Page 65 of A Debt of Darkness

Henry’s head dives between my legs and my pleasuresurges as his tongue plays with my clit. He’s lapping and flicking it, circling it and building my arousal, bringing me closer to orgasm with every passing second.

His fingers slip inside me and my chest tightens. I’m snatching breaths, frantically grabbing air to keep my heart going. My body’s burning up as the heat of my arousal rises and my climax threatens to break.

“Good girl,” Henry breathes against my clit and I tremble, on the verge of climax. “I’m going to make you come, lea. For me. Only me.”

I arch my back and his fingers curl forward, finding that perfect spot I can never reach. Henry flicks his tongue over my clit and I explode, shattering as my orgasm spreads through me, hitting me with contraction after contraction of agony and ecstasy.

I pant as Henry sits back, stroking his cock as he watches me recover. I’m hazy and focusing on breathing, trying to cool myself. His breathing turns ragged and his moans deepen, and my vision sharpens in time to see his head drop as he comes. His mouth falls open and his come sprays over my clit, dripping down me as he watches, transfixed as it trickles between my legs.

“You’re so fucking hot, lea.”

I whimper and he laughs.

“Soon you’ll be ready to take Master’s cock,” he says in a voice so dark and dangerous it rouses me from my daze. “And then I’m going to use my pet’s perfect little pussy until she knows exactly who owns her.”

That shouldn’t be hot. It really shouldn’t.

But it is and Henry knows I like it. “Again.”

Henry hauls me to my feet and turns me around, tapping my ass for good measure.

“Run, little lion.”

I sigh and manage to stagger a few steps before he catches me. He laughs and I playfully beat his chest. Henry grabs my wrists and turns me around, dropping his head so that his mouth brushes against my ear.

“We’re going to do this all afternoon, lea. And when I’ve completely exhausted you, I’ll carry you back to your room, wash you, feed you and put you to bed.”

19

MAKE HER HOME

HENRY

Ivy sleeps and her soft snores count the time until she wakes. I’m running out of time. I’m running out of reasons not to tell her. She’s regained the weight she lost and her stamina’s improving. She’s trying to obey me and when she gets it wrong, it’s because she misunderstands me or can’t do what I’ve asked. Yet.

Ryan calls through the door and my second won’t let me ignore him. I know that tone of voice. It means a fucking lecture.

I slip out of bed and Ivy doesn’t notice. I check one last time before I creep into the corridor, shutting the door to face Matt and Ryan’s glacial stares.

“Have you told her?” Matt asks.

I shake my head.

“Why not?” Ryan asks,hissing.

“She isn’t ready,” I whisper back.

“Bullshit,” Matt snarls. “You’ve taken her out. Without a fucking collar on, Henry, and put her on display like the precious, perfect creature you think she is. She’s your mate, not a fucking toy. Stop making excuses.”

I snarl and both step back. They should know better. They do know better. They’re risking my temper and I’d be more than a match for them. Especially with Ivy beyond the door.

It’s Ryan who steps forward. “Henry, she’s ready. It’s you who’s not.”

I huff and it’s unbecoming.

I’m better than this, in more ways than one. Ivy ought to know but I can’t bring myself to tell her. It could undo everything we’ve done, everything she’s done. We’re so damn close to being there it fucking hurts to have it within reach but be unable to touch it.

I just need a few more days.

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