Wicked Harmony

Chapter 20 | Sin

Chapter 20

Sin

“ S trip, sweetheart.”

Holy fuck, is there anything hotter than a gentle guy having a secret domineering side? I’m quickly finding out the answer to that is a ‘hell no’.

I don’t hesitate to follow his command. Something changed between us in the forest earlier today. Something shifted inside me, too. It’s like his and Cal’s straightforward acceptance of my role in the Herald’s manipulations opened up some closed off part of me.

I don’t know how long this thing between us will last. A few more weeks and they’ll be swept up in a whirlwind tour and who knows what’ll happen once we leave this cabin.

So, I’m seizing the moment and the damn day and if that involves having sweaty, torrid sex with an otherworldly gorgeous rockstar, then who am I to argue?

Micah helps me to pull off my jeans and carefully untangles the buttons of my top when they get tangled in my hair and I just about melt. He’s so gentle and patient, but then every few seconds he’ll press a dirty kiss to my skin, making my nerves come alive and my pussy grow even wetter.

Once I’m naked and splayed out on the bed, Micah crawls up between my legs and rests his forehead against the mound of my pussy before inhaling deeply .

“Fuuuck, you smell good. Are you all worked up Sin?” he says, shooting me a filthy smirk that has my stomach swooping.

“I need you to touch me right now.” It feels like I might explode if he doesn’t.

I’m not sure exactly what’s happened to me. But being in this house has transformed me into a horny beast, champing at the bit to strip Micah down and ride him.

Maybe it’s because over the last couple of days, I’ve woken up from seriously sexy dreams with my pajamas soaked with my arousal.

When I’m alone in my bedroom at night, I picture Cal pounding away at his drums and imagine how easily he could lift me as he pounds rhythmically into me. And I remember how Micah seems to lose control of his tongue when he’s around me and I imagine it licking the sweat off my skin. In my daydreams, Iri watches with his characteristic intensity, a visible bulge in his pants as he observes the other two getting me off, waiting until I’m a mewling mess before gripping my wrists in his hands and plunging inside me.

I dream of all of them under me and over me, spreading my thighs, sucking my nipples into their mouths, teasing me until I come apart in an explosion of feeling.

It must be a subconscious response to our close proximity inside this cabin. My brain is melting from all the sexy rock star pheromones and it’s taking me to a place where nothing exists but them and me.

Last night, I even dreamt of Dorian burying his face between my thighs. The way he looked up at me with a cocky smirk, my arousal glistening on his lips, it almost made me come with zero stimulation.

Shit. My libido is in overdrive right now.

You don’t want to be a slut, darling Saint, do you? Others will try and sway you from The Path, but you must resist.

Get. Out. Of. My. Head .

I mentally ball up the Herald’s words and throw them into the sun, forcing myself back into the room and focus on Micah as he buries his face between my legs.

He laps at my clit with slow, sure movements, letting out a guttural growl that makes me tingle all over. His long tongue feels fucking amazing as it flickers over my clit.

And then it enters me and, oh fuck, that feels even better.

“Mmm, you taste incredible,” he murmurs.

“Shit, Micah, keep doing that.”

At my words, he pulls back and shoots me another filthy smirk, yanking his shirt over his head and revealing a brightly colored chest plate tattoo that covers both upper arms and ends below his nipples.

It’s beautiful. This mixture of swirling colors—bright blues and greens and pinks in an abstract design that look almost like feathers. His body is lean and tightly muscled and as I watch him strip off, he sweeps up his long hair into a ponytail before ducking down to press his lips to mine in a long, hard kiss.

His tongue flicks out and I’m mesmerized by it. It’s almost snake-like. Longer than I’ve ever seen before and thinner, forking slightly at the end.

Then Micah shows me exactly how he can put that long tongue to use.

He grins at me before burying his face between my legs, his fingers playing with my clit as he buries it inside my pussy.

And holy fuck, he’s hitting that sweet spot inside me without even searching for it. He groans, fucking me with his tongue while he continues to play with my clit with his fingers. My skin tingles, pleasure flooding through my veins as though they're filled with fizzing candy.

Then he reaches up and squeezes my breast, thumbing my nipple and continuing to fuck me with his fingers and his tongue. I wrap my legs around his head and lift my hips, jerking them desperately as I fuck his face from beneath. Micah groans again and I feel the vibration inside my pussy, pushing me to the edge of pleasure.

I tip over the edge. Tumbling into my orgasm and gripping his ponytail for dear life as he continues to fuck his tongue deep inside me. He lets out a helpless groan, his own hips jerking as it feels like I come forever. My pussy is clenching around his tongue and my clit throbs until I collapse back onto the bed. My limbs feel floppy, like wet noodles, and I struggle to prop myself up to look down at him.

Micah climbs to his knees, adjusting himself through the underpants he’s still wearing, and it hits me.

“I didn’t even touch you,” I say, dismayed at myself and how selfish I’ve been.

He doesn’t seem to mind though, if the massive grin on his face is anything to go by. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” he says.

The damp spot on the front of his underwear is evidence he found his release.

“Feeling your orgasm. Feeling your sweet pussy clench around my tongue and sharing the feeling as you came—” He shakes his head, blowing out a long breath. “It was like nothing else I’ve felt before.”

I roll off the bed onto shaking legs and hold out my hand to him. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”

He grins again and my insides go warm as he interlinks our fingers.

Then I pull him into the ensuite connected to his bedroom and flip on the shower, where we both get clean... and then dirty ourselves up all over again.