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“What?” I say through clenched teeth.
“Switch between hellcat and little thief. Most of the time, someone only picks one nickname and sticks with it.”
“I…I…shit! If you want an answer, you are going to have to stop licking me!”
“If you don’t answer the question, I will stop completely,” she challenges with a huge smile, exposing her fangs. My blood lights on fire, and I become uncomfortably hard at the thought of her sinking them into me.
“I use little thief in moments that you steal my heart and hellcat when you give me attitude,” I hurriedly say before she stops touching me.
“Awe… isn’t that sweet? Let’s see if I can inspire you to come up with a new nickname.”
Her lips scorch a path down my chest and belly until she gets on her knees before me. Her white hair flows around her in soft waves, and her blue eyes dance before the air is forced out of my lungs when she grabs my cock in a firm grip. She is determined to torture me. Her small hand doesn’t move. She just sits there, holding and squeezing it.
I try jerking my hips to get friction, but she lets go of me before I can get any kind of satisfaction from it.
“Nyx!”
“Oh! So it is not inspiring enough for a new nickname, but enough for you to use my chosen name.” She grabs ahold of me again, but this time, she moves her hand from tip to base. “Let’s see if I can remedy that.”
Her mouth covers my tip, and my head falls back as far as it can with how my arms are secured. Her tongue swirls around the head, forcing a deep, guttural moan from my lips. I nearly come in her mouth when her claws dig into the back of my thighs, forcing me deeper to the back of her throat.
“Yes,” I groan. Every part of my being is alive and on fire for the female before me. I want her in every way imaginable. But right now, she needs the control more than I do. She needs to feel like her life is in her own hands. So, I will sit here and take all she is willing to give. It’s not like it is a terrible thing to endure, but she is driving me mad with the soft touches and gentle tugs of her mouth. “Hellcat, please! More!”
“You are so cute when you beg,” she laughs. “Do it again.” Her mouth covers me again, softly pulling and licking its entire length. I try to thrust my hips to get more. But she pulls away and lets go every time I do. “I said beg.”
“Please, Nyx. I need to touch you. I need—”
“Still using my chosen name.” She continues to go slow, her touch barely a whisper against my skin.
“Please!”
Her mouth tightens, and she pulls hard. My eyes roll back in my head as her hand works up and down my shaft in tandem with her mouth. She squeezes while creating a suction on the head and rolling her tongue beneath it.
“Please, love!”
She quickly pulls away and looks me straight in the eye.
“Love?”
“Yes, love! I have loved you since the day I saw you. I had been following you for months, trying to figure you out. And the little I gathered was enough to have my respect grow every time I saw one of your kills. I knew they were terrible Keryth, and they deserved everything that was done to them. You were strong and courageous. And then you revealed yourself to me at the Inn, argued with me, and promised violence; I knew my heart was lost forever.”
“Even then…when you knew I was broken and trying to kill you?”
“You were not broken. You were hurt and needed time to heal. And your violence, hmmm, I crave it!” A plethora of emotions play across her face until she finally settles on one.
Lust.
Her eyes go heavy, and she chews her bottom lip as her gaze devours me. “Do it!” I grit out through my passion-filled haze.
“What?” she breathes.
“Destroy me.”
She nods once, and then before I can say another word, she buries her fangs deep into my thigh. I scream out in ecstasy, shooting cum on her in the process. I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of it. But the feel of her lips, the pain of her fangs, and the hypnotizing pull of my blood into her mouth are too much at once.
Nyx doesn’t stop. She continues to drink from me while working my over-sensitive cock in her calloused hand. My control is slipping, the monster demanding me to return the favor.
“Untie me!” I growl.
