“Go to him,” Krolic tells her. “Show him with your hands and your mouth how much you want him.”
Her pupils dilate as she considers Krolic’s and my words.
Craze slides out from between her thighs, his face saturated in her pleasure and a little bit of blood.
I don’t know whether he cut her with one of his blades or bit her too hard, but the sight of it has my knot throbbing. Because I love the savage way he plays. Love even more that she allows it.
When she turns around, I don’t see any evidence of him having truly hurt her. But her thighs are soaked with arousal.
I rest back on my palms.
“Stand near my face first,” I tell her. “I want to see what Craze did to your little clit.”
She visibly swallows, then walks forward and grabs my shoulders. She’s too short to stand directly over my head, but she goes up onto her tiptoes to let me see her pretty pussy.
I don’t reach for her.
I simply inhale her.
Then I slowly lean forward to give her a long, sensuous lick.There, I think, finding the small cut near her clit, but not on her clit.Sadistic bastard.
Yet I can’t say I hate it.
The taste of her blood is an aphrodisiac. One that has my cock exploding from my boxers. I lave the wound, loving the way she moans in response.
Our little Omega likes the bite of pain.
That’s good.
Verygood.
“You want my cock, Miss Marvel?” I ask against her weeping sex. “You want us to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Prove it,” I demand. “Show me with your mouth.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CATUM
Ailsa trembles,her legs shaking with the effort of having remained on her toes. But she gracefully moves back, then kneels between my legs. Her eyes hold mine as she parts my pants. However, I stop her when she tries to take them off. “No, Miss Marvel. My clothes are staying on until we’re back in the nest. So get creative.”
Her brow furrows, like she’s not sure what I mean.
Craze must take pity on her because he makes a show of taking his own cock out and giving it a stroke without removing his jeans.
Her nostrils flare, her focus on his decorated shaft.
Then she looks down at my groin and reaches for my boxer shorts.
She finds the opening inside them and guides my dick out, the head already beading with precum.
“Your mouth, Miss Marvel,” I remind her, the challenge in my tone unmistakable.
Just as her acceptance of the challenge is noticeable as she leans down to suck the droplet from my head, all while holding my gaze.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I tell her, pleased. “How deep do you want me in your pussy? Just the tip?”
