Chapter 9 - Irena
IRENA
“Wait! Stop!” I exclaim, but it’s too late—he’s already nuzzling my inner thigh.
I try to press my legs together, but that doesn’t do any good.
He only presses harder and now I can feel his scorching hot breath against my forbidden area.
The delicate, lacy pair of panties I put on when I dressed for dinner seem woefully inadequate protection against such a large, determined male.
He lifts his head for a moment, holding my skirts aside so he can meet my gaze and I see that his eyes are glowing more brightly than ever.
“Part your legs for me, Princess,” he growls. “I need access to your inner thigh.”
“I…but I never…never gave you permission,” I protest, my breath coming out in pants.
“Yes you did—you agreed to give me your blood when we made this deal,” he points out. “Besides, the ring and collar demand it.”
Well, I can’t deny that—it was written on the scrap of manuscript. But still, it feels terribly improper to part my legs for him. I try to make myself, but I feel frozen in place.
Valen apparently gets tired of waiting for he takes matters into his own hands—literally.
With a growl of frustration, he lifts my left thigh and pulls it over his broad right shoulder. This has the effect of splitting my legs wide as I am forced to lean back against the tree and brace my left leg to keep my balance.
“Oh!” I gasp as he presses his mouth against me—because he isn’t just pressing against my inner thigh. I can feel his hot mouth rubbing against my forbidden area—which is feeling all swollen and hot—through the thin silk panties I’m wearing.
“What…what are you doing? Why are you doing that?” I demand as I feel him rubbing against me and then breathing deeply—again as though he’s inhaling my scent.
He looks up at me again and this time his burning eyes are lazy with lust.
“I’m arousing you, Princess,” he rumbles. “Because that makes your blood more fragrant and stronger—the hotter you are, the stronger it is and the less I have to take before I can Shift.”
What about his threat to “drink me dry?” I don’t dare ask that.
I just stare at him with wide eyes. My heart is pounding and I feel hot and achy all over—as though I’ve caught a fever.
My nipples are so tight they ache and down below I can feel my “lady petals” as my chaperone so primly calls them, getting all wet and hot under my silk panties.
“You…you can’t…” I begin.
“Can’t do nearly as much as I’d like to, because we have no fucking time,” he says, finishing my sentence, though not in the way I had intended. “If I had time, I’d strip off these lacy little panties and lick your ripe pussy until you came all over my face.”
His voice is a low, lustful growl and I feel my whole body going tight with some emotion I can’t name. What he’s suggesting is so beyond the pale I can barely process it.
“You wouldn’t,” I pant. “It…it’s forbidden!”
“By who? The uptight Nobles of your Court?” he sneers.
“A man would never—should never—lower himself to…to…” I cannot bring myself to say the words.
“I’m not surprised they taught you that,” he says. “Your people are more uptight than a unicorn’s arsehole.”
“What…what are you talking about?” I gasp. I can barely understand him—my brain seems to have turned off to a certain extent. All I can think about is his hot breath between my thighs and how embarrassing it is and how it feels so shamefully good when he rubs his mouth against me down there.
“Never mind,” he growls. “Judging by your scent, I think your blood should be strong enough now. Get ready, Princess—this is going to hurt.”
Then he bares his fangs again and sinks them deep into my inner thigh.