Page 63 of An Inheritance of Monsters

Voraal licked the spot gently, his mouth trailing upwards over the curve of my spine, the dip of my waist. His hands slid upwards to cup my breasts again, thumbs roughly fondling me.

My back arched as he moved upwards to suck at the skin of my shoulders, threatening another bite.

I moaned with him, grinding against his erection as he rose to his feet again.

“Look at me,” he demanded, a hand rising to grip my throat and tilt my chin upwards.

I stared upwards into eyes like silver fire. He no longer sounded refined or careful; the monster within him was just beneath the surface, threatening to break out.

“I will never release you.” His claw ran down the line of my throat, leaving a tingling trail behind. “From this moment on, you belong to me, body and soul.”

“I belong to you,” I repeated obediently, gasping as he slowly moved the claw over my clavicle, dragging it tip over my swollen nipples.

He paused, the claws dimpling the flesh of my breasts. “These,” he murmured, “are mine.”

The claws traced my waist, curving to follow the flare of my hips, his lips on my shoulder. “This is mine.”

I held back a whine of need as he cupped my pussy.

“And this is mine,” he snarled against my ear, fingers tightening. They parted me, the smooth pads of his fingertips brushing my wet core.

“Yours,” I whimpered, sucking in a breath as he slid his finger up to glide over my clit.

I raised my arms over my head, wrapping them around his neck and holding him tighter. His cock throbbed against my ass, his breathing heavy as he ground against me.

I wanted him inside me, but I was still a little afraid of how big the monsters were.

They would tear me apart if I tried to fuck them now. Voraal might not have a knot, but his ridged cock was as thick as Rask’s.

I couldn’t stand the way he was fingering me, knowing he was going to make me come first, and I couldn’t even fuck him yet. But I could please him, too.

I forced myself to reach down, gently moving his hand away from that aching spot, and Voraal let out a sudden, displeased growl.

It was cut short when I turned, running my hand over his horns and down his cheek. “This is mine.”

His eyes flared brilliantly as my hand moved lower.

“This is mine.” My fingernails scraped across his broad chest, down the ridges of his stomach.

I gripped the thick base of his cock, squeezing lightly and earning a groan from him.

“Thisis mine.”

My hand couldn’t fit all the way around him. The hard nubs beneath his skin were smooth as pearls under my palms, and he watched as I stroked all the way to the tip of his flared crown, running my thumb over the beaded moisture.

He let out a low sigh, his head tilting back.

I slipped another hand around him, using both to slowly pump his shaft, and leaned forward.

My lips brushed his chest, gently at first, then I moved harder, laving my tongue over the smooth ridge of his pectoral muscle. He tasted like smoke and shadows, darkness on my lips.

A moan whispered out on a breath as I pushed closer, still pumping him while I dipped my head to run my tongue over his stomach.

The hard muscles flexed beneath my lips, and when I slipped a hand beneath his cock to cup his heavy balls, his hips bucked forward.

Claws gently tangled in my hair, raising my head from the V of his lower stomach.

Voraal kissed me hard, warm lips molding to mine. The purr in the back of his throat filled my mouth, and I ran my tongue over his lower lip, slipping it into his mouth.

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