Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
He clenched his jaw at that.
“These ache.” She drew in and traced her tongue along his sack.
His brawny chest hitched. “They do ache,” he ground out, “with no relief in sight. Play with my body all you like—short of a gelding—but I’ll still resist you.”
“What a matchup. My tongue versus your will.” Maybe this was what she’d been missing with her other lovers. Thrilling tension.
As she slowly masturbated his length, she sucked one ball between her lips and moaned around it so he could feel the vibrations.
He groaned, “There’s my good lass.”
After repeating her kiss on the other one, she released him with a pop. Then she simply gazed up at him through her lashes, mouth parted in invitation. Fill me.
He couldn’t deny her. He guided his shaft to her, pressing the damp head between her lips.
She suckled him, coaxing more saltiness from the font, her tongue gone slick with it.
His shaking hands closed over her head. Hips tilted, jaw slackened, expression lost. Yet somehow he remembered her pleasure. He pinched her achy horns like they were sensitive nipples, which they kind of were for her.
As she fondled his testicles, she sealed her lips around the crown and drew him in inch by inch.
“Gods almighty!” He quaked, his muscular legs juddering. “Everything I can do no’ to thrust!” His balls tightened, readying to spend, and her tongue detected the rising knot of semen in his shaft.
Ditch’s mouth really was undefeatable.
He might be determined, but he was a male through and through. And she controlled males. Always had—
He drew back from the suction of her kiss. “Canna. I want you back with me. Need that. You’ll be safe with me.”
What in the seven hells? She frowned at that knot of semen trapped by his own stubbornness, his shaft visibly throbbing under the pressure of his load. He was resisting her? Impossible!
Her tail flicked as an idea sparked. “Very well. Deny yourself. But now you’ve whetted my appetite again. Let me kiss your cock while I finish myself.”
He hesitated. But then her tail curled down between her thighs to diddle her slick sex, which clearly interested him very much. He absently gave his cock back to her mouth like a dazed offering.
His taste and responses had primed Ditch, her orgasm imminent. But she would focus on his. Her lubricated tail abandoned her pussy to curve around and snake up behind him. He was too lost to her suckling to notice.
“Close, witch.” He heaved breaths. “I crave flooding your pointed tongue with seed.”
She darted that tongue and sucked harder.
“But I canna!” He started to pull away.
Her claws bit into the damp muscles of his back, and her tail struck—sliding between his muscular cheeks, prodding, pressing—and then in.
Sunk home.
He roared. His cock jerked and his first jet of seed hit her throat, hot and thick. She swallowed greedily as his body convulsed, shaking the bars. The mighty king’s roar continued, gaining intensity as it seemed to echo over the entire Skein.
She milked him with her fist and her hollowed cheeks until his legs nearly gave.
Better.
Once she’d emptied spurt after spurt of his delicious Lykae semen, she gave him a last lick and withdrew her tail to the music of his stunned groan.
Wary and seeming psychically injured, he said between ragged breaths, “You just…you…”
“I know.” She rose smoothly, triumphant. “You did say I could play with your body all I wanted. Sometimes I play rough.”
He looked wrecked—shocked, gorgeous, undone. His mouth worked as he cast about for speech. “Your tail.”
“Gave you a tentacular orgasm? Yes. Thank me with a gift of Craigdúr cattle.” She donned his coat with a defiant look. Mine. She refused to relinquish her masturbatory aid.
He clenched the bars, looking like he’d break through them to seize her. “Doona go. It’s no’ safe for you in the Witchwood!”
“We both came, our standoff at an end. Of course I’ll go.” She laughed. “You see, tonight has changed nothing in me, which means you’re all alone in hell.”
His eyes glowed wolf blue with disappointment in her, this hungry king who’d begun to hope. Which didn’t affect her. At all.
Over her shoulder, she called, “A herd, Thane. I’ll expect at least a herd. You know I’m worth it.”
Once she was out of sight, his gut-wrenching howl shook the night, raw with longing.
Chapter 29
Lowell
“I canna believe Ditch found you on the Mount,” he said, seated across from Thane’s desk not long after moonset. “Had you told her she’s yours?”
“Nay.” The king leaned back in his chair, whiskey untouched, eyes shadowed by a restless light. “But she figured it out.”
“Well? Is the claiming as good as they say?” Lowell asked, half jesting, half curious.
He wasn’t convinced matehood was the apex of existence. Not after his nights with Meera.
A shapely, ireful witch who made him high with fury and near fucking.