Page 7 of Little Bite of Bliss

“Tell me your name.”

Oh. Right. Fuck. “Archer.” My throat bobbed, my cock so thick it was almost painful. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get relief, but I needed it.

“And you’re not completely human, are you? You look human, but I saw the way my scent affected you.”

I chuckled. “One of my dads is an incubus.”

Her eyes lit up. “This makes so much sense. Well, it is probably for the best. You will understand my desires, and you will be able to resist some of my natural charms. I think otherwise you’d be rendered completely speechless by my presence.”

“I mean, I already sort of am . . .” I trailed off, trying and failing to only keep my gaze locked on her face. “I didn’t expect this to happen like this.”

“I’d hoped,” she murmured. The wistful longing in her voice made my chest ache. I knew that feeling all too well. “I’m sorry, I just could not sit in the cafe. So many were watching us. It was distracting. I should have asked you if you were okay with me whisking you off to my home, but I may have taken advantage of the fact that you smell like you’re mine.”

The groan that parted my lips was involuntary. “I am more than okay with it. I think you could tell me you wanted to spit on me and I’d get on my knees and open my mouth.” Well, fuck. Those words had certainly come out of nowhere. My brows shot up and I felt like my body was on fire. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s happening to me right now. It feels like my bones are melting. I’m not normally so forward.”

“Oh.” Her sultry laugh was smoother than velvet. “You’re going into heat, Archer.”

“What?” I rasped, taking a step back.

Leni smirked and leaned in, her face only an inch from mine. “Without a doubt, you’re going into heat. That happens sometimes, especially with a male submissive. Your body is craving me now. But don’t worry, we can take things slow. Well, as slow as monsterly possible . . . which is admittedly not very slow at all. I didn’t think you’d actually kneel in the cafe, but you did so willingly. So quickly too. I’ve been wet ever since.”

Going into heat? Male submissive? My thoughts spun, but when she smirked, the edge of one of her fangs poked her plump bottom lip and it was precious. For how stunning she was, she was just as cute.

“You sc-are me,” I said, my voice cracking.

A dark laugh left her as her pupils expanded. “Good.” Her claw dragged over the front of my shirt, and the fabric slowly ripped thread by thread. Yet, somehow, she only grazed my flesh, drawing a thin red line all the way down until she came to my belt.

“Eleni,” I grunted. “We should actually get to know each other, right?”

“I don’t know. Are your eyes on my face or my tits?”

I blushed and tore my gaze away, looking at the wall behind her. Her home really was lovely. It smelled sweet, like cinnamon and honey. The walls appeared to be made out of a clay material, and countless paintings decorated them. I wondered if she collected them or if she’d painted them herself.

Of course I wanted to get to know her.

But maybe that could come after getting some . . . relief.

“I don’t know what you like,” I said. “Sex-wise. Shouldn’t we talk about that?”

“We absolutely should.” She slowly backed me up until my calf bumped against something soft. I gasped as I fell back, and when I looked up—I realized I was in a nest. I’d completely missed this in the corner of the room. “I can tell you what I want. I’m dominant. I like being the one in control. I want a mate who thrives on submission and wants to be cared for. I want them to obey me. To please me. To worship me. I crave trust and obedience.”

Trust and obedience.

It felt like the universe had ripped out my deepest desires and served them up on a silver platter.

My breath hitched as she pushed my ankles apart. She knelt between them, her wings spreading behind her back. My cock made an outline in my pants as I stared up at her, nearly speechless.

But I knew what I wanted.

“I want to obey. I want to be objectified. I want . . . I want to be collared. I want to be pushed to the edge. I crave pain. It grounds me.” I didn’t know how to explain that fully, honestly. For a long time, pain had been something that kept my mind tethered to the real world. “I want to be punished and used and feel like I’m servicing my partner. I think I can serve you, Leni. If you’ll have me.”

“I think you can too.” Leni nodded, satisfied by my answer. “Undress me.”

So we were just going to jump in, then? Was this the right thing to do?

My cock said yes. My heart said yes. My mind asked what are you doing?

But that didn’t stop me from reaching for the golden chain that clasped her bikini bottom at her hips. A sheer piece of fabric wrapped around her waist like a skirt, and my fingers shook as I slowly pulled it away.