“Do youunderstand, Miss Avery?” I grind out, digging the tips of my claws into her thighs just hard enough to make her gasp.
“Y-yes. I mean, yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“Good. Now close your eyes, open your mouth, andswallowit.” I tighten my tail around her throat and she obeys, those soft pink lips slowly parting over the tip, tongue darting out to tease me as she slowly takes me in.
“No,” I growl. “Like you’re fuckingstarvedfor it, woman.”
With that, I bury my tongue inside her, making her shudder and moan as she takes the rest of my cock in a single, perfect thrust. I feel it hit the back of her throat, feel the hot pulse as she gags around me.
It feels so fucking incredible.
“Tap my leg twice if you want to stop,” I say.
Her fingers wrap around my thighs, but to my immense relief, she doesn’t tap out.
To my immense relief, she goes down on me even harder, groaning around my aching cock, her tongue undulating just right.
Gripping her thighs, I spread her wider, licking and fucking, hitting that sweet spot inside her with the tip of my tongue until she’s bucking against my face, then I’m pulling back right before I let her fall over the edge. She groans with pleasure and frustration both, then scrapes her teeth along my sensitive skin before diving back down again, repaying me with an epic tease of lips and tongue that’s got my soul leaving my body.
“Westlyn,” I growl. “You always make Daddy feel so… so fucking good.”
She’s damn near choking on me, but every strangled gasp only seems to further spur her on, like a dare she just can’t refuse.
I’ve never been more grateful for the little brat’s tenacity in the face of a challenge.
“Don’t… don’t youdarestop,” I pant. “That’s… perfect. Fuck…”
Those are all the words I can string together before my mind liquifies and I’m back between her thighs again, devouring her hot little cunt with my mouth as she digs her nails into my thighs so hard she draws blood.
The exquisite sting of her scratches mixes with the pleasure unleashed by the velvet strokes of her tongue, making my balls throb with the urgent need to come.
Fuckinghell, this woman. This touch. This taste. I can’t hold on much longer. Neither can she, her body already trembling, her hips bucking against my face as she licks and sucks me into another realm.
I sigh against her hot flesh, and she pushes back once more, again, harder, faster, riding my face with every roll of her hips as she takes me deeper into her perfect little mouth, her hand curling around my balls and squeezing them just right, and then…oh, fuck…
Westlyn falls apart first, coming on my tongue with a moan that vibrates straight down to my balls, her body melting as she rides out every last thrust, her lips so perfectly wrapped around my cock that I’ve got no choice but to follow her right over the edge, completely and utterly.
My muscles seize and tremble and seize again, then finally unspool in a blinding rush of pure pleasure, and I come in her mouth with a shudder and a roar that knocks the snow from the windows and echoes out through the barren forest to remind this forsaken realm thatyes, we are still fucking here.
Yes, we are still fucking alive.
Chapter Twenty
DRAEGAN
Soft. Warm. Perfect.
Home.
Those are the words that come back to me first, the words I think of when Westlyn turns around in the bed and faces me, her hands sliding up my chest as she straddles me again, knees bracketing my hips.
Every time she tosses her dark head, the ends of her hair brush my skin, making me shiver with divine pleasure.
And when I open my eyes and she finally smiles for me, lips swollen and pink, it’s such a thing of beauty it makes my heart ache.
“You,” she says, her smile turning wicked, “are downright dangerous. You know that, right?”
“Dangerous, huh?” I tease, running my claws through her hair and brushing it away from her face, memorizing the feel of each silky strand. “Does this mean my witch has finally had enough? Or does Daddy need to punish you some more?”
