Page 79 of Bred By Sor'en

Where I move is to simply get up higher on the pillows in a comfortable spot. I never stopped loving this, even after the weight of that necklace got lighter. When it stopped being a noose and turned into something that I enjoyed carrying.

“Look at how needy you are, Draya’la. You thought about my cock all day, didn’t you?”

I did. I really did.

I shake my head, lying with the bratty little smirk he loves so much.

His white eyes dance with amusement and need. “Lying little humans don’t get to come.”

Before I get the chance to react again, his slick hand glides up my sides, slicking me with something wonderful, mind-numbingly wonderful. The aphrodisiac hits me in the next pump of my heart, making every inch of my flesh, every caress of the sheets, a beautiful torment. His tongue snakes out as he works my breasts free from the bodice of my nightdress, taking one into his mouth and thankfully remembering to stifle my answering cry with his slick palm. He keeps me like that, muffled and mindless as he rests his cock between my legs, right on my pulsing bundle of nerves.

“Tell me how much you thought of this, Hue.”

I shake my head, but we both know it won't last.

He can’t enter me like this, not with me being so far along, but what he does is no less awe-inspiring. Sor’en slips his cock acrossmy slick entrance, rubbing it in tune with my pulsing core. My breasts heave under the lapping of his tongue before he swaps to the other side as my fingers knot in his silky white hair. I come close, so close my body tenses, preparing me for my orgasm, my core gripping around nothing before he stops. “Tell me,” he orders, nipping at my nipple.

Immediately, I cave. “I did, oh goddess, please. I did.”

“The goddesses are not going to help you now, little mate. You are here to worship me.”

My climax hits me quickly, and thankfully, tonight, he seems content to let me off the hook with no more than the following three. I’m panting, sweat slicked and a bundle of vibrant nerves as he rocks against my painfully engorged clit with the head of his ridged, tapered cock and jerks back suddenly spurting speed across my reddened, weeping slit. “Such a pretty mate. There you go, my poor soulveil,” he moans, making me nearly mad.

I whimper as he collapses behind me, halfway to tucking me into his arms, when a tiny cry finds its way from down the hall.

I groan as he laughs. “I’ve got it.”

“I love you,” I whisper, looking up at the brilliant white shimmering cloud above his head.

His lips meet mine before he rushes into the wasting room to clean himself up. “I love you too.”