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Inwardly I shiver at his words. They excite me in the moment, because I know this is temporary. He only wants to use me, and for me to use him, for now. To get through the loneliness of Christmas.

“Yours alone,” I say, nodding.

“Good little human,” he replies.

His words make me wetter.

Cyran’s shoulders ripple as his fingers explore my folds. “Something trembled when I said that.”

“Say more,” I whisper.

“What do I say?”

I let go of his hand. “Say whatever you’re thinking and feeling.”

“This slickness between your legs is for me and no one else. The thought that I make your human cunt wet and ready is utterly intoxicating. I want to leave a mark on your throat, on your teats. I want to make your teats, your mouth, and your cunt swollen and raw from our mating. I am overwhelmed by every aspect of you. I want to rut into you like an animal even though you are so small, so vulnerable.”

“You should do that. I can handle it. Except don’t call them teats, those are what cows have.”

“Very well,” he says. “And I suppose when you’ve finished feeding our child, you won’t then let me have my fill?”

Wh-what did he just say?

His long thick fingers find my tight button, and I cry out.

“Cyran!”

As if some spell has been broken, he abruptly removes his hand. And I am empty.

No, no, no. What did I do wrong?

ChapterTen

Cyran

“Have I hurt you?”

The moment I found the tiny feminine erection between her lips, I felt triumphant. I thought Ivy wanted me to find it.

And yet she cried out like it was all too intense.

“No,” she insists. “Not hurt! You didn’t hurt me! Please touch me again, it felt wonderful.”

“But you acted as if I hurt you.”

Ivy climbs off of me, her breasts heaving. She makes a sound like a frustrated animal, then grabs my shoulders and pulls me on top of her on the bed, her legs spread wide.

“I get loud when I’m ready to come. Don’t you dare freaking stop or I’m going to start cussing for real!”

Throughout her intoxicating kisses, she places my hand back where she wants it. Again, I find her delicious heat and feel her honey spill over my fingers.

I make contact with her clit and she jerks. “Yes, there! Oh my God…”

Her eyes squeeze tight.

“Here?”

“Yes! Circles,” she squeaks. “Make circles and fuck me with your finger!”

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