I pull my head back with a scream. I’m a trembling mess in his arms as he increases his speed until faltering as he groans, “Clover.” thrusting and holding me tight as he spills inside. His lips meet mine, and it feels like a claim.