Page 11 of The Lich's Leverage

He sounded sincere. He didn’t seem to be making fun of me.

“Really? It wasn’t cringey?”

“I don’t know what that word means. But it was sensual and you were beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. When your boldness peeks out it is a wonder.”

“I’m not sure that is true. You had to eat my anxiety because I’m such a wreck.”

“None of us get out of life unscathed. We all carry the scars of existing in one way or another. But I can ease yours.”

“Anxiety can’t be tasty though. Surely? Is it bitter? It feels like it would be bitter.”

He laughed.

“It’s like a fizzy drink. You have the drink itself but it also feels like tiny bees in your mouth. Vibrating and stinging. It’s not unpleasant. And anxiety is made up of excessive caring and thinking. Those aren’t bad components to an energy diet. And it is my job to protect you now. Even if that is from yourself.”

I laughed at the image of him with tiny bees in his mouth, and he tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“Sorry. That just conjured up an interesting image.”

“I’m glad I please you. I’d like to do it more.”

He stood and stepped closer to me. My breath quickened and my body began to tingle. He kneeled down in front of me. Like he had done in the dream. My gods, something about him kneeling in front of me sent me wild. This was a powerful undead creature. He’d done wild magic to preserve his soul. He could kill with a touch. But here he was on his knees in front of me. A shiver ran up my spine.

He pushed my dress up my body and pulled down my panties.

“Look at that. So wet for me, love.”

He leaned forward and flicked his forked tongue across my clit. My breath came out in a shudder. He grinned a wicked grin before burying his face in my pussy. He sucked my clit and licked it, slowly at first, then gradually getting harder and faster. I moaned incoherently as he pulled me closer and closer to orgasm. His tongue was amazing and alternated between lapping at my clit and moving around it in circles. Just as my moans turned more high pitched as I got closer to orgasm, he eased back the pressure and speed, letting me fall back away from the edge.

I grumbled, and he laughed against me. He moved down and flicked his tongue deep inside me. It wasn’t wide but it was long and flexible. He pressed up against my G-spot and began tongue fucking me. Again, starting slow and building up the rhythm and pressure. Another orgasm began to build, this time in my G-spot. And once again as my moans became frantic and I thought I was going to explode, he eased off.

I opened my eyes and glared at him while whimpering. My body was tight with need like I was a tightly wound coil.

“Your energy is beautiful when you are desperate, love.”

“Please, Vedrac.”

I’d never begged before. I’d never felt so desperate and on the edge of losing myself before. This was the most wonderful torture. Vedrac grabbed my thighs and moved back to my clit. He pressed and sucked hard this time. I cried out as he pressed a finger inside me, and then another one. He worked my clit and my G-spot at the same time, and I quickly shattered in a loud shuddering cry.

After the waves of pleasure slowed and eased, Vedrac withdrew and stayed kneeling in front of me. My eyes fluttered open and I grinned at him.

“Do I owe you something in return?”

“You never owe me anything.”

I leaned forward and placed a sloppy kiss on his mouth. I could taste myself on him and it made me feel hot again. When we parted, I looked at him for a long moment.

“What now, Vedrac?”

“What do you mean, love?”

“Where do we go from here? We can’t just have a relationship of encounters in the therapy room.”

“I don’t know. I’ve been imprisoned for a long time.”

The reminder was like a bucket of cold water over me. He was a murderer. And my mate. But he was a murderer. I didn’t even know how many people he had killed. Or why.

“Reality clawed its way back in, love?”

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