Page 61 of Nest Of Lies

“Lia, don’t start what you don’t want to finish.”

I snort, but he brings me back to the here and now. “You always underestimate me.”

“Lia,” Zaden growls.

I look up and away from the cock that is twitching and bobbing in my direction. Our eyes collide, and I feel that familiar determination to rise to his challenge fuel me into another decision that could bite me in the ass.

“Shut up, Zaden.”

I drop to my knees and grab his cock before he can step away.

“I’ve always wanted to try this. You get to be my test subject.”

“Why?” Zaden grits out.

“Because you took your clothes off.”

I muster all my courage, lean forward, and lick. The taste is salty, and his flesh is hot. I don’t know what to think, but he’s soft and hard and all manner of contradictions, and I’m holding his cock in my hands, and though he’s growling, he’s not moving.

Is this real?

This time, I lick him slowly, licking over the slit. I like the taste; I decide.

“All right, that’s enough-”

I take him into my mouth and suck.

Zaden wheezes, his fingers threading through my hair and holding me in place.

We’re in the middle of my kitchen. Anyone could walk in, anyone could see. I squirm and clench my thighs together as I drag my mouth off his cock and lick my lips.

“You taste so good, Alpha.”

I glance up at him through my lashes and find his cheeks flushed red and his eyes riveted on me.

“You want more?” Zaden asks in a different kind of voice than I’ve ever heard before, it’s darker, more intense and aggressive. It’s a voice that makes me aware of how small I am compared to him, how hard and lean he is. All my fantasies of him pale compared to the real thing.

I nod and rub my face against his cock. “I want more.”

“Okay, you can have more. You take what you need, Lia.”

His fingers massage my scalp, and I arch into them, practically purring, before I return to his cock.

“What’s this?” I trace the hard ring of flesh at the base of his cock.

“It’s my knot, Lia.”

Everything in me focuses on the knot, but Zaden tugs on my hair.

He’s wide. Taking him into my mouth is a stretch. I grip the base of him in my fist, and then slide lower to cradle his heavy balls in my hands. Everything is so intense, from hearing his groans to the strange new feelings. His whispered directions are simply a power trip helping to send me into this new world of hazy lust.

Zaden Mirakill is putty in my hands.

He moves his hips, thrusting into my mouth. Slow. Controlled. Gentle flexes that increase in strength and speed.

“Gonna come, Lia.”

Good. I want that. I bob my head faster, sucking and using my hands to caress his cock. He drags his hand down, grabs mine, and wraps our hands around his knot, squeezing hard.

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