Page 33 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight

Gideon’s cock twitched in her grasp, and she realized she’d been lost in her thoughts, but her body had been working hard, stimulated again by his dauntless tongue and the hypnotic blend of flavors and textures that she now equated with him—cinnamon, salt, and something slightly bitter, like lime. And if his taste kept her tongue and mouth curious and hunting for more, taking him until he pressed the back of her throat, his noises kept her motivated.

“Oh, Sasha. My Sasha! God!”

Claws lightly imprinted her cheeks, and his tongue and mouth left her. His head was thrown back in a reverberating roar that heralded his release, his swollen nubs forming a solid ring of somewhat pliable flesh between her hands, and his cum erupting across her throat and chest as she pulled back with a gasp.

He was beautiful. A glistening waterfall of silvery white that coated pink and decorated thick black fur. His digits repositioned and rubbed uneven, erratic circles to force her over the edge with him, still mindful of his partner, of his duties—always.

It was an accident when she pushed back on his digit and felt something thick and long slide inside of her opening. His paws, so big, so much larger than human hands, had digits that easily mimicked an average cock, bigger than some she’d had.

And it was—incredible. Not painful. She was so wet that Gideon’s digit slid in deep, and his thumb pivoted to stay on her clit while she cried out and pumped her hips, riding his paw.

“Wait, Sasha, wait, I didn’t mean to,” Gideon panted, voice a mixture of confusion and spent pleasure.

“I know... I know, but... It’s so good. Oh, God, it wasn’t like this before.” Sasha moved her knees, pushed up on her arms, and licked the still erect cock in front of her, lapping the creamy, cinnamon-y cum from his tip as she wiggled and squirmed. Inseconds, she found her pace, a quick up and down that wedged him tightly against the underside of her clit and touched a magical, spongy spot high on her upper wall. This spot inside of her hadn’t been stimulated, not like this, even with his hungry tongue. This was something firm to squeeze on, and something that made her eyes roll back as Gideon’s soft, thick fur brushed against her erect nipples.

“My Sasha. You look so ... I can’t bear this, watching you swallow me like that... You’re making me think of watching my cock slide into you, stretching you. God, you’re so beautiful, just taking me like that, hugging me tight inside.”

“I...” Maybe it’s the injections, she thought to herself.

Maybe that’s why it feels so good, and two orgasms aren’t enough, why I want a third. Why I want him deep inside of me, his tongue, his hand, his cock.

Or maybe it’s him.

Imagine this with Farhet.

Her skin practically crawled off her bones in revulsion.

Imagine doing this with Gideon a week from now, a cycle from now, ten cycles from now.

It’s Gideon. Him in me. Me on him. Mine.

Sasha’s back bowed down, her sweating torso cradled in his wide, muscular chest as she threw her head back and came, hips pressed down hard to engulf every inch of his digit.

GIDEON STARED AT THEtrembling cheeks and shaking thighs, at the tight little pussy that spasmed around him, the pink lips now much darker and the clit much harder and more pronounced from stimulation.

Sasha was covered in his cum, in his sweat, cradled on his chest, open around his hand. She mewled in a few minutes when he eased out of her and risked parting her cheeks again with hispaws, holding her open to look at the almost pearly puddle of her juice, and gave her one last, loving lick.

He picked her up and held her in his lap, heart beating hard, mind racing.

They had done so much more than Sasha had wanted, or so it seemed. But she was clinging to him, whispering. “Are you okay? I know we went from you trying to get me into cooler clothes to heating this place up in a whole different way.”

“I am beyond wonderful. I will never be this wonderful again, unless we are together again, and... Are you all right? You did not want to... You were not excited about this part of our contract.”

Sasha gave him a shy look. “I’m not. I’m excited about you.”

Chapter Nine

Excited about me.

The words might as well have been printed on his brain. For a few minutes, Gideon just held the little human and marveled—and then older, deeper instincts that Gideon thought he would die without using or feeling kicked in.

This is my Queen. My mate. I have tasted her. She has tasted me. Touched me everywhere. Shared herself with me, opened herself up to me, even though it was previously something that caused her fear or pain. Trepidation.

I cannot ruin this. Or even taint it by my clumsiness or overthinking.

I know how to care for someone. I know how to love a Queen. I have imagined it a million times.

“My Sasha, let’s get you into a warm shower, and then you need to sleep. Do you want something to eat?”