Page 69 of The Pleasure Contract

“I was willing to prepare you for my cock for hours if you were in need of it, Lois,” I murmur, my fingers finding that sensitive spot she likes for me to rub in circles. “But you’re already a wet little mess down here for me, aren’t you?”

Lois whimpers, her head tilting back against me again. She nods, the leather of the reins around her wrists creaking softly.

“You know why that is, don’t you?” I rasp out, bending to nip at her flimsy lace collar, hooking a fang into the fabric, pulling at it a little, teasing us both. She really should start wearing more robust collars around me, I swear to The Four.

Lois shakes her head.

“It’s because your little cunt already knows that you’re mine,” I murmur into her hair. “And she loves it.”

She takes two of my fingers well. I add a third, making her squirm a little.

“Ah,” I correct, a firm hand on her hip. “Stay as still as you can, remember?”

Lois whimpers again, but nods her head.

“Still as you can,” I repeat, unlacing my pants and pulling out my aching cock.

Spitting in my palm, I coat myself by stroking my length. Her cunt is wet and wanting, but we are still a tight fit together. Hurting her is never an option.

“That’s it,” I murmur, bending at the knees to align our bodies better. Lois lets out a breathy little gasp as I rub myself along her cunt. “Nice and still, Lois.”

I push a little, her body welcoming the head of my cock, and then I pause, allowing her to adjust.

Despite my warnings, my female starts to squirm again, pushing back on me, greedy for more.

I could tease her for it.

Point out how her body knows that she’s mine.

But the truth is, I am hers.

In every way.

In ways I don’t even understand yet.

I can’t help myself. I lean forward and kiss the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder – right at the scalloped edge of her lacy collar. “You’re doing so well for me, little female.”

Fuck, I could so easily sink my fangs into that lace right now, pump her veins with my bonding venom while my cock stays nice and snug where it belongs.

And yet – there is a small voice that whispers somewhere in the depths of my mind that she could still reject matehood. Niska is with my brother, sure. But she is not obsessed to the point of sickness with him. We have asked her, and she has answered that her feelings are the same as they were before she allowed him to bite her. She chooses him. With a clear mind. And a sure heart.

My Lois has chosen a pleasure contract.

And, even if I yearn for more, I will give her what she wants.

In fact, I will give her what she wants so fucking hard, she won’t be able to walk straight after I’m done.

“Take hold of the reins,” I command, my hands bracketing her hips.

She does as she is told, her small human hands wrapping around the leather. There’s a hitch to her breath when I lift her, my legs straightening and her feet lifting from the ground as my cock stays seated inside her warmth.

Taking a small step back helps her to lean forward into the tension of the bindings, and I begin to work her onto my length with small movements guided by my hands on her hips.

“Oh, God, Az,” my female whines. “Fuck.”

“You like this, little human?” I tease, continuing to move her body. “You like giving me control of your precious body?”

“Yes,” she breathes.