Page 48 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight

Relief coursed through him. “Sasha Cordovair, my Queen. My love. My partner in a life that may be hard or easy, but will always be full of love for you—will you be my mate and wife? I thought I should wait to ask, you see, but I wanted Marcus to know that I was not playing with your heart or your feelings. I would marry you tonight, or ten cycles from now.”

“I don’t know about ten cycles, and I definitely know it’s not going to be tonight... But I’m going to say yes. And I think... I think I’d like it to be sooner, rather than later.” She leaned forward and stroked back his mane, kissing his lips softly, chastely.

“Why, my love?”

“Because when people hear me screaming ‘My King’ when you’re fucking me, I don’t want them to have any doubt as to who I mean.”

Lightning skittered down his spine. “Sasha!”

“Is it true that Felids can smell when two people have been intimate?” she asked, cheeks a pretty pink.

“Mmm. Right now, with my head just here,” he gave her a devilish look, “it is terribly obvious that you’re full of me.” He licked his lips.

“Gideon!” It was her turn to cry out in amused shock.

“What? You don’t think I’m serious? You smell even better when you’re marked by me. I cannot wait to see what you taste like.”

Sasha watched him with an open mouth and wide eyes as he bunched up her pale blue skirt around her hips and grabbed her legs, parting them on his shoulders. “But—”

“Aren’t you still feeling the urges, my Sasha?”

“Like never before,” she admitted, gasping when he ran one thick digit over the wet streak in her panties.

“Usually when a guy proposes, he gives out a ring?” she protested faintly.

Gideon smirked and pulled the panties to one side, savoring the look of her shiny lips, glistening with her arousal, a thin stream of his cum peeking from her center. “In our culture, a ring is given, too, but on the human Queens on board, I’ve seen those rings worn as bracelets.” Gideon’s tail whipped around her wrist and bound it tightly. “I promise I’ll give you the finest ring or bracelet you could wish, my Queen. For now, all I have is myself.” He bowed his head and inhaled the intoxicating aroma of their combined essences before letting his tongue slip inside.

Sasha burrowed her hips forward so that more of her pussy was pressed to his hungry mouth. “That’s all I want. All I need.”

“Then be a good little Queen and lean back so I can take good care of you. Such a brave Queen, taking so much of me, and so much cum.” He kissed her clit and gave her a roguish look over her wadded-up skirt. “If you’re going to be my Queen, I’m afraid you’ll be getting a lot more, too.”

Sasha nodded, breathless as his tongue began its now familiar, debauched journey that would reduce her to asquirming puddle. “I’m okay with that. I’m okay with anything with you.”

He knew he should remain humble. Not press.

But he did. Sasha’s love gave him such incredible confidence. Her moans, her calls of his name as he devoured her—devoured himself, mixed with her. He suspected Farhet would never think to pleasure his Queen in every possible way, that he would be selfish, putting his wants first. He might even find such pleasures disgusting with a human Queen, or perhaps with any Queen. Gideon did not. It was sweet, salty, and cinnamon-y proof that Sasha was his Queen—and would someday bear his child, and no one else’s. No money could take her heart from him. Or her body.

A body that was so tempting, and so responsive. His wide paws stroked up and down her cheeks as he held her open wide, pinning her in place as he forced a fast orgasm from her, took a breath, and immediately began to deliver a second. This time, his thumb stroked up and down over the soft pucker just under her pussy, eliciting a curious moan.

“My good Queen. All of you is mine, yes?”

“Yes.”

“And all of me is yours.” He remembered the feel of her fingers against him, her mouth sucking while she stroked him, her fingers taking the place of a tail.

“I love that. I love you—oooh!”

His thumb slid into her back passage while he feasted, reveling in the sloppy, wet sounds of her sex filled with his cum and his tongue. She was still so wet and dripping that he pressed into her pucker and past a tight ring of muscle without any effort. Now, he remained in there, keeping her full, keepingher sensitive nerve endings alight while he made a mess of them both.

“Gideon, Gideon, I need you. I need you again, inside again!” Sasha panted, forcing herself up with a crunch of her muscles, her dress falling down over his head.

“I will my Que—whoaah!”

Sasha knocked him to the floor with a pounce, pushing him onto his back as her knees landed around his waist. Her hands were a flurry of motion at his crotch, unleashing him, pumping him up and down several times, and then mounting him without a second thought, sitting her luscious bottom down and pushing him into her pussy with a needy cry of distress that turned into satisfaction.

Gideon lay on his back as Sasha rode the top of his cock, only taking a few inches in. Her hands were on her thighs, her head tossed back, and the neckline of her dress fell low, showing her breasts bouncing as she went wild, each thrust pushing him in a little deeper.

“Move with me. Move with me—fill me again. Your tail—”