Page 29 of Knave

“I fucked my hand,” he said in a gruff voice. “I pretended it was you stroking me, your mouth sucking, me thrusting inside you.” His hands drifted to the curve of her buttocks, and she ground harder into him. “How wet are you now?”

A heat spread through Mouse, sinking lower and lower, her body coiled tight. “Very.” She hadn’t touched a cock since Mr. Taylor’s, and her thoughts turned to Ferris when she’d found him naked in his bed, how much she wanted to see his length again, only this time,hard. Ferris wasn’t prim and proper the way men were back in her century, and she liked that he was both sweet and daring.

Mouse wanted to be adventurous too, wanted to show her bold side. For now, she would start by making him feel good. “Stand up and show me how you took care of yourself the other night,” she murmured.

“As you wish.” Ferris grinned seductively and Mouse helped him peel his shirt over his head. Her heart pounded as he lifted and placed her into the chair before rising in front of her. He kicked off his boots, then she unfastened his jeans and drew them down, freeing his large cock, the silver piercing at the tip shining. Hunger swirled in her as she studied his broad chest, his defined muscles, the raven tattoo on the left side of his stomach.

Ferris brought his hand to his hard cock, stroking, and a pearl glistened at the head. The bead seemed to beg for her to lick it away, see how good he tasted.

“What are you thinking?” he rasped as his hand moved at an enticingly slow pace.

She pushed up from the chair and stepped closer, her gaze locked on his. “That I want to sink my teeth into you.”

“Then do it, luv.”

Mouse’s body grew hotter at his words, her heart slamming against her ribs. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his collar bone, her fangs dropping. But she didn’t want to pierce him there—she wanted the place she’d been thinking about for a while. It had always been his neck and wrists in the past.

Mouse kissed down his chest to his nipple, circling it with her tongue before gliding her fangs lightly across his flesh, all while he continued to stroke himself faster. Her hand met his and they pumped his cock together, his breaths ragged. Lowering herself to her knees, she took over for him.

She ran her free fingers up his thigh, then sank her teeth into his salty flesh there. A rush of euphoria swept through her as his blood burst onto her tongue.Heavenly.

“Fuck,” Ferris growled. “That feels so damn good.”

Mouse’s eyes fluttered as she drank in the taste of him. A part of her wanted to drink him in forever, but she fought that ravenous appetite of hers. Her desire for blood turned toward the need to taste something else. She drew her fangs from his thigh, then shifted her position to collect the pearl from his tip with her tongue, tasting the delectable saltiness. A quiet moan left her and she leaned in to lick from the base of his length to the crown. She circled the warm metal of his piercing before taking him into her mouth completely.

Mouse gripped his buttocks, and he gently thrust into her mouth while his hands fisted her hair. She liked this, the being in control, and she worked him in between her lips, loving how he felt in her mouth. Then his cock pulsed. It had been so long since she’d done this, but it felt natural—all of it.

“I’m about to come,” Ferris groaned. But she didn’t leave his velvety cock, only continued to take her fill until her name fell from his lips on an inhale and he spilled himself inside her mouth.

Mouse swallowed his delicious flavor, then rose off her knees to stand in front of him. He lifted her chin, his chest heaving. “Tell me what you want now.”

“For tonight, I just want to feel your fangs inside me.” Mouse unbuttoned the front of her dress and drew it down her shoulders, letting the top fall to her waist, so her breasts were exposed. “And for your hands and tongue to touch me here.”

In one swift motion, Ferris hoisted Mouse up, making her laugh while carrying her to the bed. She sat in his lap once more, her legs cradling his hips. His hand slid up her spine as he leaned down, bringing her closer to his face. His warm tongue circled her peaked nipple, then he took it into his mouth, his hand kneading her other breast.

She moaned as he released her nipple and trailed his tongue to the top of her breast, his fangs brushing her skin. Ferris sank his teeth in to the crook of her neck and she arched in pleasure, his fingers caressing her skin as he drank her. Mouse’s eyes fluttered and she wanted more. More. More. More. “More,” she demanded, her voice breathy.

He flipped her onto her back, caging her in. A loud creak came from the bed before it collapsed to the floor. Mouse squeaked and Ferris’s shoulders quaked with laughter.

“I think that’s our cue to search the palace like we’re supposed to be doing.” Mouse smiled.

Ferris smirked, licking the blood from his lips. “We’ll continue thissoon.” He crawled off of Mouse and helped her to her feet.

She had never felt this way about anyone, the anticipation flowing through her. For the first time, she wasn’t distracted by the need to feed, even though it swirled in her stomach. After searching a little longer, she would drink from their provisions.

Ferris slipped his clothing on while Mouse buttoned her dress, neither removing their gazes from the other.

She bit the inside of her cheek. “We do need to go back to the library since we didn’t finish searching it.”

Ferris lifted her chin, his dark eyes fastened to hers. “How about in the morning? That will give you time to prepare for it. If you want, I can even search it myself. For now, we can check other rooms in the palace.”

Mouse let out a relieved breath. “I like that plan.”

As they explored the palace, there were so many rooms to go through, and her eyes started to close as tiredness swept over her. But she wanted to look a little longer since they were almost finished with this wing.

Mouse opened a door that led to a large chamber and she knew right away that this had once belonged to the royals. The bed was large enough for four people and the faded artwork painted across the walls gave it away, along with the wordsBitch Queenwritten everywhere. A potent metal smell enveloped her as she entered. Even centuries after the royals had died, the stench of blood still lingered in the bedroom.

Most of the room appeared to have been raided at some point, not a single jewel was anywhere in sight and near-empty dresser drawers were strewn on the floor.

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