Feral Darlings

Chapter Six

Emris

I discard the rest of my clothing, watching her pupils expand and her nipples peak. Her eyes roam over my entire body and then stop as my cock springs forward, still hard as a rock from the idea of being inside her again. I may not last long, but my refractory period is impeccable.

“ Are you ready to make love to your husband again?” I ask, stalking toward her until there ’ s hardly any space between us. The people around us are still on their knees; my hold over them is strong enough to keep them in place. It ’ s a nice perk of being so old. And my sweet wife thinks I have a hold over her as well when, in reality, it ’ s a mere suggestion. I don ’ t have to command her like I do the rest. It ’ s a nudge, a little push in the direction she wants to go anyway. And she doesn ’ t want to say no enough to stop the momentum.

“ Do I have a choice?” Her voice is rough, filled with a false malice she thinks I can ’ t see through.

“ My fiery siren,” I murmur before caressing her face, my fingers running into her hair. “ I have missed this mouth.”

I kiss her, and her lips are plush and pliant against my own. She opens for me almost immediately, allowing my tongue to sweep inside and taste her. The sound of her blood thrumming through her veins calls to me—a song meant only for my ears. Her heart thunders, and the pulse point in her throat throbs. God, she is perfect.

Pulling myself away, I walk backward and sit on the settee, lifting my hips and spreading my thighs to get comfortable. Paloma just watches, the green in her eyes practically swallowed by the black of her pupils. And then, without my command, she sinks to her knees…and then her hands. Her breasts hang below her, swaying in time with her hips as she seductively crawls between my legs. I can only imagine the view she ’ s giving every man and woman behind her. And then her soft hands are on my thighs, crawling up to my hips as she looks at me from under her copper lashes.

“ This is what you wanted, yes?” she asks, her mouth close enough to my cock that I can feel her breath. Her lips brush against the head before her tongue sweeps out over my flesh. My cock jumps, and my balls tighten. “ I give you this, and you leave my people and patrons be.”

I grin, glancing up at our captive audience before my hands entwine in her curls and pull them all back away from her face. She takes the hint and envelopes my hardness with her soft mouth. “ This is most definitely what I have wanted,” I tell her as she continues to suck my soul straight out of me. Pleasure shoots through me, and the grip I have on her hair tightens until she whimpers. “ But this is not nearly all I want, sweet wife. If you want to keep your little humans safe, I highly suggest you continue to be the good girl I know that you are.”

Her fangs protract and sink into my flesh with vigor. The pain is intense until the endorphins from her venom crawl their way to my heart. That ’ s when the pleasure explodes. My balls draw up, and as she drinks from me, I come. I push her nose flat against my pelvis, her fangs dislodging as I force myself deep into her throat. The pulse of her throat from swallowing makes my legs shake and my nose curl. My eyes roll back before she pulls off me with a growl.

She swipes at her bloody mouth with the back of her hand, staring daggers at me the entire time. Her angry gaze alone sends all my blood back to my dick, making it throb with need as the wounds from her fangs heal, the droplets of blood rolling down onto the sofa below.

I lean forward and grab her chin. “ Pick a favorite, my love,” I whisper against her lips. I can smell myself on her now, and it causes a potent rush of need and desire to take hold. “ After that amazing performance, I need to feed. And after what you ’ re about to go through,” I grin, glancing again at everyone watching, “ so will you.”