Page 77 of Wrath of a King


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My tunic landed somewhere in the distance, rustling on the ground. I stared down at her, clad only in my breast band and gold chain, watching as her gaze raked over my body with a hunger that should terrify me. Instead, my hips tilted, pressing into the proud tilt of her chin.

“Impatient, are we?”

Her words were meant to taunt, but I found myself shamelessly agreeing with her.

She pressed a long, lazy kiss to the curve of my abdomen.

“You have beautiful skin, Olly,” she praised, and I found myself turning into a puddle of sweet need.

“So very different from me,” she continued, running her lips along the seam of my trousers. So close yet so far.

The line of her nose brushed against my shaft, and I lost all will to breathe.

“You shifted,” she said with a small, selfish laugh. “That didn’t take long.”

“You shifted, too,” I gasped as her lips traced the outline of my shaft. “I can sense it in your scent.”

Vibrations from her chuckles ran up my body.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Looking at you naked is more than the stimulation I need.”

“I’m not naked,” I breathed. “Not yet.”

With a single tug, my trousers and underclothes puddled on the ground. I was bare to her gaze, my lengthened clitoris pink and swollen and all too eager to be suckled.

“Stay still.”

Zoei’s orders crackled through my body with the effect of a whip. I stilled, my entire being focused on the harsh breaths that touched the sensitive skin of my shaft, and the lips that glistened with proof of Zoei’s desire.

It had never been like this. The anticipation, the sharp spikes of need, the unbearable teasing…

Please, Goddess.

The first dribble of silken fluid caught me by surprise. It welled into a bubble at the tip of my shaft and dripped down over my flushed length. A second dribble closely followed the first, and I gasped as the droplets welled at the base, threatening to splatter onto the floor.

Zoei’s warm tongue lashed out at the very last second, capturing the wicked drip with an exaggerated slurp. I had never been one to leak like this, so wanton and needy, and I struggled with the sudden punch of pleasure.

Zoei’s fingers formed a fist, squeezing lightly. Clear warmth ran over her fingers, coating her wrists. A shameless whimper was my only response.

“You’re very responsive,” Zoei murmured, lapping up every burst of pearly white come. “I haven’t even sucked you yet.”

“I’m not…” I blabbered, unable to take my eyes away from her hypnotic tongue. “I don’t usually…”

Her hum of appreciation made my eyes cross.

“So this is only for me then?” she taunted. “You’re hard only for me?”

I nodded heedlessly, knowing I would agree to anything as long as she continued her teasing ministrations.

“You have such a pretty dick.” The compliment struck me unawares. “I hate it.”

“What?” I gasped, but the insult fled my mind when she took the swollen, leaking head past her lips.

I felt my lips quiver and tremble as I watched my cock disappear into her throat. Inches vanished in mere seconds, the silken grip of her mouth robbing me of all strength.

Expert fingers curled into a fist at the base of my cock, pressing down on the knot that was beginning to form. I pulsed onto her tongue, and the warm liquid eased the way for more of me to slide down her throat.

It was a fever dream. My mouth moved in soundless shapes as Zoei worked my cock with her throat, moving off and shoving back in rhythmic movements.

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