Chapter 23 #3
I shuddered, cock straining pre-cum as she dragged her nails lightly down the bottom edge of my tail.
“You know, I wondered if this would be sensitive.” She teased its tip again, marveling at the way it opened and took in air. Completely unaware of the fact that it was her very breath I was trying to devour.
I need her. I needed to taste her. To fuck her raw until she forgot everything but my name.
“Sit, Blair.”
The deep brown of her eyes darkened to wicked obsidian. She bit the tip of my tail.
I shivered. “Fuuuck.”
I could burn the belt from my wrists if I wanted to.
Dig my fingers into her generous hips and force that cunt into my aching mouth.
Yet the sight of her above me. So cocky and sure of herself.
She wore power as if it were just another pin on her jacket.
More than I wanted to dominate her, I wanted to see how far she dared push her king.
She ran her tongue along the end of my tail. “If I let go of this, are you going to be good?”
My gaze lifted to the heavy mounds of her breasts hidden beneath the white fabric of her shirt. “Remove your top and I’ll consider it.”
“Mmm. I guess you’ve earned that much.” Releasing my tail, her hands took hold of the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted. I watched, transfixed, as more of the mouthwatering dark skin revealed itself until it was cruelly interrupted by the black satin of her bra.
“That too,” I growled.
One side of her mouth curved upward. “Manners, Your Majesty.”
My wrists strained against her belt. Body singing with need when I imagined tearing off that bra with my teeth. “After what you put me through today, I should be the one making you beg.”
She lifted her shirt fully over her head and tossed it behind her. “Yet here you are. Wrists bound, cock aching as you patiently wait for a taste of this pussy. Now remember your manners, Your Majesty.”
My breath faltered. “Please.”
“Good boy.”
The dark growl that left me could have peeled the paint from the walls.
She laughed.
With a snap, the black fabric fell away, and my gaze locked on to her dark nipples, stiff with arousal, begging to be licked.
She remained poised above me, letting me take all of her in.
Letting me suffer by keeping herself just out of reach.
Letting my mind grow dizzy trying to imagine the taste of her.
Her voice was low and deadly sweet. “Don’t look so distressed, I’ll let His Majesty have a taste.”
I groaned, head rising from the sheets, only for her to deny me again.
“But…” she continued.
“No more buts.” My voice was wrecked. “Sit down or so help me—”
“But,” she interrupted, pinning me in place with a glare, “I want to make sure I enjoy this. Most human men are bad enough at eating pussy, I’m not about to assume a man from a whole other species is going to do it right.”
She leaned down and trailed her finger along the curve of my left horn. It pulsed beneath her touch, and I had to once again fight off the urge to break my bindings. “I’m going to show you just what I want you to do, and you’re going to listen. Understand?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
“Yes, Queen,” she corrected.
My eyes flashed.
“Just tonight,” she said. “Don’t get any ideas on what happens in the morning. Tonight, I want to be a queen that makes her king beg. Can you handle that?”
Her and her damn walls.
“You are my queen in every sense of the word, whether you like it or not. But tonight I will allow your delusions.”
She rolled her eyes. “How magnanimous.” She glided her hand down her body until she reached her cunt. Her fingers slid between wet folds, nearly sending me over the edge when they spread them apart and the wet pink of her was mere inches from my face.
“You see this nub here?” The tip of her index finger gently circled around a swollen bit of flesh.
“This is called a clit. When I decide to let you taste me, know this is where I want you. Be gentle, it’s sensitive.
I want you to swirl your tongue against it, then suck. You’ll savor me, understand?”
“Gods yes, Queen.”
She gave me a wicked smile and lowered herself. Groaning, I lapped at the straining bud. Her thighs shuddered around my face, the mere scent of her cunt so close to my nose made me ravenous. I swirled my tongue around her clit, just as she asked.
Then snarled when she took it away from me.
Her face was flushed, bottom lip wet as it quivered. Steeling her features, she reached her hand out toward me and gripped my horn.
Firm.
Commanding.
“I told you to savor me.”
“I want to devour you.”
“And you are not in control today. Listen, or this ends.”
I trembled in her grasp. “Yes, Queen.”
She shoved my face forward.
My nose sank into her slick heat, and that unyielding magnetic current of hers rang so loud my horns rattled with it. The sweet taste of her rewrote the senses.
Moaning, I nuzzled my face against that wet pussy.
She yanked me back by the horn, and cold air slapped my face.
My wrist yanked on the belt. Voice broken and rasped as I snarled, “Enough of this damn teasing. I want you now!”
The fucking witch giggled. “Has anyone ever told you you’re cute when you’re mad?”
I stared at her in disbelief.
Cute.
I was the leader of the largest empire on Sankatul and the strongest kingdom here on this backward planet. I’d broken the bones of my enemies beneath my hooves, felt the blood of rivals on my tongue as I ate their hearts.
I spoke through clenched teeth. “If they had, I’d have killed them for it.”
The smug grin made its grand return. “Are you going to kill me, darlin’?”
“Keep teasing me, and I’ll consider it.”
She released my horn and lovingly ran her fingers along my jaw. Her thumb swiped across my bottom lip and brought it to her mouth and sucked her wetness from it.
Fuck, I was gone for her.