The Succubus and her two Mates

27| Getting to know you

The palace gardens were sprawling- the paths snaked through thick hedges, pavilions, crops of fruit trees, a lake and a grotto. Brock led Ronnie through to where he had organised for dinner to be served, on the patio by the greenhouse.

Great gardens and groves made way to a secluded path. They walked side by side. She had that itch - she hadn't felt like this since the first time she wanted to hold a boy's hand. Where you wanted to, and you agonised over whether they did too. And then that moment when you knew they did - well that was what it was like for her as she could feel it the moment before they would act, and if they didn't act she knew when they wanted to. It meant that she often made the first move. She couldn't feel it from Brock yet. He was swinging rapidly from absolute desire for her to anxiety.

She tried to make small talk, asking him about his day, but his answers were monosyllabic. She could feel a snippy edge coming into her voice with every barely answered question.

She stopped him, "Do you just want to call it a night?"

Brock looked at her in shock, "No."

"Well, do you want to maybe tell me what's bothering you?"

Brock sighed "I can't explain it. I just feel like I can't be myself with you." He looked everywhere but at her. "I-" he grumbled, not continuing.

Ronnie looked around - there was no one around. The sun was starting to set and lamps were lit along the path. Ronnie could see a pretty weeping willow tree a good distance from the path, its branches sweeping all the way to the ground, creating a dome of leaves. She knew how to relax a person. She walked towards it.

"What are you doing?" Brock called.

"We need to break this tension," Ronnie said, trying not to let her frustration come through, "maybe then we can chill into this, uh, date."

"What?" He asked again, following her under the canopy of the tree.

She touched the tree trunk, looking up into the branches. The last of the late afternoon dappled light danced across her face as she looked at him.

Brock regarded her. "We should go to dinner."

"Mmmm," she hummed as she reached a hand up and stroked the branch above her. She rested her back against the trunk. "Or you could fuck me?"

She saw that look come over him. He was such a serious guy, but when she did or said something even slightly risque a look of pleasant surprise would come across his face. A thrill.

He came towards her.

The movement created a warmth in her that quickly spread. She let his feelings flow over her and pushed her desire for him at him.

He gasped, "You don't have to do that ..." his breath out bubbling with a growl. The sound heightened her need.

She tried to kiss him, but he held her face. "I just wanted you to know how much I want you, considering I can feel you."

"You're my mate. I can feel you, smell you." His voice turned husky. He gripped her just below her jaw. He marveled how perfectly her neck fit into his hand. He thought about watching Brand fuck her at her apartment. Brand had gripped her like this.

Ronnie pushed her mound up against him. She licked her lips and reached up to the branch above her. She liked where this was going.

"I think this is what Brand was talking about," his voice rumbled. "We should be getting to know each other, not just having sex."

"Brand isn't here. Take me how you want me and then we can get on with our night- getting to know each other more."

Tilting her face by applying pressure on her neck, he touched her lips with his other hand. Her lips parted for him, her eyes never leaving his.