Page 44 of The Syphon King

She aimed a sweet smile up at him, her hands behind her back against the door frame. “You cooking for me?”

He lowered his gaze and parted his lips, tasting. “You want me to?”

“Welllll,” she considered, joy coloring the half-sung word. “Do you want to?”

“More than anything.”

A ripple of something hit him and he was willing to bet it was what he intended to pull out of her. He would come to know it as intimately as he knew her, this he was certain of.

“Then I’ll take bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, biscuits. And fruit.”

Another disturbance hit him and this time it got his cock hard. “Maybe you will peel potatoes for me?”

And another wave. It came with her happy laugh and nod. “You need me?”

The fire burned hotter, and it seemed to draw the walls closer. “More than air,” he dared, even aimed his lenses at her. “Move Zeen,” he said, not meaning for the words to sound like a warning. But they surely were. “I need to get by.”

It was anything but innocence in her gaze now leveled on him. “Are you scared of me?”

She was playing with her new toy, he saw. And he liked it more than was safe.

“Very.”

A double flux hit him, one with his answer, another with her smile. It was like a heartbeat through his body that ended in his cock. “You should be,” she said, pushing off the door and making her way into the living room.

The sweet threat created a pull in his body that insisted he keep her in proximity. He resisted, feeling the powerful instinct strain his muscles and pull a growl from his chest as Zeen played with Jinxxy.

He remembered his masturbation idea. That still required testing. If anything, he’d get a sexual release. Or maybe he was toying with pandora’s box. There was something very foolish about it but how tocare one way or another he could not find within himself.

He headed to the kitchen, preparing to face his beautiful foe. He should purge before daring this. At the same time, he needed to control and gain dominance over the darkness he siphoned.

“Are you kissing me? Are you giving me big wet kisses?” Zeen asked Jinxxy, provoking his growing obsessions with her. He remembered his sharp teeth, wondering how she felt about them.

“Are you hungry?” she huffed gruffly to his pup. “Are you hungry like me? Do you want my beautiful King to serve you too?” she gasped, bringing a hunger pang in him. “I’ll see what I can make him do. He’s my King but I’m the one in charge,” she whispered, not the least quiet about it.

“Should your beautiful King ask Jinxxy to peel potatoes?” he called, getting breakfast ingredients from the fridge.

Her laugh rattled the darkness inside him. He was torn between making it suffer her joy and being rid of it so he could bask without interference.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” she said, entering the kitchen, her ebony dress swooshing in her exuberance.

“Tell me,” he urged, preheating the oven and setting two pans on the stove.

“I’ll help you peel potatoes, and you take off those lenses.”

“You’re a spoiled tyrant, Zeen,” he accused, smiling at her dramatic laugh as she took the peeler he handed her.

He removed his lenses and placed them on the counter then set the bag of potatoes next to them. “You must choose. My lenses or the best hashbrowns in the northern swamps.”

She eyed him, her perfect mouth an oval as she picked up the bag of potatoes and tossed it over her shoulder then giggled at the big chuckle this got her.

“Zeen,” he warned.

She took his lenses next and put them in the top of her dress. “And you can’t have them back,” she said. “Unless you want to fish them out.”

“That sounded like a dare.”

She covered her chest with both hands, eyes going wide. “It’s not,” she lied with a huge smile.

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