Page 104 of Pretty Little Prey
Daxton’s eyebrows furrowed with displeasure at her silence. “I’ll teach you who you belong to.” His warm hands shifted under her knees. “Show me what is mine.” He mercilessly parted her legs wide open for himself, leaning in to speak against her aching clit. “And watch me while I feast.”
He sank his head down between her smooth, trembling thighs and gave a soft kiss over the hood of her clit. He released a guttural groan at the first taste of her, the vibration of it thrumming over her pussy. His fingers bit into her fleshy thighs as he held her tightly to his mouth.
His gaze burned into hers as he hungrily watched her reactions. In masterful, controlled strokes, his tongue dragged up and down the hypersensitive bud. Her breath caught deep in her throat as he licked and sucked and teased with that talented mouth. That skillful tongue.How did he learn this so well?
As he expertly executed flicks over her pulsing bundle of nerves, her hands shot down and grabbed at his dark hair. When her hips began to rock, pushing herself harder onto his mouth, he pulled back and delivered soft, teasing licks, caressing up and down.
She didn’t realize she had been craning her neck to watch him work between her legs until he gave a powerful suck over her clit, and Luna’s head fell back to the floor. Her back arched as her limbs shook from the rising orgasm.
Electricity.Throbbing. Something built inside her.
He just kept up that leisurely lapping of his tongue, around and around, and up and down, over her clit. The pink flesh yielded to the sensual force he used, twitching every time he pulled away.
He fed the staff of the paintbrush into her clenching core, using her slickness to ease it in. He slowly pumped it in and out of her. The handle was thicker than two fingers, but the girth was nothing compared to the size of his bulging erection.
He tilted the paintbrush, seeming perfectly aware of the angle required to rub the smooth head against that secret spot inside her, running it over the ribbed inner flesh.
At the sensation of being filled so skillfully, her head tossed and turned. Her moans were a long string of incoherent sounds emanating from her parted lips. Lights flashed over her vision. He sinfully coaxed her body toward an orgasm that had all of her muscles tensing in anticipation.
Caressing her slit with his irresistible tongue, he asked, “Do you know who you belong to now, little one?”
“Ugahmhm,” she moaned.
“That is not a word, Luna,” he teased. “Did my silly little mate forget her words?” He pressed his tongue so firmly against the hood of her clit, swiping at it, before he curled the end of his tongue andswirledandflickedanddipped.
She cried out more incomprehensible gibberish, the back of her neck slick with sweat. Her breasts heaved and shook as the hot muscles of her pussy began pulsing around the piece of wood.
“Look at you, taking it so well,” he rasped his approval, watching intently as the staff of the paintbrush disappeared inside her again and again. “In a few days, we will be married, and this will be replaced with my hard cock. It aches for you, Neeuck. Fuck, it throbs even now, weeping at the tip to sink inside your glistening heat.”
Another broken sound spilled from her—pained pleasure.Need to come so bad.
“Unraveling for me like a good girl,” he purred, his voice so deep, it vibrated her bones, echoing throughout her body. “Beg to come.”
“W-What?”
“Beg me,” he demanded, his voice growing harsh and dominating. Why was that so damn sexy?
She should have despised the way he commanded her, writing him off as another self-centered alpha predator. But his demands were accompanied by intoxicating flicks of his tongue and consistent strokes of the brush. Her traitorous body went soft and pliant for him.
“Please,” she whispered.
He hummed and pinched the sides of her clit with his free hand. “My mate can beg better than that.” Using two fingers, he pulled back the hood of her clit and lapped directly over her most sensitive flesh.
Her toes curled as she pleaded, “Please, please, Daxton. Please.”
“You will call me ‘my king.’” He tapped at her bare clit, and her hips shot up, off the floor. “Say it.”
“P-Please, my king.”
“Fuck,” he gritted, and she felt his hot length pulse against her where his lower body loomed over her. His own breaths were ragged, as if pleasuring her also pleasured him. As if he too was on the brink of orgasm.
She bucked her hips in an act of shameless yearning. “Please, my king, let me come.Please.”
“I want you coming every day of your life. Coming on my tongue, my fingers, my cock…” He grunted, a blazing need shining in his serpentine eyes. “Fuck, just to look at you on the edge. Flushed. Slick. A wet little mess for me.”
“Please,” she squealed.
He guided the staff of the brush inside her once more. “Look how greedy you are for it.”
