He smirks briefly, revealing that he’s heard my thoughts. I also know he’s enjoying this in an almost dark fae way. He likes ordering me around. He likes watching me obey, kneeling for him.
As he unfastens his trousers, my pulse skitters, and the warmth quaking between my thighs grows stronger.
I watch with bated breath as he finally frees himself from his pants.
Shock ripples through me.
He isn’t just large… he’s intimidatingly massive.
I truly never imagined any male, whether fae, orc, or human, could possess a cock so long and thick. A spasm of fear courses through me, but I quickly remember his promise to use his healing magic when he fully claims me.
When he fully claims me…
Gods, I am already thinking about it as though it’s a certainty, as though I will soon agree to consummate the mating bond.
I stare at Merak’s large shaft, wondering if I will even manage to fit him in my mouth. He steps closer, but since he’s so much taller than me, his cock and my mouth don’t quite line up. Not even close.
He steps back, then lowers himself to the chair again.
He gestures me forward, and the words he speaks into my mind a second later send a heated wave through my body.
Crawl closer to me, Gwen, then get back on your knees, he says in a commanding tone. He sits on the edge of the chair, his hard cock jutting upward, his muscular thighs parted to reveal his large scrotum.
I take a shaky breath before shifting forward on my hands and knees. Part of me can’t believe I’m obeying him like this, but another part of me craves the sense of surrender, aches for the intimacy of it.
I slowly crawl toward Merak, thankful for the comfort of the thick, padded rug, until I reach him. My eyes keep drifting between his face and his cock. The pleasure that flickers in his eyes nearly undoes me. I haven’t touched him yet, haven’t even tried wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, but he’s already enjoying this experience immensely.
Will I manage to bring him to a climax? And if so, will he expect me to do it not once, but four times, as he did for me? My face grows warm and my mouth goes dry. Breathing becomesso difficult that I feel momentarily dizzy as I finally assume a kneeling position in front of him.
He’s my mate.
The thought echoes in my mind, a thought I know he can hear without any difficulty.
I can scarcely believe we are mates, but at least I finally know the truth.
He sends me a wave of affection, a tender gesture I know is meant to be both calming and fortifying. He’s sending me warmth, strength, and reassurance, and somehow, it helps my breaths come steadier. My lightheadedness finally passes.
As I focus on his cock, I part my lips and start leaning down. His fingers tangle in my hair, but he doesn’t pull my locks hard. Instead, he guides me closer to his length.
Lick the tip, he instructs,and grip the base.
A tremor courses through him as he awaits my compliance. Leaning closer, I pause for a moment as I consider what I’m about to do. As I exhale on his cock, it lurches—lurches—against my parted lips. He growls and his hand briefly tightens in my hair. I continue to let my breath dance over the tip of his length, not quite touching him yet, even though I sense his fervent need.
Keep teasing me like this, Gwen, he says through the bond,and I will turn you over my knee.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I whisper, flushing at the very idea.
If you don’t want to find out whether I’m serious, he says into my mind,I suggest you do more than breathe on my cock. Touch it, my dearest. Take it in your mouth.
My tongue darts out and I finally lick him, tasting the glimmer of white liquid on the very tip of his shaft. Mmm. Salty yet sweet.
I reach for the base of his cock, trying to wrap my hand around it… but he’s simply too large.
I curl my fingers around him nonetheless, gripping him firmly as I drag my tongue over the bulbous tip again.
He tenses and growls, and I sense his pleasure through the bond.
With movements I know are clumsy, I lick up and down his cock a few times, all the while holding the thick base of him. Gods, I really can’t believe he’s this large. It’s a wonder he found pants that fit.
