Page 49 of Woven Souls

“There are five of us that need to eat, and if you want some good meals, I need ingredients.”It had been Willow’s only response before putting everything away.

I’m grateful for her thoughtfulness.

As Willow starts breakfast, it doesn’t take me long to realize that the kitchen is her element, and she doesn’t need help. With her concentration solely on prepping and planning, I’m forgotten completely. As is her injured foot. I catch her wincing here and there as she shifts her weight from side to side. I lean against the wall and watch her work. Soon she’s cutting up banana pieces, pecans, and dipping bread into some sort of sweet concoction.

My gaze drifts over her body as she comes to a standstill in front of the stove.

Viktor’s gotten a taste of what it would be like with Willow. But I’ve had all of her and knowing that she’s been mine, and is still mine, well… I grow hard just thinking about it. My eyes drift over her wondrous curves. My fingers itch to touch her.

Smells like Viktor. The monster has been lurking close to the surface since I overheard Willow’s sounds of pleasure this morning. As I promised Willow, this part of me seems content with the situation. But as I stand here watching Willow’s ass swing back and forth as she starts to hum, a small zing of possessive rushes through me.

I creep forward, unable to keep my hands to myself anymore. I’ve loved her from the beginning. Me, not Viktor, not Jonah, justme.Willow should be drowning in my scent, not Viktor’s. My hands land on her hips, and I chuckle when she gasps in surprise.

“Oh, Kwil, I completely lost track—”

“Shh, keep working on breakfast for the others.”

My hands slide forward around her waist and come to a stop at the button of her jeans. Undoing it easily, I hook my thumb into her waistband and push it down, taking her panties along with. Slowly, I sink to my knees as I drag her pants down. I plant kisses on each butt cheek before taking my tongue and dragging it across the back of her thighs, tickling the soft skin behind her knees.

“Kwil!” Her exclamation is husky as her pants puddle at her ankles.

“I’d like to enjoy my meal in solitude this morning, if you don’t mind.” I pull her feet out of each pant leg and toss the articles of clothing aside. “In order to do that, we can’t draw any attention to ourselves, so go back to cooking quietly, and I’ll enjoy breakfast that’s already been prepared for me.”

My hands take her calves and slide up her thighs as I continue to kiss and lick her skin. As I rise back up, I nip at her butt. Baring my teeth, I nearly bite down on all the extra meat back here. I want to mark up her skin with my teeth and claws so that the others know I’ve been here and who she belongs to. Instead of biting her, however, I grab both legs and pull them apart.

With a grin, I crawl between her legs so I’m in front of her with my back pressed against the oven and my face facing the junction between her legs. I can smell her arousal. Drawing in a deep breath of it, I look up and grin as she looks down at me.

“Here.”

Willow reaches forward and dips two fingers into the mixing bowl on the counter. Scooping up the concoction she lowers her hand towards me. For a second, I think she’s going to plop her fingers into my mouth. My mouth waters in anticipation. Instead, she trails the grainy brown sauce along the inside of her thighs towards the apex of her legs until she’s coated her clit with it.

“Try it and make sure I have enough sugar to sex, ratio.”

A deep growl of excitement rattles my body, joining Willow’s personal vibration. Leaning forward, my long tongue laps up the sticky goo. I groan against her legs. Brown sugar, butter, and vanilla extract. Delicious. As my tongue dives between her legs, I get to taste both her and the mixture of sugary deliciousness.

“Fuck, Willow…”

My hands come up and grab a thick handful of her thighs as I lean forward and begin to devour her. Willow’s hips jut backwards just enough so I can get between her and her cooking. My tongue vibrates against her clit as I tease and caress it. Her arousal drips down onto my chin as I work her up.

“Oh! This is a bad idea,” Willow whimpers as her legs start to tremble. “I’m going to burn everyone’s food.”

I grin against her core before I press my tongue against her clit to simply let it vibrate against her.

“Oh!” Willow’s gasp of surprise is followed by a groan as she cums.

I don’t let her recover once her legs stop shaking. One hand leaves her thigh so that I can run my fingers through her sensitive folds while my tongue swirls over her clit. She’s so fucking wet, and it’s all for me. With my fingers, I tease her, using her arousal to coax her body towards another orgasm.

“Kwil, I can’t…” Willow braces her hands on the edge of the counter as she pants.

She can’t see it, but I roll my eyes. Willow always says she can’t, but I clearly know her body better than she does. She’s not at her limit with just one orgasm. As my tongue continues to please and tease her, two fingers slide into her core. I coat them thoroughly with her arousal before I pull them free and replace them with my tongue.

Before Willow, I hated every part of myself. Being a monster… It was a curse. But now, as my tongue slowly buries itself deeper and deeper into Willow’s delicious cunt, I’m able to taste the deepest recesses of Willow’s body. As my tongue vibrates against places inside Willow that I would never have been able to reach as just a Fae, my fingers, slick with her juices, slide between her butt cheeks and tease the ring of muscle that clenches in surprise.

I work one finger into her first. Willow’s panting grows louder as my tongue and finger begin to work in tandem. When I insert a second finger, she chokes on her pleasure. A deep, sinister laugh whispers through my head as her hips press into my face.

Mine… The monster nearly purrs with delight when one of Willow’s hands flies down to hold my head in place as she whispers my name over and over again.

Her body suddenly tenses. With a sharp cry of ecstasy, Willow cums again, this one more intense than the first. Watching and feeling her come undone again is too much. I need more than this. When her body begins to relax, I pull my fingers and tongue out of her. I slide out from between her legs, get to my feet behind her, and yank her away from the stove.

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