Page 16 of Thief

“Kate is in heat.”

I peck his lips. “You’re talking to me in third person.”

“I’m unsure you’re real.”

“I’m real.”

Eron opens his mouth, and we’re kissing. He tastes fresh and hearty. I grip his neck, tighten my legs around his middle, and explore his mouth, my tongue battling his forked one. He catches my tongue with his and tickles under it. I snap my eyes open. Oh my, this is sexy. He winks at me, and I feel my belly cramp coming. My fluid will spill all over him. It’s one thing to do it on the floor, but another to do it on a guy.

“Put me down,” I say.

Eron places me on his bed and kneels on the floor. I close my legs. “Oh no,” I whisper as liquid gushes out of me. Slowly, he takes my ankles and spreads his arms. When I try closing my legs again, he lets me, then waits a few minutes. Sure enough, my pussy spasms, and I can’t stand the pain.

I open my legs. “Please, do something. Anything.”

“Can I have you, then?’

“Have me!”

He slaps my pussy.

I yelp and sit up, my mouth open to protest.

Eron shoves a piece of cloth into it, gagging me.

“With time, you will learn I am a patient male, but even I can’t have a… mate giving me orders while I ease her heat. Now, lie down and let me do what I need to do.”

With a sigh, I rest and stare at the ceiling. When nothing happens—as in, he’s not eating me out—I lift my head.

Eron stares between my legs, but looks up when he feels my eyes on him. “I was wrong, Kate. This is not an Omega pussy. It has two holes."

It’s a good thing he gagged me, or I’d have said something embarrassing.

“Hm.” He pulls back the skin covering my clit and frowns, still not stroking me. “Let the pussy study begin,” he proclaims.

Yes.Let.

Eron probes my bud with his finger. I arch my back and moan.

He gives me a wicked smile and sticks his tongue out. Twists the forks so I can see what all it can do. I lift my bottom, a hard feat, with my legs spread out in the air.

Eron flicks his tongue over my clit. I moan again. That’s the way to go. I don’t have to say anything, though. My pussy speaks for me. She’s got a life of her own, as she spills liquid that he picks up with his thumb and pushes it back inside. A thick finger never felt better, and I move up and down on it while Eron tongues my clit, clamps the twin forks around it, and tugs.

On my elbows, I watch him.

We lock gazes, and I’m feeling as if my soul is exposed to this male. He can do what he wants to me. I have no defenses, and what he does during my state of… of unrest matters.

He knows this. He wants to prove something to me, or at the very least tell me something only his body can. Or his tongue. Right now, I’m not picky. I’ll take all of him.

And so I do.

Eron pulls my feet down. I slide off the bed and impale myself on his dick, my head thrown back and resting on the mattress as he eases himself inside me to the base. He doesn't move me up and down; he grinds our pelvises, and his hard knot stretches my pussy more. One hand on my throat, the other thumbing my clit, Eron works my body like a pianist. Gentle pressure on my clit and throat, hard strokes inside me.

Human men aren’t made this big, and I’m happy to report this sexual experience is one I’ll never forget. Waves of pleasure rock my body, and I open my mouth in a silent scream, as my pussy spasms around him for minutes—not seconds—before stopping to let me catch my breath.

Eron withdraws slowly and stares down at his dick, hands on his hips.

When he looks up, his eyes speak of murder.

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