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“Let me turn you on your front,” I say.
“No,” she whispers. “I need you. Now.”
Precum oozes from my slits and drizzles down my shaft, soaking both the bedside and my leathery pelt. I have never wanted a woman more desperately than I want Alienor, but I must resist. At least until she is restored to full health.
My shadows tighten around her ankles and wrists, and I flip her over so she lies face-down on the bed. Long, deep marks criss-cross her back, making my blood simmer.
“What kind of witches would leave you half healed?” I growl.
Alienor breathes so hard that it takes several heartbeats for her to answer. “They probably needed the rest of their magic to heal the rift.”
I clench my jaw, trying to stem a rush of fury. Now that my mind is clear, I can see that the coven dismisses her needs as trivial.
Between all those witches I spotted in her garden, they would have mustered enough power to keep out even the Barghest, yet they only did the minimum for Alienor’s protection.
Leaving Alienor with shallow cuts looks like a punishment. I reserve that comment for later since she is already still shaken from the necromancer’s attack.
“Your back needs attention.” I keep my tone calm and even, so as not to cause her alarm.
“Hurry,” she says.
My cock throbs in time with her frantic breaths. “I will do my best.”
Straddling her legs, I sweep my tongue across her back, only giving enough saliva to knit the cuts together and remove any scarring.
I hover over her and run my fingers through her silken hair. Touching her is a marvel. I place a kiss on the base of her neck, delighting at the sparks of pleasure on my lips.
“Done.”
“You missed a spot.” She arches her back and lifts her hips until her firm ass presses into my cock.
“Where?”
“Right here.” She grinds against my shaft until it’s nestled between her round globes.
I slide my fingers down her back, careful not to mark her soft skin when I reach her underwear and hook a claw beneath the thin fabric.
“Here?” I ask.
She moans. “Take it off.”
I slice it open and peel it off her behind. The part of me still addicted to fabric carrying her scent carefully places it to the side.
Alienor tilts her hips at the perfect angle to expose both her asshole and most of her glistening, wet slit.
“Naughty girl,” I say. “Offering yourself up like a feast.”
“I need you,” she whispers. “Please.”
My lips curl into a smile. “What do you want?”
“I want you to turn me over, bury your head between my legs, and eat my pussy until I cum.”
Arousal surges, and I swear that she becomes wetter. It takes every effort not to plunge my cock into that slick heat.
“Anything you desire, milady,” I rasp.
My shadows recede from her ankles and wrists, and I roll her onto her back. Now that her skin is free of painful cuts, I can fully appreciate the sight.
