Page 31 of Act of Command

His skin was on fire, sweat beading on it. Something was wrong with him. Very wrong.

“N-no,” he managed. “Don’t touch me.”

“You’re hurt.”

“Run,” he said barely above a harsh whisper. “Not safe to be around.”

She touched his brow, wiping away sweat that was about to go into his eyes. “You won’t hurt me, Corbin. Deep down I know that.”

His teeth clenched and his body strained. The sight of him in so much pain made her tear up. What had they given him? He shook his head as she tried to touch him again. “No.”

“I told you that you won’t hurt me,” she pressed.

He looked away for a few moments before looking at her, his gaze dead serious. “I want to fuck you until you scream my name. Until you beg me to stop. Until you carry my child.” He cursed softly and then snarled, his entire body trembling from his obvious attempts to restrain whatever was happening.

It hit her then, he was already drugged up and she’d lost control and sung to him. He wasn’t insane or broken like so many were when she did such a thing—he was horny. His pain was happening because he wanted to keep her safe from his sexual advances. She’d already had a soft spot for him; this just made it bigger. Knowing he was going through this much agony for her made her chest tingle and warmth spread through it. In addition, it made her rethink her stance on clinging to her virginity. Every instinct in her told her to hand herself over to Corbin, that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he’d make love to her, and even though they were in a horrible situation, being with him would be glorious.

“Corbin, let me help you.”

“No. Did you hear what I want to do to you?”

“I did.” She sighed. “I don’t think I’m a screamer, but who knows.” She wanted to make him smile. It didn’t work.

He convulsed and she moved closer to him, pushing on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back with ease. For a moment she felt his pain as if were her own and the tears broke free from her. She had it in her to help him. Deep down she knew it to be true. She skimmed a hand over his torso, wiping through the sheen of sweat coating his every muscle.

Corbin caught her wrist and shook his head. It took her a moment to realize his hands were misshapen. Without her glasses on she’d not seen it before, but there it was. He was starting to shift forms.

Reason said she should run.

Her heart said stay. That he needed her. She locked gazes with him and then bent over him, putting her face close to his, her lips brushing his. She was about to tell him to allow her to assist, but when his hands went into her hair and his lips crashed into hers, she knew he’d lost his ability to fight what was happening to him. She surrendered to his kiss, opening her mouth to him, his tongue finding hers. Fireworks seemed to explode behind her eyelids as she kissed him.

Her body warmed to the idea of having more from him. Before she knew it, her hands were roaming freely over his torso and inching lower as she slid up and over him, straddling him. His hot, hard erection pressed against his pants and in turn, against her mound. Mae gasped in Corbin’s mouth as his kiss turned into an act of sex all on its own.

He broke the kiss, keeping his lips near hers, his hands clamping down on the sides of her head, and she knew he was straining to keep from going too far. “Mae, no.”

“You don’t want me?” she asked, slightly hurt.

“Bloody hell, woman, I’m fighting the urge to claim you. Do you understand what that means?”

She’d have been offended if her own traitorous body didn’t crave the man under her. “You’re hurting and I can help you.” She blushed. “I just don’t know what to do to help. I’ve never been with a man before.”

Corbin tossed his head back and slammed his hands down on the floor. “Off. Mae, off.”

“No. I can help. Tell me how to help.”

He closed his eyes tight, keeping his hands off her, his body jerking under her. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they began to swivel on him. His erect shaft rubbed against her mound and pleasure pulsed through her. Corbin reacted to the movement as well, so Mae continued, moving on him, drawing pleasure from the situation as well. She gave in to the need to taste his flesh by bending, kissing his neck first. The salty taste of his sweat coated her tongue, driving her onward as she licked a line over his collarbone.

Corbin gasped and went ramrod stiff beneath her. She kept going, licking her way down lower, moving her body down him as she did. Before she knew it, she was settled between his legs, her face at groin level to him. She licked the start of sandy blondish-brown hairs that started above his waistband. His cock twitched under the material of the pants and Mae decided to do something bold. She undid them and then tugged his waistband down, his long, thick cock springing out at her, bobbing there before her face.

She’d seen many a penis in her life-study classes. None had been erect. And none had been this close. They’d all been circumcised males. Corbin was not.

Fascinating.

The artistic side of her took hold and she found herself touching his cock, running her hands up and down it, feeling the velvety smoothness. Fascinated by every vein and ridge, she moved in closer, her vision better at that distance. The urge to taste him hit her hard and she gave in. The second her tongue darted over the top of his thick, long, hot, cock, he roared, and it would have scared her had she not been so captivated by the sight and taste of his dick.

She eased her mouth over the top of his erection and looked up to find him staring down at her, complete shock and awe on his handsome face. She ran one hand over his hip as she used the other to stroke the base of his cock. The total length of him was too much to take fully into her mouth, so she worked what remained with her hand as she eased her head up and down on him. His dick was so hot she worried he’d burst.

Mae’s body continued to warm as she sucked on him. Moisture pooled between her legs and she found everything on her body to be hypersensitive. Alice had spoken often of giving head and she never made it sound like something the woman gained much pleasure from. Maybe Mae was doing it wrong, because knowing she was exciting Corbin in turn excited her. She wanted to please him. Wanted to ease his pain.

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