Page 14 of Little Bite of Bliss

We both took a sip, and I sank back in the chair, regarding her thoughtfully. “This date has ended up being quite the surprise, and I love it. Thank you for whisking me away. I didn't expect for us to make it past the front door.”

“Oh, I’d hoped we would end up right in my nest. But I didn't let my expectations get too high, because I didn't want to be disappointed.” Leni’s fangs flashed. “You are the furthest thing from a disappointment.”

“I hope so,” I said. “Although I'm happy to keep earning that compliment.”

Her smile turned wicked. “And I can think of a few ways for you to do so. After a good night’s sleep. You’re going to need it.”

She was right, unfortunately. Even though I wanted to stay up all night fucking, it would be good to rest before doing more.

Leni stood up and took our empty mugs to the sink. She came back to the table, towering over me as her hand slid into mine, our fingers intertwining. I brought her soft knuckles to my lips, grazing them with a kiss.

“Bright and early, I’ll wake you,” she promised. “Come to bed, little demon.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

4 / MORNING WORSHIP

Leni

Archer was, naturally, the little spoon. He snored softly in my arms, his breaths even. True to my word, I planned to wake him soon, but for right now I simply savored his body pressed against mine.

It just clicked between us. It felt right. I didn’t know how to explain the relief I felt in knowing that, but it was there—this spark of hope that the last missing piece of the puzzle of my life was finally falling into place.

I did realize while talking to him last night that I knew who his parents were. It was only slightly awkward because I’d definitely fought with Dante over a submissive in a sex dungeon about a century ago, but I’d keep that little detail to myself.

The actual problem would be that Dante would most likely not be pleased that I was his son’s mate. Not because of that incident, but because incubi and sphinxes had historically not gotten along.

Truly, this was a Millennium Monster problem.

When you’d been alive for so long, you typically knew most of the ancient monsters too. The circle was a lot smaller than the younger generations. At least Dante was happily settled with his mate. Peter was his name, if the rumors were true.

Archer’s breathing shifted and I knew he was starting to stir. I slid my hand over his hip, gently circling his cock with my fingers. Immediately it started to harden in my grip, and his ass pushed back against me instinctively.

I pressed a kiss against the side of his neck and he gasped awake.

“Good morning,” I purred.

His hips immediately thrust in my grip. “Morning.”

Ohh, his morning voice was good. I dragged my tongue over his shoulder and he groaned.

“Your tongue is rough like sandpaper,” he rasped. “It feels good.”

“Would you like to feel it on your cock?”

“Yes,” he mumbled. “Please, Mistress.”

I moved down his body as he rolled onto his back, settling between his legs. His head lifted and he groaned, letting it plop back against the pillow.

“How many times am I going to come this weekend?”

“As many times as I let you,” I replied, taking his cock in my mouth.

His hips bucked and his fingers dug into the blankets. Such a thirsty little slut. He’d just woken up and he was already so responsive, so needy. His scent was getting stronger, and I knew that soon he’d be completely insatiable.

I sucked his cock, bobbing my head as I wet him from root to tip with my saliva. He suddenly hissed between his teeth.

“Your saliva . . .”