Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
When he rubs his muzzle over the curve of my hip, I moan.
“Aspeth,” he groans, and then he pushes my thighs apart with big, strong hands. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathe, even as I trace circles around my clit. I watch as he dips his head between my legs, his thick tongue snaking out and licking my entire cleft all at once. My toes curl and he clamps his hands around my thighs, holding them open as he pushes his tongue inside me. It feels enormous, but wet and hot and so strangely good. I whimper again, and touch myself faster, determined to climax at least once before we get down to business.
He works his tongue furiously in and out of me, thrusting with it in an imitation of mating, and it teases my very insides. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and combined with my frantic rubbing of my clit, I can feel the orgasm building inside me. “Please,” I whisper, arching my hips. “Oh, please.”
Hawk thrusts his tongue into me again, lapping at my core. It makes a wet squelching sound, and then he grunts with pleasure. “Slick.”
“Slick?” I echo, dazed.
He pulls away briefly, glancing up at me with those wild red eyes. His fingers brush through my folds and then sink into me with another indecently wet sound. He makes it happen again, and again, and I’m mortified at how wet I am and how more of it just seems to keep coming. “Slick,” he says again. “All mine.”
Oh. Right. Because my body is responding to his. Because his scent is all over me and my pussy is deciding now is the time to gush like a waterfall. I’d be embarrassed but Hawk loves it, loves every wet slurp his fingers make as he eases into me again.
My fingers slip down to my clit once more, teasing it.
He pushes my hand aside and closes his mouth over my clit, sucking on it as he watches me with bright red eyes. His fingers move in and out of me with wet sucking noises, like my body is licking him back—
I come, my legs jerking and a cry escaping my throat. It rips through me with all the force of a storm, so intense that my back arches off the cloak even as Hawk continues to suck and suck and suck upon me.
I wait for the climax to ebb, even as Hawk continues to work his mouth over me. When he doesn’t lift his head, I realize he has no intention of doing so, and another small climax bursts through me, my legs curling up even as he shoves them down and continues to suck on my now-oversensitized clit with near-brutal intensity.
Oh gods. There’s no distracting him away. I push at his head, only for him to ignore me and continue to lap and suck at my clit, sending quivers through my body. I shove at him again. “Hawk, let me breathe.”
He only holds my thighs tighter, the suction around my clit growing more intense by the moment. How many climaxes is he going to give me before he stops? Ten? Twenty? The thought makes me clench, both with excitement and a little bit of worry.
“Hawk,” I insist again, and then shove at his face. How do I distract him? How do I get him to notice me? To lift his head? An idea hits and I moan loudly, then cry out, “Oh, Wallach.”
He stills over me. My nerves prickle, and I immediately worry I’ve made a mistake. Does he even realize that’s his name? Who he was before he was Hawk?
“Mine,” he growls again, crawling over my prone body. “My wife.”
“Yes, yours,” I agree, cupping his face in my hands as he settles his weight over my body. “I just wanted to get your attention because—”
I break off in a squeak of surprise as he rubs his cock against the entrance to my body. Oh, okay, we’re doing this now. He pushes into me, and I make another whining noise, my hands sliding to his shoulders and clinging as he continues to push into me with what feels like entirely too much cock. It’s not painful, but it doesn’t feel incredible, either. It’s an uncomfortable sensation, of being stretched in places I’ve never been stretched before. I gasp and pant for air, feeling as if I’m being hollowed out from inside.
He eventually stops pushing forward and I tremble, holding on to him as he gazes down at me. I know he’s lost to the Conquest Moon’s hold on him, but truthfully, he’s being quite gentle for someone abandoned to a rutting frenzy. I reach up and stroke his cheek to reassure him. “I’m here, Hawk. I’m here with you. Just like I promised.”
I love you.
The words float to the top of my mind but I don’t say them. It seems wrong to in this moment, when he might not even remember they’re said. When he’s crushing me under his weight and his cock is trying to reach my navel from the inside.