Page 37 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight

“Fuck, yes. Seeing you stroke that huge cock is doing things to me I didn’t know existed,” Sasha confessed.

“I’m stroking for you. I want so badly to be inside of you,” he confessed, feeling selfish.

But Sasha didn’t frown or scold. She moaned in agreement. “I want that, too, baby.”

“Y-You do? I meant, my cock inside of you.”

“I know, I know. I know it’s big, but it’s going to feel good when we do it, because everything feels so good with you.”

“I will lick and prepare that pretty pussy until your wetness is a waterfall, and you open easily around me, just the narrowestpart,” he explained, and thinking about that made it hard to hold his release for another second.

“We’re practicing now,” Sasha wailed, feet suddenly bracing on the wet floor, and two of her fingers jamming inside along his tail.

His Sasha. So full. So stretched and spread... Begging for him, thinking of him.

“My Queen!” he gave a harsh growl as his cum sprayed across her. His cock jerked and pumped out the white, almost silvery cream, enough to spatter her breasts and make a thick puddle that extended from her navel to between her thighs, following the slope of her shaking hips and frantically rubbing fingers to decorate her pussy.

Gideon fell to his knees over her, still hard, primal, terrible instincts telling him to press himself home and mate his little Queen when she was soft and open. Another part of him just wanted to admire her and thank her for being his every fantasy.

It wasn’t good for his instincts to see her dripping with his cum. It meant she was his. And it was meant to be inside of her.

Sasha sat up slowly, shaking her head. “That’s it for tonight. It has to be, or I won’t be able to walk or sit tomorrow,” she giggled. “Holy lake, Gideon. Did all of that come out of you?” Sasha looked down in awe at her cream-covered belly and thighs.

“More will come next time, or the time when I’m safely inside of you.”

“That’s not all going to fit,” she yelped.

“Dr. Marcus’ manual to male partners explained that the Queen’s may be bloated and full until we are no longer locked together. He suggested putting down some extra sheets or towels.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea for tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night? Gideon’s mouth dried out as he took over caring for his queen, rinsing her off, and starting the scrubbing process all over again.

“I feel like it’s going to be hard to wait, but I need recovery time, stud muffin.”

“What muffin? Are you hungry?”

“I’m really hungry, but you’re the muffin. A stud means a hot guy, a sexy, virile guy. Like you. And a muffin—”

“We have muffins. Sweet treats. I am your hot, sexy, sweet treat?”

He was going to deafen Sasha. His purring was so loud.

But Sasha just beamed up at him. “That’s exactly what you are.”

Chapter Ten

Gideon woke up with a kind of happiness and exhaustion he’d never known. Every limb protested, and he wanted to go back to sleep.

“Shut it off,” a sleepy little voice from under the blankets begged.

Sasha. He was in bed with Sasha. They were naked and snuggled together, her flushed skin and rising temperature no match for her need to hug him close all night and—oh, by Bastet’s handmaids—most of the next day!

“Sasha. Sasha, my Queen, you must go see Dr. Marcus. You need your next dose,” Gideon whispered, gently prodding her shoulder.

Sasha sat up slowly, blinking and staring blearily. “Okay. Is he the one calling?”

It was only then that Gideon realized something was beeping. His comm was blaring insistently, the notification tone indicating he had missed communications, as well as that someone was attempting to contact him currently.