Page 11 of Catastrophe

“If you don’t know the answer to that, then I feel sorry for those other women.” I huffed and looked away from him.

I might be human again, but the catty feline was still very much a part of me. The silent treatment was part of my DNA.

He sat up and hugged me. My crossed arms were the only barrier from being plastered across his chest. “You’re only upsetting yourself by dwelling on it. I’m here with you, now and forevermore. You are my soul mate. And were you not, I’d still find you to be the most enchanting familiar I’ve ever met.”

I sagged a little as his buttery words softened me up. I replied poutily, “You’ve never met another familiar.”

His fangs brushed the edge of my ear, and I shivered as he whispered, “Unless you want me to put that mouth to better use, I suggest you stop pouting.”

A flash of heat rushed through me, and I almost moaned at the images his words provoked.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” I told him in a breathy whisper. “Maybe I want you to fuck my mouth so you forget all the others.”

His sharp inhale was all the warning I had before his lips ravished mine until I was gasping, quivering, and rocking against his cock, desperately seeking the relief my body craved.

Baelen pulled away, and I was confused for a moment until he spoke in a fevered whisper. “No one has ever done that for me. Fangs don’t allow for pleasurable oral.”

I blinked away the fog of desire clouding my memories. “But you … for me.”

“For males.”

I nodded slowly and then a smile creeped over my face and I wiggled with excitement. I am going to be a first for him. Me. This experience will always be mine in his mind.

Running my hands through the hair on his chiseled chest and pressing wet kisses to his stomach, I crawled my way down his body. His manhood stood proudly, the veins throbbing and his tip red and beaded with pre-cum. I salivated with the need to taste him and gently licked the bead away.

He groaned, his eyes narrowed to slits as he stared down at me, desire clear in his darkened cheeks. His body tensed as the taste of sweet iron mixed with my own arousal overwhelmed my senses. I followed the vein from his balls, which were high and tight against his body, to his tip. His breathing hitch.

I swallowed him as deep as I could, until he hit the back of my throat, which clenched automatically and tears pricked my eyes. And despite being uncomfortable, I loved the feel of him in my mouth. I loved giving this experience to him. I loved every gasp and jolt he made, as though he couldn’t help himself because the pleasure was too much.

I sucked on the tip, and he made a pained moan, his eyes closed and his fists clenched at his side. The power I felt was heady, and I smiled around him as I cupped his balls and massaged them.

“Clawdia,” he groaned. “Sunlight, I’m going to …”

“Do it,” I told him in a low voice. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

And just as I pulled him back into my mouth, he jolted, and the taste of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but as I pulled away, a mix of saliva and cum dripped from my lips. I licked and wiped it away as I stared at him expectantly.

Baelen didn’t move. He was so still that if I couldn’t see his chest rise and fall, I would have thought he’d died. I shifted on my knees as I watched and waited for his reaction.

“Are … Are you all right?” I asked in a whisper.

His breath caught in his throat. “Sunlight …” My gut clenched. Did I do it wrong? “You have ruined me.”

“Ruined you?” I wasn’t what I expected him to say, and his lack of movement or physical affection after such an intimate moment made me uncomfortable, unnerved. It was wrong to compare, but Zaide and Charlie were both very touchy after they climaxed.

Perhaps it is an akari thing?

With my mouth twisted down and my arms wrapped around myself, I tried to stop the coldness from seeping into my skin. Finally, he sat up and saw my hesitancy. He pulled me into his chest and pressed kisses into my hair and on my forehead.

“That was … otherworldly. I had to take a moment to marvel at my blessings when the Fates gave us to each other.”

I relaxed at his words but muttered a disgruntled, “Next time, could you marvel with me in your arms? I don’t enjoy feeling … alone.”

He laughed and squeezed me. “Of course. Forgive me. My previous partners didn’t cuddle.”

“I thought we’d forgotten about them,” I retorted. When he only chuckled and didn’t immediately reply, I nudged him and asked, “Why didn’t they cuddle?”

He coughed and hesitated before eventually admitting, “They were … tied up.”

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