Page 12 of In Prey We Trust

I lean in, placing the blindfold over her eyes and securing it carefully before I kiss her much more gently than my body wants me to. The surety in her voice hit me in places other than my cock, and she definitely deserves a reward now. “Good girl.”

“Why is that so damn hot yet it makes me feel so bad for liking it?” she mutters against my mouth.

“Because you’re becoming a badass, but you still want to be taken care of—and everyone has told you those have to be mutually exclusive.” My hands wander to her nipples, twisting them lightly, loving the gasp that escapes against my mouth. “But they aren’t, and it takes a powerful person to let go of their control.”

It’s quiet for a moment, then she whispers, “Ohhhhh. I get it.”

Then a look of pure wickedness takes over the bottom half of her features and I’m a wee bit glad I’m the one with her tied up at the moment. “I don’t know who that’s for, baby girl, but I hope I’m there to see it.”

Done with words, I lift myself up and tug off my shirt. I move off of the bed, standing at the foot of as I watch her adjust to the cool air and darkness under the blindfold. Her skin flushes from her face down her neck and continues to spread as I shuck my pants eagerly. Chessie’s not wrong about the angel moniker, though her personality is swinging towards devilish in contrast.

Luckily, I’m an asshole who delights in extremes.

“Are you okay, D?”

Her teeth sink into her plump lower lip for a second and she nods, letting out a slow breath. “It’s very different. Like my nerves are tingling everywhere and my bunny senses are trying to make up for not being able to see.”

“Exactly,” I reply. “Depriving you of a sense or senses makes everything else more intense, especially because you’re not able to move.”

“If my bunny didn’t trust you, my heart would probably explode. It’s beating pretty fast as it is.”

Her admission is adorable, and my fangs drop hungrily. I shake my head, trying to push the big guy off, but he refuses to budge. I know she’s not ready for mating, but he’s a stubborn fucker about her. “Word on the street is that you let the Dark Kite hunt you sometimes, D. Your bunny has her own kinks, methinks.”

That gets a giggle out of her and I watch her gorgeous tits shake as I work to calm my beast and my leaking cock.

Mine, my tiger growls inside of me and I shoo him.

Not yet, buddy.

My hands grasp her feet, massaging them slowly until she lets out a strangled sound of approval. I can feel calluses on her toes from dancing and her work with my ex-rival in the gym. She has to be aching here, too, so I continue digging my thumb into the arch of her foot, reading every twitch that makes her turn to jelly. Wringing each toe firmly, I lean in to plant soft kisses on her ankles while I work. It’s obvious when the last bit of tension ebbs from her form, so I move upward to her muscled calves.

Sitting between her legs, I work my way past her knees to her thighs, loving the moans of pleasure spilling from her lips. The sounds are so husky and loud that I have to pause several times to get control of my response. I’m going to shoot my goddamn load on her comforter if I’m not careful, and Fitz Khan never does that. Dolly’s hips writhe when I knead her thighs and the scent of her drenched pussy almost does me in.

“Fitzy… pleeeeeease,” she whines as her back arches and her hips rock a little. “I need you.”

My hips jerk and I rub my cock on the bed to get some much needed friction. Baby Girl isn’t as experienced as me, but she’s got a stranglehold on my cock even when she’s not touching it. I give her mound a light tap, making her gasp and buck. “Shhh. Enjoy the sensations.”

Her voice is ragged as she whispers, “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

Indeed, baby girl. Just you wait.

Once she settles, I spread her legs more, delighted when I’m able to push her thighs much farther apart than usual. Score one for flexible dancers. Starting at her knees, I pepper kisses and nips from her knee to her inner thigh, leaving a dark bite mark just shy of her heat before I move to the other leg. The trembling has started again, and it makes my tiger rumble happily inside. He likes my teeth marks on her, especially here, and I dig my fingers into her hips to lift them.

“You smell like a feast and I’m going to devour,” I growl at her. “Don’t you dare break those bindings or I’ll stop.”

Looking up from her flushed body to her face, I grin before I lower my mouth to her soaked pussy. My tongue slips over her folds, tracing the shape of her slowly. The teasing makes her whimper, but I continue lapping everywhere but where she wants me as I soak in the needy sounds she’s making. When I finally suck her clit between my lips, her howl is ear-splitting and her entire body locks up with the orgasm crashing over her. I wait until the shivers lessen, then lift my face to look at her chest with a satisfied smirk.

“Holy Bridget in the bathwater,” she breathes softly. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Worshiping you, baby girl.” I slip two fingers inside of her, curling the tips to rub against the swollen spot inside of her gently until she pants again. “And I plan on doing it until the sun comes up, so pace yourself.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” she groans as she rides my hand eagerly.

I chuckle as I slip another finger in, coating it in her juices before I tap the back entrance gently. Her body tenses under me, but she finally relaxes as I suckle on her clit. My pinky works its way into the tight hole, testing her reaction, but she only gasps my name and pushes into my tongue.

Our girl is fucking perfect.

It doesn’t take long before Dolly is riding my fingers and face like a pro, her wetness coating my face as she gets closer to another climax. Lifting for one moment, I lick a line from my hand to her sensitive nerves, then blow cool air over her hot sex. “Give me one more, baby girl, then I’ll fuck you into the mattress.”

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