Page 45 of Essa

Either choice is good with me. I can protect him easily enough wherever we are, but I don't think he's ready to allow that much control to me when we're in a new place and tensions are still so high.

Seth tilts his head back to see Adam, and I'm sure he's taunting my other male in their thoughts. I climb onto the bed, eyes on Adam as I do so. He's straining against his collar and leash but hasn't reached up to unbuckle it yet. Excess venom beads at the tips of my fangs, and I use my tongue to draw the sweet liquid into my mouth. My fangs are thrumming with the need to sink into either man.

"You said you know about our differences," I say to Seth, hoping he understands that I'm talking about the anatomical differences between me and females of his species.

"That your pussy has tentacles that are going to try to milk the shit out of me?" Seth asks, not sounding put off by it at all. "Oh, baby, I'm fucking ecstatic."

That's all the prompting I need to throw my leg over his head and lower myself down on his face. He grabs my ass, pulling me tight against him as he begins his feast anew.

I throw my head back and moan, loving the feel of his lips on me, of the soft suction he applies, but I want him inside of me. I need him inside of me, and then, almost like he can feel my desperation, his tongue plunges into me as deep as he can get it. Which isn't very far because it's still just a human tongue, but fuck if it doesn't have my body responding.

I know as soon as he feels my differences because his whole body stiffens in surprise. His shock only lasts a moment before he's back to devouring me, making me feel like he was being honest in not minding my body.

"Look at me," I tell him when his eyes flutter shut. When he opens them, they seem to almost glow with his eagerness to please me.

I whimper as pleasure builds up inside of me. My inner tendrils tense and tighten, begging for something to squeeze as my pleasure begins to reach its peak. I've been told they're very pleasant for my male partners, but they can be strange to comprehend at first. They're used in Haventh mating to help a male's seed release, but human men have that ability on their own. But I hope they'll still be pleasing for my males.

Adam pulls at his leash again. This time, when I look up, his hands are balled into fists sitting on his thighs. His muscles are all tensed, his gaze pinned to where Seth is working me over with his mouth. Seth digs his fingers harder into my thighs to get my attention back on him, and I let my head fall, a moan escaping my lips as I do.

"You're good at this," I tell him, tunneling my fingers through his red curls as his eyes crinkle in the corners at the praise.

"You should see him suck cock," Adam growls out.

My grip on Seth's hair tightens at the visual flashing in my mind of my males with one another. Adam would be rough with him. I've heard him use Seth many times when they were staying in the pleasure crew room. He might love Seth more than anyone and want to protect him from anything that might hurt him, but those things don't seem very important when they're having relations. Then again, Seth does seem to like being used, and I wonder if I'm not being rough enough with him.

"Do you need more from me?" I ask Seth, lifting myself off his face as the concern that I'm not enough for him starts to overpower the freeing feeling of being on top of this male and using his mouth to find my pleasure.

"More?" Seth asks, his eyes heavy with lust, his lips swollen and pink as his tongue peeks out of his mouth to taste me onthem. He doesn't understand my question, and that's made clear when he asks, "You want to fuck?"

"Yes, of course I do," I tell him, a smile coasting across my lips before I can stop it. Adam tugs at his collar again, drawing my attention to him. His knuckles are white, and his teeth bared. "I don't think tonight is the night for that, though. I'm asking if you need me to be rougher."

"Don't you fucking dare," Adam snarls at me, the words more of a rumble than intelligible words.

"I wasn't asking you," I tell Adam, turning my focus back down to the male still between my legs, looking at me with hunger and lust in his eyes. When he catches me watching him stare at me as though I'm the goddess he called me, his pink cheeks somehow turn even pinker. "Do you need me to be rough with you? I wish to be a good lover for you."

Seth closes his eyes, his hips grinding against the air, reminding me that I'm not being a very good lover now with how I've neglected his cock. I will make it up to him, though. At least, that's the plan.

"No, I worship you to get your praise. I don't need you to be rough. I just need you to be you," Seth tells me. His palms against my hips urge me back down on his face, but I keep myself hovering above his lips for just a moment longer.

"You'll tell me if you need more."

He nods, and I finally relent. His fingertips press harder into my skin as I lower myself as though he thinks he can keep me there if he holds me tight enough. The idea of him never wanting me to leave has a thrill running through me. And as his tongue works into me, his nose nudging against where I'm most sensitive, I try to stay in this moment for as long as I can.

Pleasure builds inside of me, rising, rising, and when I open my eyes to take in the beauty of the man below me and see him looking up at me as though he's as devoted to me as I am tohim, I can't help but fall into the oasis of ecstasy he's urging me toward. He makes a startled sound as my inner workings try to tighten on the little bit of his tongue he's pressed inside me, but he adjusts to it and continues his motions until I've ridden out my pleasure. He's enjoying himself so much I have to tug on his hair to get him to stop.

Seth licks his lips like he's savoring my taste as I pull away from him. My mind is still a little fuzzy from the endorphins flooding through me. It doesn't stop me from moving off him and leaning down so our faces are close. I wish to kiss him, but I'm leaking too much venom right now. I do suck as much as I can away from my fangs before kissing his temple, flattening some of his curls that are in my way.

"Wonderful male," I tell him.

I lick my hand, getting it slick enough to give some lubrication when I pleasure him. I nudge my nose against the side of his head until he turns it so I can press my lips against his neck as my hand travels down the length of his body, searching out where he's hot and hard. The paint on his abdomen is an absolute mess—such a sharp contrast to the crisp lines still adorning Adam's body.

As my fingers wrap around him, my fangs thrum almost painfully with the need to plunge into his shoulder. It's good we're not fornicating tonight, or I'd be lost to the urge to bite and claim and mark. As it stands, licking a long trail from his shoulder to where his jaw meets his neck is soothing enough.

"Fuck, Essa," he groans as I stroke him with a tight grip.

He tilts his head even more, and at first, I think he's doing it to tempt me into biting him. No matter how much he teases me, I've already decided I won't. But he isn't just offering his neck to me.

I lift my gaze to make sure he's enjoying himself, read his facial expressions, and watch as he falls into his own pleasure. His eyesare straining, looking toward Adam, who's sitting on his pillows much more calm than he was when I was taunting him while riding his male's face.

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