Page 15 of Avaritia

Theon thrust forward with one rough movement, and I absolutely felt his cock under my palm and just about everywhere else. To my surprise, I was clenching around him instantly, an orgasm that I hadn’t seen coming, ripping through my body like a tornado, my mouth open on a silent scream.

For all his initial excitement, Theon slowed down, keeping his thrusts gentle and shallow for a moment while I rode out the waves of pleasure. My mouth was dry, dehydrated from the gallons of slick I was producing. With each gentle roll of his hips, my thighs shook, toes curled into the sheets, every nerve in my body responding to his movements.

Theon groaned, a deep, rumbling sound of pleasure that set me off again. He took over holding my legs, picking up his pace. He was thicker and stronger everywhere, with shadows rising off his skin like steam. A totally different Shade to the one who’d interrupted the festival a couple of hours ago.

My head spun like I’d been drinking, a warm, heavy, lethargic feeling spreading through my limbs.

“You have four horns now,” I slurred, staring dreamily up at him.

Theon paused, staring down at me before muttering to himself, “I’m taking too much.”

With impressive ease, he gathered me in his arms and guided us back, draping me over his body with him lying on his back, his cock still buried somewhere around my spleen, no knot binding us together.

“Shh, rest.” His voice was oddly soothing, a clawed hand stroking the back of my neck. He reached for a glass bottle on the nightstand, easily popping off the lid with one hand and holding it to my mouth to drink. The water was cold and soothing, and more of it spilled down his chest than went down my throat, but it immediately helped.

“Close your eyes, my captive. Rest a moment.”

Gosh, that was sweet. Had I gotten him all wrong? I hadn’t been expecting a soothing, gentle, romantic Shade to be hiding underneath that prickly exterior.

“Because you won’t be any use to me if you’re dead,” he added affectionately, patting me on the butt as I drifted into sleep.

Chapter 5

Ihadn’t even come yet, and I already felt better than I’d felt in years. Healthier. More alive.

This little Hunter was the key to everything. I refused to believe that Allerick could possibly be stronger than me when I had her energy coursing through my veins.

Then again, I’d made the mistake of assuming Allerick couldn’t possibly be stronger than me before, and lost my position as heir because of it. I wasn’t going to make the mistake of overconfidence again.

Verity made an odd snuffling noise in her sleep against my chest, her mouth slightly parted and body covering me like a blanket. Unfortunately, I’d perhaps been a little too greedy with her in my need to prevent my imminent death. My cock had softened slightly inside her, but not entirely. The moment she had enough strength to continue, I would see that she had my cum.

It felt imperative to me, somehow, that she receive it. Perhaps I would spill on her skin, since she didn’t want me to knot her. Rub it into her flesh so she walked around smelling like me.

Yes, I was fond of that idea. That in itself was slightly alarming. It wasn’t something that had ever held any appeal to me before. This small, loud creature had affected me more than should have been possible.

It was just the sudden power coursing through my veins making me feel overly sentimental.

After an hour or so of me musing about what this new development meant for my plans, Verity roused, blinking up at me in confusion.

“More water,” I ordered, holding out the bottle for her.

She took it and sat up, drinking without question. How pleasantly obedient she was.

I took the bottle once it was empty, setting it back on the nightstand.

“I’m not done with you, little captive.” I maneuvered Verity onto her back, my cock already rising to the occasion. “I didn’t finish. But I’m not going to feed anymore.”

“You can turn it off?”

“I believe so.” I’d stopped when I realized she was starting to get woozy. It was instinctive to stop, my body hadn’t allowed me to take more. “Are you sore?”

“Nope.” Verity’s thighs fell open, revealing that pretty cunt I wanted to taste again. She was very enthusiastic. Had I gotten particularly lucky in my choice of Hunter?

The scent of her desire was far more potent than the smell of human fear had ever been. Of course, this was what Shades should be feeding on. It seemed only natural that we did.

I shuffled back on the bed, licking her clit roughly until her slick was flowing again, needing just one more feel of her pussy gripping my cock before I would finish on her breasts.

She came with a cry on my tongue, and as much as I wanted to drink down every last drop of her slick, I needed to keep her pussy nice and soaked for me.

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