Page 58 of Possessed By the Leonid King

But I never want you to leave. Have I just shot myself in the paw?

Chapter Twenty-Two

Layla stroked Rupex steadily up and down as they kissed on the Command Deck, their stumbling steps made more unbalanced by his hulking frame over her small one and his growing arousal.

“You think I don’t realize what you did, don’t you?” Layla panted between kisses, climbing him.

He carried her hurriedly, moaning as she bit down on the tight wedge of muscle where his shoulder met his chest. “What did I do?”

“A career. An education. You just offered me everything I could never get for myself—and you told me it would open all kinds of doors. Did you think I wouldn’t get it?”

He froze, holding her still against him as he paused in the corridor between the Command Deck’s entrance and the elevator that would take them to his quarters. “You’re brilliant, pricey education or not, Layla.”

His wide chest was still under hers. He’s holding his breath, Layla realized.

“You’re setting me free.”

Still unmoving, his words were almost inaudible. “That’s what you do when you love someone.”

“I don’t want to go. Everything you pour into me, I’ll pour back out for you. Don’t you get that? When you love, you don’t leave, either. When you love, you give everything you’ve got. I never had much to give, that’s all.”

His breathing restarted with a deep chuckle that melted all of her into a pool of molten honey. “Oh, never say that. You’ve had plenty to give from the second I saw you. I never thought I’d be the lucky one to share it.”

With a whirl, they were spinning into the opening doors of the elevator. Ru slammed a key with his paw and then went back to mauling her with his sheathed claws, nuzzling her, marking her by rubbing his jaw all across her skin.

It was heaven, being claimed by this beautiful golden beast.

“No one else is on the ship? Marcus is safely camping out?” Layla demanded between frenzied kisses.

“Mhm.”

“Good.” Her hands attacked his collar. “I need this off of you. Now. It’s not fair that you’re wearing so many more clothes than me!”

“I’ll take you shopping. We can order things in a few more weeks. In the meantime, I would gladly keep you naked.” Rupex tugged her red wrap off and left her in panties. His nostrils twitched and his tail followed suit. “Mm. More wine for me?”

“You make me feel dangerous when you talk like that.” Layla rubbed her arms as goosebumps sprang up. Her nipples were hard, hungry pebbles and her monthly blood was mixing with slick arousal. The glint in Ru’s eyes clearly stated that he’d like to devour her—and she wanted to be his after dinner drink.

HUMAN MEN WOULD AVOID her during this time, Layla thought as Ru pushed her onto the bed, bottom up, belly down. His paws gently raked her panties and absorbent pad off. A thrill of naughtiness and taboo made her thighs jump as his nose pressed against the curve of her ass. “Want me to—” The rest of her offer was swallowed by a harsh, hungry swipe of her lover’s tongue.

“Clean up? Don’t you dare.” Rupex buried his head between her cheeks, pushing her up so his long, textured tongue nicked her curls and then flattened out on her clit and up between her folds.

Her eyes rolled back. Too much stimulation, too fast, but she didn’t want to stop him. She wanted to have the high, hard wave of orgasm, and then get back to their night of romance, the soft lights, warm temps, and languid music.

There was nothing languid about the way Ru was devouring her, though. He slurped and smacked, eating her pussy while growling and purring in turns. She could feel the vibrations in her body as he feasted on her.

“Come for me, sweet Queen, and then I can take my time with you,” Rupex rumbled against her thigh.

She didn’t need to be told twice. In seconds, she felt his tongue invading her tunnel and fucking her while his sharp teeth pressed her clit and plump outer lips.

“Fuck,” she hissed a single harsh cry as her hands gave out and she came on his mouth, sending another gush of his desired wine splashing across his tongue.

Holy shit. Layla shook her head and tried to swim up from the orgasmic fog that Rupex had sent her into. “All right, mister. Your turn.”

EVEN THOUGH LAYLA INTENDED to turn around and gobble as much of the Leonid’s cock as she could, Rupex slowed the pace, holding her close and nuzzling her, his tongue cleaning any traces of blood from his face.

Layla wondered if she should feel repulsed by the idea of kissing a creature who wanted to taste her blood—who was turned on by it.

As he purred against her, gently rubbing his thick, wide pads over her skin and making it sing, she decided, no. It didn’t repulse her or disgust her. So many human males and probably other types of men were grossed out by a necessary and basic bodily function, treating her as unclean and inconvenient. Some men had made it clear that it was an occasion to sulk and go without sex.

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