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“Give that a tug,” I told him. He did so. There wasn’t much slack around the back of the boulder, so each hand only rose an inch or two off the ground.
“Let’s come up with a word,” I said, once again kneeling between his thighs. “If you want me to stop at any time, or to untie you, say... I don’t know. Say, ‘braxilk.’”
“Or, I could just snap the straps,” Errok said, a dark bite of warning to his words. My stomach swooped when I remembered just how fucking strong he was. How easily he could tear the thick bindings that held him with a mere flex of his muscles.
“Well, I guess the real show of strength will be how long you can stand to stay like this,” I murmured.
Then I grabbed his cock and sucked the silken tip into my mouth.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Errok
Skies above, that mouthwas a vicious wonder. Sweet and suckling, it worked over my tip almost gingerly. Lips brushing, tongue swiping, everything wet and slow and tender.
It was nowhere near enough.
“More,” I grunted, my hips rocking.
Wickedness flared in her gaze.
She went even slower.
“Confounding, beloved creature,” I breathed, agony mixing with the teasing pleasure. Already, my arms were tensing against the straps. I forced myself to relax so that I did not break the bindings that quickly. I was a strong, disciplined male. I would not lose control so soon.
At least, that’s what I told myself. But as Zuh-Tephanie slid that terrible, beautiful tongue in a long, slow line up and down my shaft, I wasn’t sure how long I’d actually be able to last like this. Since those hide straps could not really hold me if I pulled them hard, they were merely a metaphor for my restraint. A physical reminder of what my mate had dared me to do.
That dare glowed in her heated gaze. Like she knew I was already on the verge of failing. The verge ofbreaking. I bucked involuntarily, a groan ripping from my throat as she sucked one cock spear into her mouth. She nibbled at it, sending sharp tingles into my groin. Then, keeping my gaze locked mischievously with hers, she moved lower, sucking one testicle, then the other.
Seed dribbled, and the straps came close to snapping as everything inside me clenched. Zuh-Tephanie reached out to the sides, drawing gentle, teasing fingertips over the bonds of my wrists. If she was attempting to soothe and steady me, it did no good. My breath hissed harshly out between clenched fangs as tremors ran through my arms. It was taking far more effort to stay still than it would have taken to heave forward and snap the cursed straps binding me.
Zuh-Tephanie returned her grip to my cock, squeezing slightly. Her slender fingers were cool against the urgent heat of my erection, a dizzying contrast of sensation that made me whine with need.
It was a pathetic sound, and I slammed my mouth shut. My mate chuckled, puffs of breath skimming across my howling flesh.
“Yeah. That’s how I felt last night,” she murmured, her tongue darting out to swipe at my slick tip.
