Page 31 of Taken to the Deadlands

A low burst of heat exploded from the rock and shot down my arm. The straps tightened around her face. She turned back around and let her hair down. The muzzle was stretched against her skin and only had a few holes to allow her to breathe.

I reached out and let my fingers trace the seams. Feeling every bump on the thick fabric. She groaned when I forced my fingers between the fabric and her skin, but made no move to stop me.

I shouldn’t be doing this. Being so casual with her. Imagining what could happen next. But I couldn’t stop myself.

Not even when I knew how much of a monster she had once been.

“That defeats the purpose,” she growled.

With a smile, I tugged harshly at it, causing her to jerk forward.

“Just making sure I won’t wake up with your teeth buried in my shoulder.”

A light flashed across her eyes before her eyebrows pulled together.

“Maybe it would be better if I stayed elsewhere tonight,” she said. “You might not end up with my teeth in you, but… who knows what I might do when I’m half asleep?”

I fell back to the bed, letting go of her muzzle.

“I need you near me in case that…thingcomes back,” I replied, trying to suppress a shiver.

“My guess is that it’s either a wraith or a phantom, neither of which my kind can see, though I’ve heard of them,” Aris offered as an explanation and started to climb onto the bed.

The action forced me backwards involuntarily, my heart pounding in my chest. Aris’s face twisted.

When I stayed still, she slowly crawled toward me on her hands and knees, her long hair brushing against the bed. When she finally got close enough, she placed her hands on either side of me and leaned forward.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, though the look in her eyes told me the opposite. “You smell really good.”

Her words caused my entire body to heat.

Shit.Her eyes flashed red for a second telling me she could smell just how turned on I was.

“Don’t tell me you like the muzzle,” she teased, leaning forward to rub the contraption against the crook of my neck.

“Is this the frenzy talking?” I asked. My breathing came heavier then, and with each breath, my erect nipples brushed across her chest. She was so close I could feel the heat radiating off her skin.

“No,” she said with a growl. “Something else.”

Heat blossomed in my lower belly.

“I thought?—“

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” she cut me off before moving her muzzled mouth up toward my ear and whispering, “But now that I can’t,andyour scent tells me how much you like the sight, I think I want somethingelsefrom you tonight.”

“And if I say I don’t?”

She let out a husky chuckle and pulled away. Listening to her desire-filled voice and the way her eyes flashed while her mouth was muzzled did something to me. Maybe it was the control aspect of it. KnowingIwas the only one who could release her. KnowingIwas the one bringing her to the brink of a madness I didn’t quite understand just yet.

She leaned forward again, as if to kiss me, before inhaling deeply. I lifted my chin, but instead of pushing her muzzle to my lips, she trailed down to my chest, pausing to inhale again.

My breath caught.

She’s not going to do what I think she is, is she?

When her muzzled mouth brushed against my breast, all thoughts left my mind. Her eyes trailed up to mine as she lowered herself between my legs.

I was still wearing the thin slip I wore to bed with just a thin pair of panties under it. She pushed my legs apart, a low snarl falling from her lips when she caught sight of my clothed pussy.

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