Page 35 of Avaritia

Teeth dragged down my back, the shadows pinning me in place so that he could explore to his heart’s content. He nipped at my ass just enough to sting before shoving my thighs wider, throwing me off-balance so I was mostly lying on the table.

I stiffened as sharp claws caught my pussy lips, dragging them apart. Theon’s thumbs scraped gently over my sensitive flesh, not enough to slice me open, but definitely enough to add an edge of fear to my arousal.

“You like this,” he murmured approvingly. “Your scent gives you away, even if I couldn’t see how slick you are for me. And with such fragile skin.” He pressed the tip of one claw in a little, not enough to break the skin, and I sucked in a breath. “Most Shade females wouldn’t even allow this.”

“Not super in the mood to hear about them right now,” I snapped, though my ire was quickly forgotten when he returned his claws to the slightly safer perch of my labia and replaced them with his tongue running through my folds.

He didn’t bother with soft words or reassurances—I doubted he knew how. Theon had probably never comforted anyone in his life.

He was playing my body like an instrument, though, so I couldn’t really find it in myself to be mad. The binds around me tightened every time I tried to squirm, and I loved how contained I felt. Perhaps it was wrong that it made me feel safe, but that was the effect it had.

“Let me taste one,” I begged, attempting to fuck myself back on his rough tongue.

“Taste what?” he asked, voice muffled by my pussy.

“A tentacle.” Wasn’t that obvious?

I found myself on my back, landing with a gentle oof as Theon’s tentacles rolled me, boosting me fully onto the table. The binds around my ankles shoved my legs up, my toes at the very edge of the surface, entirely exposed to the monster rising slowly from the floor where he’d been kneeling, glowing pink eyes trained intently on me.

“Open.”

My mouth opened instantly. Another tentacle appeared, unfurling from Theon’s hip and snaking its way toward me.

“Thicker,” I rasped, watching it in a trance.

“You’ll take what I give you.”

Or that. That sounded good, too.

The first brush of his shadows against my tongue was cool, the texture an odd mixture of light and solid. It felt like it should dissolve like cotton candy, but it seemed to go the other way, growing thicker instead. It didn’t really taste like anything, which wasn’t a bad thing. It made it easier to focus on the sensation of it slowly crawling over my tongue toward the back of my throat.

Theon climbed over my body, resting one finger over my open palm as he braced himself on the desk. “Squeeze three times if you want me to stop,” he reminded me.

So polite.

“Squeeze once if you want more.”

I immediately squeezed once, and my heart did a tiny little flutter at the delay, as he waited to see if any more would come. He may act like a raging psychopath, but there was a kind soul underneath all that bluster and treason; I was sure of it.

Shadows poured down my throat, and my eyes watered slightly at the sudden fullness, but fuck. It was even better than I’d imagined. Theon lowered his body, grinding his cock against my aching clit, and I let out a needy whine, begging him without words to fuck me. I wanted to feel him everywhere. I wanted to be surrounded and filled and owned by him, all at once.

Without any preamble, he thrust the full length of his cock into me, only the tight grip he had on my limbs stopping me from flying up the table. I let out a garbled yell around a throatful of shadows, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” Theon growled in my ear, fucking me at an almost punishing rate. “Like I’m losing my mind.”

I doubted he would have wanted an answer anyway, not that I was in any state to give him one. I gagged slightly on the increasingly thick tentacle, and he immediately eased off, the massaging, undulating movements almost relaxing compared to the brutal thrusts of his cock.

The contrast between rough and gentle was intoxicating, and I came almost instantly, clenching around his cock in an orgasm that rolled immediately into another. Slick pooled on the table beneath me, dripping off the edge onto the stone floor in a series of quiet plinks. The smell of sex replaced the musty scent of the closed-up library. I’d never be able to think about books again without remembering how it felt to be stuffed full of Theon’s cock and shadows.

He muttered a string of curses under his breath, his movements growing more labored as he pushed his burgeoning knot in, grunting in exertion to get it fully into place as his own orgasm ripped through him. I let out a muffled groan as his knot expanded, lodging itself firmly inside me, rubbing my oversensitized inner walls in a way that straddled the line between ‘too much’ and ‘just right.’

I’d never felt so thoroughly consumed by someone in my life, and it was equal parts liberating and terrifying. More frightening than the bite mark on my neck and the mate bond in my chest, was the way Theon made me feel.

Like no form of indulgence was out of reach.

Like my pleasure was his to command.

Like in all the limited ways I sought out happiness for myself in this life, he’d be able to provide it.

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