Page 183 of On Wings of Blood

Blood trickled down her throat, running in rivulets over her bare breasts. Every few moments, she trembled, her head falling back in a perfect display of surrender and ecstasy. The man’s grip on her waist tightened as he fed, drawing long pulls of blood.

Finally he withdrew, his mouth rimmed with blood. He ran a finger delicately down the girl’s throat to her collarbone, then along the curve of her breast, tracing the trickle of blood before lowering his mouth to suck the droplets off.

In my arms, Pendragon let out a soft moan, as if in frustration.

I knew what was coming. So did the girl playing the Bloodmaiden.

The question was, did Pendragon?

The man’s hands were down around his robes. Slowly, he parted the fabric, exposing his long, hard cock.

The blightborn girl writhed impatiently as she felt him press it against her clit.

She rose up, pressing her hands against his shoulders as if too eager to wait. Then, bold with lust, she lowered herself onto him.

Her moan of pleasure broke through the silence, the sound thick with hunger and desire. Slowly, she began to ride.

“I know what you want,” I whispered in Pendragon’s ear. “I know what you need. The only question is, will you let me take care of you?”

I slid my hands down her bare stomach, feeling the smooth firm planes of her flesh.

“Just watch,” I murmured. “Just watch them. Let me do this for you. Let me give you what you need. What you’ve always needed from me but have never dared to ask for.”

I moved, as if to push her dress from her hips, but her hands shot out. They were shaking as they closed over mine.

“Fine,” I said, my voice husky with want. “I get it. The dress stays on.”

At least half of it.

I raised a hand to her hair and ran my fingers through it, then grabbed a handful and pushed her head down, not roughly, but not exactly gently either. When I had her half-bent over the balustrade, I raised the back of her skirt.

She was naked underneath. Even in the shadows I could see the pale swell of her perfect ass. I ran my hand gently over it, then slid my hand between her legs.

I suppressed a groan. She was soaked. Wetness dripped over my fingers.

“Fuck, Pendragon. You sure know how to make a man feel wanted.”

She squirmed with embarrassment under my hand and I grinned.

“What’s the matter? No witty comebacks now that I've got your pussy in my hand?” I slid a finger inside of her while another began to work the sweet soft rise of her clit.

She trembled against me and a moan escaped her lips. Louder than before.

Without hesitation, I let go of her hair, my free hand flying to clamp down over her mouth. It wouldn’t do for us to be discovered up here. Not at this perfect moment.

She squirmed, trying to fight against me, but I held her tighter.

“Hush now, little dragon,” I scolded. “You don’t want everyone to know what a bad girl you’ve been, do you?”

I started playing with her. Flicking and stroking her soft folds, slipping a second finger into her wetness.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted to be inside her. Wanted to sink my cock into her pussy so fucking badly, to feel her quiver and tighten around me, to spread her thighs as far apart as they could go as she rocked back and forth against me.

But I wouldn’t risk taking things that far. Not now. Not tonight.

Tonight would be for her and her alone.

I nudged her legs a little further apart, enjoying her resistance.

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