Page 36 of Hers to Claim

“Bavi means little rabbit. Small and sweet and precious.” He growled and then bit her thigh playfully. “Now will you relent?”

Goosebumps sprang up all over her body, and her nipples drew tight. “So I have to agree to whatever this is?”

“I would never take you—or taste you—without your permission.” He sighed. “I’m sorry about what happened at our first meeting. I overstepped.” He paused, as if he wasn’t sure he should continue, but then came to a decision. “I had been alone for so long, finally seeing you in the flesh after knowing the touch of your magic for so long overwhelmed me. I should not have allowed that to happen.”

He looked so regretful that she believed him. He seemed so different than she was used to seeing him, more quiet and less brash. She wondered which was the authentic version of him.

“Which part?”

“You’ll make me say it? You are a cruel mistress.” A smile ghosted over his generous lips. “When I forced myself on you and brought you to a climax, even though it was ephemeral and not physical. I shouldn’t have.” He kissed her thigh. “It is important to me not to violate you that way. I know what it is to be forced. What it is to be used. I would not want that between us and I am sorry.”

She understood his sadness now. His regret. She didn’t know the details of what her father and the other incubi had done to him, but her imagination provided endless devastating options. “I believe you.”

Surprise flickered over his expression, and then satisfaction. “Thank you.” He kissed again, a fraction of an inch higher. “May I taste you now, my beautiful goddess?”

“Why do you call me that?”

He chuckled and pressed his lips to her skin once more, the heat of his breath tempting. “When I say you are a goddess, it is not exaggeration or flirtation. It is simple truth. You are the incarnation of a goddess who was driven from this land more than five hundred years ago. She was erased to make room forthe colonizers’ dying god. Remade in an image of virginal grace that she would have despised in order to enslave the spirits of the people who adored her.”

She startled in his grip, but he didn’t look concerned and simply smoothed his hands over her thighs. “How do you know that?”

“A part of me recognized her in you immediately, though that part had slumbered for so long that I couldn’t put it into words when I first saw you. I have had time to ponder it since.” He bit her thigh again, a little less playfully. “Have I paid for a taste of you yet?”

His pleading gaze made her bold. She didn’t understand the inclination, but she also didn’t want to fight it. This was her dream after all. She could be whatever she wanted here. But she had one more thing to make sure of, before she gave him what he wanted, especially since he was being so unusually forthcoming.

“The city, Dohal,” she said, holding his gaze. “You aren’t really going to destroy Las Vegas if you get free, are you?”

He smothered a considering murmur into her thigh. “I know you care for the people here, though I don’t understand why. I would not cause you pain, bavi.” He nipped her skin softly in a way that made her very aware of the razor-sharp points of his teeth. “Except for the kind you crave.”

Relief flooded her. She raised one hand to stroke his horn. The hard surface was hot, almost uncomfortably so. He bent into her touch, a sound of ecstasy falling from his lips as he pressed them to her skin.

“Please,” he whispered, the word itself a caress that made her shiver.

She tightened her grip on his horn. “One taste,” she said sternly.

Dohal nodded quickly. His tongue darted out between his lips as his eyes dropped to take in her cunt again. He shifted his grip to make room between her thighs.

She hung on to his horn, watching him intently. Her magic flared, but somehow in the dream it felt more contained, not the torrent of power that rushed out in every direction completely out of her control, but rather a well-tended bonfire that burned exactly as it was meant to.

Parting her folds with his thumbs, he didn’t waste another moment and dove in with a slow, decadent lick from her entry all the way up to her clit that rocked her to her soul. He groaned as he sucked her clit into his mouth as if she was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

Her magic swelled as the pleasure coursed through her, making her skin flush. She raised her hips, offering him more than just the one taste she’d promised. He murmured against her in acknowledgement of her wishes, meeting her eyes over the curvy landscape of her body. He maintained eye contact as he began to absolutely dismantle her with his mouth.

Her thighs quaked as he kept her balanced on the delicious edge for so long that all the other questions she’d wanted to ask melted away. Nothing mattered but the wicked heat of his lips and tongue and the perfect pressure he applied to her clit for an instant less than it took for her to come.

Mari lost track of how many times he drove her relentlessly to the precipice and then waited, perfectly still, as the moment drifted out of her grip again like gossamer and mist.

She couldn’t even articulate her frustration anymore. Sense had long since failed and all that poured from her mouth were wordless cries equal parts pain and pleasure. All that mattered in the universe was his mouth and her vast, yawning desire that kept growing each time he denied her.

In the middle of whatever countless iteration it was, without warning, he bit down on her clit. Hard. The pain set off a cascading orgasm that wracked her whole body. Every drop of her magic rushed out of her at once and drove into him. He moaned helplessly, his eyes falling shut as he continued to work her clit with his sinful mouth.

Her body clenched around nothing, the profound emptiness bringing her to tears. She hiccupped and sobbed as she continued to come for what felt like hours. He gently suckled at her clit, drawing out every last shudder from her exhausted body as she lay boneless under him.

When she was utterly spent, he prowled over her body, his thighs spreading her legs carelessly as he loomed over her. His massive, hard cock nudged against her abused cunt. She whimpered, but her hips raised all the same. Oh, how she ached for him.

“Not tonight, bavi,” he chided. “When I take you that way it will be in the flesh.”

He lowered his head slowly to claim her mouth in a searing kiss that tasted of her passion, his horns pressing into and distorting the bed on either side of her, each one as thick as one of her arms. Even Cisco didn’t make her feel this small and dainty.

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