Page 86 of Wicked Depths

A slow, hot coil of something dangerous and deep twists low in my stomach.

I exhale, steadying myself. “I am yours to command. Yours to serve.” Her fingers tighten, yanking my head back further. I let her. She leans in, lips just barely brushing mine, her voice a warm ripple against my skin.

“Then serve me properly, Dragon Queen.”

She shifts back, planting one foot on the obsidian gargoyle statue beside her, spreading her legs wider, baring herself completely.

I don’t need to be told twice.

I drag my hands up her thighs, feeling her softness, her warmth, the way she shivers beneath my touch.

Vaela hums in approval. “That’s more like it.”

She leans back against the balcony railing, the sunlight making her glow, her silver hair catching in the wind. She looks like something untouchable, and to everyone else, she is. ButIcan touch her.

And so, I do.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, dragging my tongue over her skin, feeling the way her muscles twitch beneath my lips.

She huffs a laugh, but there’s a tremor to it now. “You always this slow, or do you just like teasing me?”

I smirk against her skin. “I like hearing you beg.”

Her grip tightens in my hair, a sharp pull. “Cute.” And then she tugs me in, pressing my mouth against her soaked, aching heat.

I groan at the taste of her, hot and sweet and fucking intoxicating.

Vaela gasps sharply, her head tilting back, her thigh tensing beneath my fingers. “Oh—gods.”

I lap at her, slow at first, savoring, teasing.

But she doesn’t want teasing.

She wants to be taken apart.

Her fingers clench in my hair, her hips rolling forward. “Don’t fucking play with me, Nyxara.”

I growl softly, my hands sliding under her thighs, gripping tight as I pull her further into my mouth, sucking, flicking, devouring.

Her moan is low, breathy, wrecked. “There you go,” she pants, smirking even as she trembles. “Knew you had it in you.”

She’s drenched, hot and slick against my tongue, her body tightening, her legs trembling. As the first cold brush of her tentacle’s winds around my wrists, slithering, teasing, keeping me right where she wants me. I shudder, my body reacting on instinct, heat pulsing between my legs.

Vaela notices. Of course she does.

She laughs, low, sultry. “Oh? You like that?”

I moan against her, sucking harder, flicking my tongue in a way that makes her jolt. She curses, her nails scraping against my scalp, gripping me tighter, dragging me deeper. Her tentacles wrap around me, sliding over my waist, curling down my thighs, teasing, tormenting. I whimper into her, my body arching, desperate, wanting more.

Vaela gasps, her hips jerking, her whole-body trembling.

“Gods, yes—just like that,” she breathes, her voice breaking, her pleasure cresting.

I drive my tongue deeper, faster, matching the way she rocks against my face, my fingers digging into her thighs, anchoring her, letting her use me.

Her breathing is uneven now, her grip turning desperate.

She’s close, and I want to feel her fall apart. I slide one hand between her thighs, slipping my fingers inside her, curling deep, pressing against that perfect spot. Vaela shouts, her whole-body tightening, her tentacles squeezing around me as she comes, hard and shuddering, waves crashing over her.

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