Page 17 of Stalking His Assassin

He goes back to licking circles around my clit, and I sigh in relief. He gives my uninjured thigh a little slap, reminding me to talk.

"S-stab wound," I stutter.

He rewards my words by sucking my clit between his lips, lashing it with his tongue. "Oh God… German soldier…" I gasp, trying to earn my pleasure. "K-killed him with…" I moan when he runs his teeth over my sensitive nub. "…h-his knife."

"Good," he growls. The vibration on my clit causes me to shudder.

Christos slides a thick finger inside me at the same time as he sucks again, and I detonate. The orgasm explodes through me like a million fireworks filling the night sky. His finger pumps into me while he laves my clit with his tongue, drawing out my pleasure until I swear I might die if he keeps going, or maybe I'll die if he stops.

He slows his ministrations as my orgasm fades, soothing me down from the intensity. He presses a kiss right above my pussy, then lays beside me. My breathing is still erratic while my body buzzes from such an intense release. Christos pulls me against his body, arranging me so our legs are tangled together, and my head is resting over his heart. I swear it's beating as fast as my own.

I run my palm down his muscular chest, loving the feel of his warm skin. When I get to the band of his underwear, he grabs my wrist stopping me. I pull against his hold, wanting to make him feel good too.

"Naughty girl. I didn't give you permission to touch my cock."

"I want to give you pleasure too."

He moves our hands to rest on his chest. He doesn't release his hold. Probably not trusting me to behave, which is fair because I tend to take what I want when I want it.

"Not tonight, little wolf. You're not ready yet."

"But—"

He slaps my ass, cutting my protests off. "I'm in charge. Be my good girl and let me hold you while we sleep."

My pussy clenches at his calling me a good girl. Never would have guessed I had a praise kink. It seems I'm learning a lot about myself tonight. I like Christos taking control and making me submit, and I like his praise. Not to mention, I love how warm and safe it feels to be held by him like this. This entire night is proving to be a mindfuck.

His fingers draw gentle patterns on my back, lulling me into a deep sleep.

six

CHRISTOS

I didn't planto push Eris, but her lithe little body on mine was a temptation I couldn't resist. My little wolf responded so beautifully to me, too. She was hesitant at first but quickly lost herself to the pleasure only I can give her. She submitted beautifully. It was only a tiny taste of the submission I crave, but enough to let me know she's willing to submit—at least in the bedroom.

Eris the assassin has zero submissive bones in her body, but Eris the woman… she's ready to give over control. It's also a pleasant surprise that she reacted to being called a good girl. I might be a dangerous assassin and a real asshole to most, but for my little wolf, I want to shower her with praise. Yes, I want to fuck her like she's a naughty girl, but I want to call her my good girl while my cock is buried in her throat.

It doesn't take long for Eris to fall asleep in my arms. I don't stop caressing her soft skin. I can't get enough of touching her. Being in her bed and having free rein to touch her is a dream come true, and I'm going to take advantage of every second. Without the pleasant endorphins of her orgasm running through her body, I don't know what her mood will be like when she wakes up.

She could be sweet and pliant in my arms, or I could find her knife at my throat again. I'll love it either way, but I hope her walls will remain down. I want to prove that I'm not a threat and make her see how good we are together. She's meant to be mine, and I won't stop until she realizes I'm the only man for her.

Eventually, exhaustion pulls me under, and I fall asleep with my little wolf curled against my chest.

I'm jerkedfrom sleep when Eris's cat jumps on my chest. His claws dig into my bare skin as he meows and butts his head against Eris's forehead. She mumbles sleepily in response and pets the cat without fully waking up. The cat purrs at the attention, then sits directly on my face. Waking up with a cat's asshole on my face is not what I pictured today. I pick the beast up and put him on the other side of the bed. Eris quickly sits up, alert. Her eyes land on me, and I can see when she remembers what happened last night.

"You're in my bed," she grumbles.

"I am…"

I do my best to keep my eyes on her face, but her tits are on full display, and I can't help looking at the perfect little mounds with pink tips. Her nipples are hard, silently begging for my mouth. My cock is hard as a rock at the sight. She looks down at her chest and gasps before pulling the blanket up to cover herself. Her cheeks are pink with embarrassment.

"No need to be shy, little wolf. Your body is beautiful."

She lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper. The cat climbs into her lap and meows. She hugs him to her, hiding her face in his fluffy fur.

Fuck, she's adorable.

I decide a calculated retreat is for the best right now. She's overwhelmed, and even though I don't want to give her time to overthink things, I also don't want to push her too fast. It's a precarious balance. I press a kiss on her bare shoulder and get up. I don't try to hide my erection. I want her to see what she does to me. I'm pleased when she lets out a gasp at the sight.

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