Page 57 of The Commander

“Yes!”

He made raw noises against her exposed flesh until the sound entered her bloodstream. Thighs trembling, butt wiggling, she widened her legs to give him deeper, better access.

The feel good vibes of his sucking and licking, with the press of his thumb, were hit and miss. A tease that felt good but evaded the whole point. Did he not want her to orgasm?

He seemed to be enjoying himself, giving her his moans and grunts of enjoyment, letting her know he liked what he tasted and experienced. Cara liked his moans. Really liked them.

As if he could tell how much, he stopped, lowering her to her toes and turning her again.

Showing her his full face.

She saw the flat, squarish plane of his forehead, the solid black deep set demon eyes, his wide nose, and dark blue-black skin the same color as his cock. His entire chin was spread open like the wings of a butterfly.Or not.She didn’t know what to compare it to because, hidden beneath the delicate skin, was a horror her drugged brain couldn’t take in.

The majority of his teeth were on the top. It looked like two rows of twice the needed number. Teeth on the bottom as well, as sharp and nasty as two-inch-long snake fangs that would anchor a deadly bite. Between the fangs in the front were short spikes. Hidden by his bottom lip, the top teeth dominating, she’d missed the second, thin tongue just behind them.

Letting her watch, he retracted it into a little shaft, lowered his pointed, bigger—almost normal—tongue and snapped the flared flaps of his chin closed.

Drugs. She was still drugged by his scent or something because she didn’t care at all. Instead, she was captivated by the sight of his too long forked tongue licking his lips, the tip of it going down over his chin and jaw, catching every bit of shiny stuff on his face. Tasting her. He was licking up her arousal.

Cara couldn’t speak. There was too much happening in her head and in her body. That chin thing looked a lot like the curled lash of a butterfly tongue, and all those teeth…she didn’t know how to put it all together.

Her stupid body stayed incomprehensibly aroused. He’d shown her his most vulnerable self. The way to kill him. She knew it. Understood it in the deep, dark recesses of her brain. He would never show himself like that to anyone but his forever mate.

“Your cum is as delicious as your blood, my pet,” he said as if he wasn’t aware of how stunned she was.

Cara squeaked.

“Speechless from my attentions, are you?” He put his hands back on her breasts.

Pinched a nipple. “Tell me of your friend, Kitten.”

That question was the last thing she expected. “Brenda?”

“Yes. That friend. Why does she need you?”

“Food. Remember? We’ve been eating other people’s food for a week. They said they wouldn’t support us or keep helping us.”

“I think I’m going to have to talk to Mister Danov when we are finished. He has endangered you.” He squeezed at her chest again, as if fascinated by her fullness, not taking his eyes off them.

Would he help them? Set things right in Dalewood? In all the weeks she’d been here with Brenda, she’d never seen him, just the muzzle heads. Before she could ask, he caught her nipples between his fingers, pulled, lifting them away from her chest. She went up on the tips of her toes as far as she could to follow them.

“Lovely,” he murmured.

The agony of it zinged down to her core and made it clench. Sensation shot all thoughts of asking him to do anything but make her come from her head. She was leaking more than humanly possible. Brenda didn’t do this. No one did this. Other women didn’t have their own slick cum running down their legs.

“My pet was out hunting to feed her friend, Brenda. Is this person a rebel? Were you hunting with a knife too?”

He released her just before it became too much. Still on his knees, he again cupped her center to support her weight and crowded closer. She opened her legs and let him in.

“Tell me, Kitten. Where did the big knife come from?”

She couldn’t think not to tell him. “Brenda gave it to me.”

“There is human DNA on it.”

“Is there?” Cara didn’t really care right now.

Leaning forward, he nuzzled at her breasts more until she felt a pinch on her nipple and heat open over her breast.

---