Page 39 of Spectacle

“There is no way I’m going to get through everyone tonight. I’m not even sure if I can change to Aaz’axian form. Do you think it would work if I filled a container with my blood and everyone went around and put a drop on the statues’ foreheads?”

Xavier looks thoughtful. “Your blood has power, but I’m not sure if that’s the only thing that does it, or if there is some innate magic that activates when you do it, but it won’t hurt to test the theory. It would certainly help get through this quicker if that’s the case.”

“Okay, here’s the plan then. I’ll refuel, then I’ll fill a small beaker with my blood when I’m back in basilisk form, and we can give it a try. If it doesn’t work, I’m only going to continue until I run out again. The rest can wait. They’ve been here this long, so a day or two won’t hurt. Tomorrow, we can round up the bad guys and Silac can free his fiancée.”

The three men agree, and I notice Xavier and Saxon grimace at my comment. I cross my arms in annoyance. “What, do you think I was too harsh on him?” They are quick to shake their heads.

“No, I think what you said was perfect. Hopefully he will pull his head out of his ass, but he’s also the kind of guy who just may go through with it so she’s not left in an awkward position, and despite what he said to his father, he seeks his approval. It’s why he agreed to the arranged marriage in the first place. He wanted to make his daddy happy,” Saxon warns me.

I groan and throw up my hands. “I just can’t right now. That’s what I told him and what I’m telling you both. Tomorrow will be what it will be.”

Saxon places a kiss on my cheek. “Remember we all love you. Brannock, make sure you show her how much.”

Brannock is in is human glamour, and he blushes slightly but doesn’t argue as he tugs my hand and tows me toward the office. When he closes the door behind us, he pushes me up against the wall and kisses me. It’s slow and sensual, and I shiver in his arms. Holy crap, this man is a good kisser. It’s also kind of strange kissing him in this glamour. I’d grown used to the real him.

“Do you think you can just change your lower half to your Aaz’axian form? Would that take less mimic power than the whole lot?” he murmurs when he pulls back from my lips. When I can see the love and concern in his eyes, I pretty much melt. I wonder if we can knock out four mutual orgasms right now? What is an Aaz’axian’s recovery period like?

My eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, that would be a good idea. I can try.” I concentrate on my Aaz’axian form, but only around my pelvis, and what do you fucking know? It works… or I think it does. I guess I’ll find out if he rips me to shreds.

I start to strip off his clothes, impatient to feel his naked skin under my palms. “As much as I want to take my time, we are running short on it. I promise I will make it all up to you in the future many times. Right now, I need fast and furious. I don’t want to be here all night,” I mutter against his lips as he strips my outfit off. Despite being made of dragon scales, they are flexible and easy to remove, and we’re soon both completely naked.

“I will hold you to that,” he grumbles, taking one of my nipples into his mouth as he wraps his large hands around my thighs and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind down against his cock, the barbs still lying flat, but my cunt drips the lubrication it needs to take his cock deep inside me, exactly like it’s designed to do.

“Want to taste you,” he growls and starts to drop me, but I shake my head.

“No time. Next time,” I promise him and slam my mouth against his again as I coat his cock in the wetness dripping out of me. He slides a finger into my channel, stretching me slightly. He pulls away and pops it into his mouth, tasting me like he wanted. I smirk as his eyes roll back.

“Fuck, you’re delicious. I can’t wait to take my time and drink you down,” he rumbles before taking my nipple into his mouth again, sucking harder.

“I can’t wait either. Maybe I can suck your cock at the same time, and that will be another mutual orgasm to get us that much closer to being mated in the Skarrian way,” I tell him shyly. “If that’s what you want.” Sure his cock is likely to rip my mouth to shreds but I have stellar healing abilities and it’s not like blood freaks me out. I’ll give anything a try once.

He pulls his mouth away from my nipple and looks me dead in the eye. “I would like nothing more. If we had more time, I wouldn’t let you walk out that door until I was yours and you were mine, but I have waited this long, so I can wait a little longer.”

He tips his head to the side. “Drink, Lila, while I slide my cock into your pussy. I want to feel your fangs in my neck.”

“My venom will make you come,” I warn him, and he nods.

“I can’t wait to fill you with my seed. My own toxins will set off your orgasm, but let’s get you close first.” He holds me away from him slightly, and I notch his cock at my entrance. He slowly lowers me down, and we both groan simultaneously at the feel of him entering me. He’s thick, hot, and hard, and it feels fucking amazing. My pussy pulses as he retreats before pushing in again, this time going a little deeper. He’s not quite there, but I am already rippling. The backward slide has his closed barbs brushing against my inner walls in a way that creates a delicious kind of friction unlike anything my other men can do. It’s equal parts discomfort and pleasure.

He works up a bit of speed once he’s fully seated, and I drip with need, panting with the anticipation of what’s about to happen. Although it’s unlike any other orgasm, it’s still a little intimidating knowing exactly what is going to happen.

His hands grip my thighs hard, and he rolls his hips with a delicious motion, sliding in and out of me in a rhythm that is exactly what I need. I feel his finger brush against my asshole, and I imagine one of my other guys fucking me at the same time as Brannock, and my cunt clenches. Sweat beads on our flesh, the scent of desire thick in the room.

Brannock groans and presses his forehead to mine. “Look at me, Lila,” he demands, and I force my eyes open. “Are you ready?” he asks me, and I shake my head.

“Dude, just do it. I don’t want a warning.” My body stiffens because I know what’s about to happen.

“That’s my good girl, so fucking perfect, taking my cock that’s made just for you,” he praises, and I feel my body start to relax again.

“Such a pretty perfect pussy. Watch my cock slide in and out of it, Lila. You were made for me.” He forces my head down so I can watch us. His cock glistens with slick, rippling with every thrust, distracting me from what’s about to happen.

He tips his neck and pleads, “Bite me, Lila.” This time I do, sinking my fangs into the pulsing vein just beneath his flesh that calls to me like no other. His blood floods my mouth, salty and sweet and spicy. That flavor surprises me every time—sriracha peanut butter cookies.

“God,” he groans, his hands tightening on my thighs as his thrusts get harder and faster. “Going to fill you with my seed.”

I can’t help but freeze as his barbs activate, that fiery feeling ripping through my body. I tear my mouth away from his neck and scream, forgetting to close the holes, so his blood keeps flowing, trickling over our bodies. My instinct is to fight him, even though I know the pleasure is coming, but he wraps his arms around me to hold me in place as his barbs rip through the walls of my pussy like they are designed to do. The pain quickly morphs to liquid ecstasy, and I sag against him as I ride the waves of pleasure as they pulse through my body.

“Fuck yes!” I scream, leaning my head back against the wall and closing my eyes, rolling my hips so I can wring every exquisite moment out of this. His movement falters, and I feel his cum flood my walls, seeping into them and prolonging the intense pleasure. My body pulses with energy, and I feel amazing as I lap at the stream of blood on his chest. One of his hands strokes my hair as he whispers dirty words of praise and thanks to me. I love a filthy mouth, and Brannock gets an A for effort.

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