Page 34 of Possessed By the Leonid King

Another pause. “Sweetie. You call me sweetie when I fuck you like this?”

Uh-oh. Was that bad? Am I in for a rougher time now?

Why is that okay with me? “You can be rough with me... you’re still sweet. And it feels good. But can you please just—”

Before she could finish, his paw was over her pussy, slipping through the juice and dripping cum of their combined essences. He rubbed her hard bead and its hidden shaft of soft, springy tissue with as much fervor as he’d fucked her.

When she wailed her orgasm, the ocean muffled it and the wind swept it away. Rupex roared in response, long and loud, as her pussy gripped his spikes and forced another load of hot, creamy cum from his aching shaft.

“You turn me into so many things, Layla. Beast comes to mind.”

Layla answered, still high from pleasure, “I’m going to love island living.”

Chapter Fourteen

“Again?” Rupex woke up to find a naked Layla with pouting, swollen nether lips, flushed pink breasts, and sex-mussed hair standing over him.

“Again.”

“I thought you were hungry.”

“I was hungry, but not just for food.”

Just like a Queen in heat. He wasn’t complaining. “Any sign of Marcus?”

Layla sighed and slipped one of his sister’s old green shirts over her head. It came to just a few inches above her knees and hung baggily around her body. “No. I guess we should go check on him and hear any updates?”

“That sounds reasonable.” Rupex eased off of his childhood bed (that still held his frame with room to spare. It had even survived Layla’s middle-of-the-night cravings, where she braced herself against his thighs and slid her pussy down around his aching cock, bouncing herself on him as deep as she could go, lost in her own sensations like someone scratching a long-unreachable itch. “Where’s my uniform?”

Layla looked around vaguely. “Don’t you have any casual clothes on this island?”

He did, clothes that would still fit from his teenage years, clothes still packed away. “I haven’t worn these things in two decades.”

“What about when you came back to the island? You said you used to visit it.”

“I did, but I preferred my uniforms, I suppose. My mother was proud that I was captain of my own vessel, and I suppose I liked the adoration.” He gave her a bitter smile. “Leonids are a proud people. There are slightly more females than males in our society—well, there used to be. Some families used to adhere to the old archaic pride structure, with one male King and several Queens as his wives. That ended years ago in any civilized part of the galaxy, but the idea of prides still continued. Usually, a married Leonid was considered a King. To be a King because you had risen to a position of power or authority was a big deal. It meant you had other males and females at your command—Knights and Queens.” He coughed into his paw. “It also made you more desirable as a mate.”

Layla’s face closed over. A moment ago, it had been bright and eager. She had been untangling her hair, finger-combing it while she listened to him explain about his culture, a world she knew little about (or had known little about before last week). Now, she looked cold and distant.

“What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to upset you, Layla. I must have sounded like a pompous fool, caring about such things.”

“No. It’s cool to reach goals and you’re a great captain. A good King.” Layla huffed and shook her head. “I’m the one who feels like a fool.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Why?”

She didn’t answer, shaking her head and leaving his room. “I think your uniform might still be on the floor in my room—I mean, Alana’s room. You’ve been torturing me for twenty-four hours, walking around naked,” Layla muttered as she shuffled away.

Rupex caught up to her easily. “Do I need to put it in writing that you will tell me what you are thinking? I don’t wish to upset my Queen—that is, my partner. You.”

Layla looked over her shoulder, mouth open. “You could never think of me as a real Queen. I’d always be a substitute, wouldn’t I?”

He hesitated. He didn’t know.

That was enough. “Thought so. You wanted a real Queen and there isn’t one. You picked me to do a job, and I get that.”

“You must ‘get something’ that I don’t! You’re angry.”

“I’m jealous! You were talking about being desirable to Queens and getting a mate, and we’ve been fucking each other’s brains out...” She found his black suit halfway under the bed and tossed it to him angrily. “It’s dumb. I forgot that it was only business.”

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