Lukan hasn’t said a word.
He’s a million miles away, lost in whatever fantasy has him chomping down on his candy with aggressive cracks. But his eyes are on my face. Scrutinizing like he knows exactly what just happened.
Careful not to move too quickly and spill out of my cardigan, I nudge the blanket off. Kellen doesn’t stop me as I get to my feet. They all watch as I stand awkwardly with my pussy sticky and my breasts barely covered.
“I just need the washroom,” I tell them, and I don’t wait for a response.
I need to get the sugar out of my cooch.
I’m not mad about it. The experience was hot and something I never would have thought to try. Definitely not something I would repeat, but still enjoyed it. The only thing I need to figure out now is how to get it clean.
The corridor to the powder room is dim. Barely illuminated by the single grimy bulb dangling in the center. The halo doesn’t reach the far corners where the shadows pool and stretch with creeping fingers that extend...
A hand claps over my mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
My scream smacks into the course palm before I’m shoved into the wall. I barely catch myself from smacking face first into the paisley wallpaper, but my attacker is tearing at my pants.
It’s one of my boys.
I know it is. There ‘isn’t anyone else here. So, I’m not scared when a rough palm claps against my mound with a sharp smack.
Still tender, the assault rips a muffled whine from me that encourages the solid weight of body driving into my back, pinning me in place, to push two fingers inside.
His groan is low. Guttural. The deep, satisfied rumble of an animal. But I’m howling at the unnatural stretch. The invasion of a tree trunk that pushes my walls too wide without preparation.
He’s not slow or gentle as he cuts off my air and fingers me against the wall. My nails claw into wood as I try to find something to grip.
“Let me in, Rina,” he breathes into my ear.
My heart claps inside my chest. A jittery explosion of fear and excitement as I try to fathom if this is real or a dream.
He gives me no chance to think when I’m pulled back and spun. The coiling darkness that rules the corridor swirls around him. His human body. His familiar shape.
But he’s too tall. Too big. I barely stand at his midsection while he brushes a ceiling that wasn’t that high before.
I swallow to generate spit but he has me. His massive hand is around my middle, looped like I’m merely a doll and I’m lifted into the air. With the same momentum, he spins me. Tips me sideways until I’m upside down. My hair falls in a curtain towards the floor and my top bunches up over my face. But it’s his I’m focused on when it forces itself between my legs.
I spread.
I open for him and the miles of greedy, hungry tongue. I shut my eyes and pant as it unspools from his maw and coils like a snake seeking a hot, moist place deep inside my body. Blood rushes to my head, making my ears ring, but he’s twisting and lapping. Cleaning me while simultaneously stuffing me so full.
It’s hard to breathe with the weight of my cardigan pressing over my face. I shove it off and let it hit the ground with my camisole, leaving myself fully naked and vulnerable in the hands of my monster.
At this angle, I’m directly face to face with his crotch. I can’t tell if he’s wearing pants when I fumble and close my fingers into fabric, but there are sheets of it. I have to rifle through the layers to find what I was looking for.
It’s the size of my torso.
In no world am I capable of taking him, but I try. I hug the girthy shaft and rub the textured walls with my hands. I deeply wish I could see him. The dips and lines aren’t the same as last time. The knot is gone, but the flat head remains and I lick the moisture coming from him with long, hungry laps.
Above me, he groans. The husky vibration travels down his writhing tongue to ripple through my channel. His fingers flex around my middle. The only warning before I’m pulled away and flipped right side up.
The rush of air and flow of blood sends my head reeling even before I’m pinned to the wall. The cold surface burns against my back as his hands find my arms and drag them up. They’re slammed into the wood on either side of my head and held as he drives his tongue deeper. As he impales me and fucks me with greedy thrusts.
I cum before I even know it’s happening. My suspended body writhes against the wiggling appendage filling my cavity and I succumb to the sweet pressure. My eyes slam shut with the rolling wave. My head falls back as he drinks everything I give.
Only when I’m a weak, quivering mess does he show mercy and release me. I’m pulled off the wall and set on my feet. My eyes open, expecting it all to have been a dream but locking eyes with Lukan.
