“There is a way,” he replies. “But it won’t be easy. Do you want this, Alienor? Do you want me?”
My heart flutters. Do I want a man I find attractive beyond reason? The only man I’ve ever been drawn to despite the danger? The only man I’ve ever found exciting? Do I want an eternity with the mischievous spirit behind my hound?
Grandma would say I’m being reckless to contemplate spending more than a few nights with a man, as would the rest of the coven, but I’ve always been an outsider with loneliness as my only companion. I’ve never had anyone truly look at me and like what they saw.
The answer to his question is as easy as exhaling.
“Forever.” I close the distance between us and bring our lips together.
The Boogie Man takes over the kiss, his lips firm and demanding. He threads his fingers through mine and guides me down to the mattress so we’re lying chest to chest.
He tastes of wild mint, of the forest, of summer days frolicking in the sun, and somewhere among those mingled flavors is the taste of my pussy. I melt into the kiss, satisfied that a part of me now belongs to him.
My mind dances and swirls in unison with the kiss. It’s savage, untamed, and awakens every nerve. As the Boogie Man explores my mouth with swirling caresses, a part of me turns feral. I kiss back, meeting him stroke for stroke until every inch of my body melds into his.
I can’t move. His weight on top of mine is a warm cocoon that I never knew I needed until this very moment. As he devours me with his tongue, he slides his shaft back and forth against my wet slit. The ridge of one of his cockheads grinds over my swollen clit and it almost feels like a tongue.
I buck my hips, wanting more. Needing it.
“Ready for my cock?” he asks.
“Please,” I murmur into the kiss. “Now.”
He reaches between our bodies and repositions his erection. One of its heads attaches to my labia like a sucker, making me shiver. I would ask what it’s doing, but two other heads clamp down on my pussy lips and push them open.
My eyes bulge. My pulse ratchets up to maximum capacity. My mouth opens in a noisy gasp.
The Boogie Man resumes the kiss as though he hasn’t just set loose three of his cockheads and is about to unleash the fourth. On instinct, my free hand slips down, but he grabs my wrist and pins it above my hand.
Now, I’m completely at the mercy of his peculiar cock.
The heads are more gentle than fingers, yet as nimble as lips. Each moves independently from the others and explores my pussy with soft pinches and squeezes and strokes.
The first head travels upward toward my aching clit. It feels smaller than the other two and more agile. I grab the Boogie Man’s shoulders, my entire body stiffening as it makes its slow ascent.
Fuck. That thing has a life of its own.
Before I know it, the cockhead engulfs my clit.
It’s wet and warm and tight, like a tiny mouth. The flesh around my clit draws together with a gentle vacuum and sucks once, twice, and then builds up a steady rhythm.
My vision turns white. I gasp into the kiss and dig my fingers into his shoulders.
Is his cockhead trying to… milk my clit?
The Boogie Man draws back, his eyes sparkling. “How is it?”
“Shit!” I hiss from between clenched teeth. “It’s fucking intense.”
The corners of his mouth tilt with a smile. “Just as promised.”
“But, but…”
All the words die in my throat. My brain is far too scrambled to demand answers, such as how a man can have a sucker for his cock.
Magic.
That’s the only explanation. I think Eleanor of Aquitaine must have invented the world’s first living sex toy.