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“No mini-entitled ones.”
“Hate to break it to you, but all children are entitled. Not just godly ones. Comes with being reliant on—”
“You know what I mean, asshole. Now are you going to help me or are you going to ruin the moment and I’ll go take care of myself?”
Pan didn’t waste any more time. Spinning me so fast I was dizzy, he grabbed my thighs where they met my ass and lifted me against him. Our naked bodies pressed together. Chest to chest.
His thick cock touched my spread pussy with every step but never near my entrance. With other guys, I might have worried about the precarious position, given the number of asshats that preferred to go bareback regardless of the consequences. Pan wasn’t like that.
He took care to never push the line while still teasing me. Sparks of ecstasy zipped along my skin everywhere he touched.
My back touched a hard rock surface.
“Lift your hands,” he commanded. I arched an eyebrow but did as he said. Almost instantly something tough and leathery wrapped around my wrists. I frowned, arching my back to tilt my head up and see. Ancient vines in hues of blue and brown wrapped around my wrists and arms.
Pan kissed my neck, nibbling at my skin. His hands ran up and down my thighs as the vines took a hefty portion of my weight, pulling my shoulders taut.
He pushed my legs wider, spreading me further than I’d ever been. My muscles tingled with the edge of a burn just as something collared each ankle. I gasped as vines pushed out from the cave wall to wrap around each calf and thigh. My upper half was suspended while the lower was locked in place and unable to move an inch.
Pan took a couple of steps back. His green eyes flashed with raw hunger. He closed his hand in a fist and bit down on the edge of it as he took me in.
“You planning to stand there and stare like a creeper, or—”
An earthy musk washed over my senses as a vine wrapped around my face, tightening at my mouth like a gag.
Holy shit.
I was pretty sure a waterfall of my own making gushed from between my thighs. My cheeks heated as I felt my own slick arousal running down my inner thighs.
Pan grinned with pure male satisfaction. “Snap your fingers if it becomes too much,” he directed.
I nodded; or tried to.
Pan approached. One rough hand cupped my breast, fingers tweaking the nipple. I jerked. Need shot straight from my breast to my core, reminding me of its emptiness—and how much I desired for him to fill me.
“That tiny little tank top you call a shirt has been taunting me for days,” he said, lowering himself to my breast. He took my nipple between his lips and sucked the already tight peak until it was so sensitive, even his breath made it tender.
His thumb gently brushed over it and I cried out against my makeshift gag.
“Such a needy little thing . . .” He repeated the process to the other side, smirking when I began to writhe against my restraints.
Fingertips trailed down my belly, curving around the crease where my thigh met my hip. Those tortuous fingers skimmed the edge of my folds, and a groaned rumble ran through him. “Fuck. You’redripping.”
Pan dropped to his knees. His nose skimmed from the corner of my knee, up my inner thigh. He stopped just short of where I wanted him and bit down. Not hard enough to break skin, but it would definitely bruise.
Desire pulsed in the air; so thick and all-consuming, I felt like I’d die from it.
It’s like he knew every place to touch that would drive me insane.
Then I felt his tongue lick inside me.
Heat rushed to my head, as I reached for the release that was too far out of my control. “I’ll never get this taste out of my head,” he groaned, then penetrated deep again.
I thrashed against the vines that held me tight, but it didn’t hurry him along. Pan took great pleasure in licking and sucking everywhere ... except the spot where I needed him most. I twisted my wrists and flexed my strength, but it did no good. Whatever plant these vines were made of were stronger than what we had on Earth. That or his magic made them unbreakable.
Pan shifted his tongue to my swollen clit. He hadn’t touched it, but gods did I need him to. He traced light circles around it with the very tip of his tongue, making my indignation evaporate. If he’d asked me to beg right then, I would have.
My teeth sank into the smooth wood-like plant that gagged me. The slight taste of mint with coconut touched my tongue, along with something unknown.
