Chapter 7
Lowell’s face brightens deviously at my denial. “Not true, huh? Should I check to confirm?” he asks with a lilt of glee, pinning my arms above my head with one hand while the other plucks lazily at the buttons on my pants.
I don’t resist him, only able to feebly utter the words “wait,” and “hold on,” which go ignored. Even I’m not convinced by my words.
While I’m not a virgin by any means, I’ve been long accustomed to the egotistical, cold, and methodical attitude of Nilsanian men, as well as their tendency to be exceptionally self-satisfying lovers.
Lowell’s clumsy, yet unbridled lust is unlike all previous experiences, before.
The way he can make me melt into the floor with only a single touch is both shameful and terrifying.
Hooking a thumb through my waistband, Lowell yanks my pants past my knees. At the sight, he raises a fleshy brow, tapping my plain black panties with a claw.
“No lingerie? I’m hurt,” he chuckles under his breath, bringing the undergarments down with a gentle tug. I’m grateful he doesn’t tear them in half, but I’m surprised he doesn’t purely by accident.
The sudden presence of air cools the liquid heat trickling down the inside of my legs, my thighs locking together in reaction now that I’m fully exposed. My forehead wrinkles as my chest heaves, every inch of skin aching for his touch.
The state of my arousal is painfully obvious, and my cheeks warm from embarrassment. Every joint and muscle stiffens, a dash of panic tasting like copper in my mouth.
Noticing the change, Lowell nudges me with his snout with a huff.
“Relax a little, huh?” he gently coaxes, raking his claws along the side of my thigh.
Goosebumps break out over my skin and I shudder, turning my head to bump my nose into his scales.
Lowell smiles against my skin, patting my thighs again.
“Open.”
Squeezing my legs together tightly while my eyes drift to the ceiling, I desperately try to regain my composure. To shake me out of the idea of handing over all control to this monster.
Startling me out of my trance, Lowell snorts. “Look at me.”
I don’t.
With an aggravated sigh, Lowell grinds his hips into my thigh. A gasp draws from my lips at the pressure of his erection, snapping my attention between his legs. A massive protrusion strains against the fabric, a wet spot near the tip putting his desire on full display.
I breathe shakily when our eyes meet. His pupils are pooled and glassy, a color so dark I can see a bit of my reflection. My hair is mussed and my face is flushed a deep pink, lips parted and coated in saliva. I look like a mess.
Lowell presses a claw into my thigh, nearly breaking skin. I wince, vocalizing the pain.
“Open,” he demands. The rumbling timbre of his voice rattles the plates left on the table with a high-pitched chime.
Electricity zips down my spine, skin tingling with heat. Before I can formulate any words of protest, my legs spread willingly.
He chuckles smugly. “Wow. Didn’t take you long to submit. I’m a little disappointed.”
I open my mouth to argue, but no words form. I can’t even pretend I don’t want his touch, even if a chilling layer of terror remains. As a reply, I scowl at him, but that only makes him smile brighter.
With his hand hovering over my pelvis, he watches my face intently. With tender pressure, he presses his ring and middle finger to the top of my opening.
I suck air through my teeth, startled by the unique sensation of the rough pads of his fingertips against the delicate skin. Slowly, he drags the two fingers through my folds until they reach the top with a slick, wet noise.
I stifle a moan, but I’m betrayed by my vibrating hips, desperate for deeper contact.
Lowell blows a low whistle, pushing his thumb to my clit while his middle finger dips shallowly inside of me. “Damn, you liked having your head in my mouth that much?” he taunts, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.
Goddess, he’s so damn arrogant.
“Fuck you,” I manage in a whimper.
The glare I wear on my face dissolves when he presses harder on the tender nerves. The air is sucked from my lungs in a whine, my hips bucking into his hand.
Lowell rips my pants off entirely with a hungry look. “You could only dream of fucking me. Your little cunt wouldn’t be able to take my cock. I’d split you in half,” he laughs. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Lowell slides his finger inside, up to the first knuckle, not waiting for my reply. I bite down on my lip, holding in a moan. His fingers are slender, yet large. Textured by rough scales and sharp claws, but not enough to hurt. Clenching around him, his single digit fills me nearly to the brim.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make sure your last orgasm is the best you’ve ever had,” Lowell growls, pulling away from my aching pussy. I inadvertently grunt in a form of protest, gasping with horror when I realize how loud it is.
Pausing, Lowell leers at me through half-lidded eyes, burning me to cinders. He hums in acknowledgment, as though I had said something only he could understand.
Lowell lifts me off the floor by my waist, setting me down on my bottom on the edge of the dining table. He tugs at my ankles until my ass hangs off the side, the jarring movements making me desperate to plant my hands behind me to keep balance.
Slowly, he sinks to his knees, pushing my legs open further on the way down. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmurs, looking up at me from the ground.
My heart nearly beats a hole through my chest, my breathing stuttered. I’ve never been given oral before, let alone from a Lizardfolk. The charged, electric feeling of excitement and intrigue that blossoms at my core sets my face on fire. I’m almost ashamed of how erotic I find this. Almost.
No longer wishing to deny myself what Lowell is willing to give me, I relax my hips, sinking into his touch. “Just get it over with,” I mutter, flustered.
Lowell bumps his snout to the inside of my thigh, his panting breath coating me in its wet heat. “It’s pathetic that you’re acting like you don’t want me to lick you. If you’d rather be sliding down my throat, tell me to stop.”
I look at him skeptically. “Now you care about how I feel?”
“I said I wasn’t a monster,” He concedes. “So tell me ‘no’, sweetheart.”
My heart flutters at his use of the term of endearment. The words he once threw around carelessly now feel like they have a new meaning. I can’t stop my thoughts from imagining him between my legs, enjoying me with his tongues until release. What it would feel like. What he could do with them.
Even without a mirror, I know my skin has turned a deep shade of red, consuming me entirely. The only noise from my lips is a small hum, my lips pressed firmly together.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he snorts playfully. Sliding his smoldering gaze between my legs, his jaw unhinges at the sight. He stares unabashedly, unmoving and focused, waiting for my cue.
Teeming with anticipation, my tongue plants itself on the roof of my mouth to hold in my reply. I wet my lips, even though Lowell can’t see it.
I want to say no. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to say no. To keep fighting back until my life is forfeit, to give him nothing but scars to remember me by. But I don’t. Because the reality of the situation is crystal-clear beyond any shadow of a doubt: I want him. Badly.
I pinch my eyes shut for only a moment, seeing stars behind my lids. With this, I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. “You… can continue,” I squeak, tucking my chin into my shoulder.
The second I finish speaking, Lowell dives in without hesitation. I gasp in surprise, my legs tensing and feet kicking out in response. Undisturbed, his massive hands rest my ankles atop his shoulders, pinching his face between my thighs.
Dual tongues slip through my folds with coordinated ease, pressing and stroking as they swirl and tease at my entrance. The long, slick muscles are firm and subtly textured, but surprisingly soft and pliable.
Lowell rumbles a low hum as his tongues explore, tracing from the bottom to the top of my pussy in one long, languid lick.
I sigh a moan, lolling my head back between my shoulder blades.
When he gives me another solid swipe of his tongues, I bite my tongue in a bid to be quiet, unwilling to allow him to hear the pleasure he’s giving me.
But only when he plants his lips to my opening, kissing the sopping wet mess greedily, do I thrust my hips forward into his maw, a guttural groan ripping through the silence.
I purse my lips in a frown when I hear Lowell chuckle in amusement, but my sour expression doesn’t last long.
Closing his eyes with brows pinched in deep concentration, his mouth molds to me as if he’s enjoying a ripe piece of fruit, losing himself in the moment.
He pants and gasps needy breaths against my skin, digging his face in so deeply that he’s forced to yank me closer to keep me still.
He’s really enjoying himself, I muse, the corners of my lips twitching. The knowledge that this is not one-sided makes me feel oddly giddy.
With the deepened contact, Lowell’s mouth now occupies every inch of my lower body.
His movements are slight and tantalizing, sloppy, but with purpose.
If his noises weren’t enough of an indication that he’s enjoying himself, the way his tail sways behind him in contentment with grunts vibrating the inside of my thighs certainly is.
Slowly, his lips ascend to my clit for a gentle kiss. The slight pressure against the sensitive nub curls my toes, my back arching. My head feels like it’s going to explode. Like I’m going to explode and combust into a thousand pieces.
“Lowell,” I gasp. “It’s too much… I—”
I cry out in pleasure as Lowell sucks hard on my clit, my legs flailing. I drop to my elbows on the table with weakened muscles, the thud loud enough to make him open an eye to observe me.