Page 61 of Xeda

He savored the meat more, his eyes alighting with surprised delight. "Yes, this is very good." He went to grab more, and she quickly placed it out of his reach.

"Show me how nice you can be, and you can have more.”

Her heart hammered, hoping she hadn’t just stepped over the line. She made sure to keep her expression amused to show she wasn’t as serious as she sounded.

Xeda’s eyes widened as his nostrils flared, clearly in shock by her audacity. But he was no fool, she knew. His mouth tightened into a sort of creepy, unhinged sneer. “Nice?” he hissed.

Ophilia bit her bottom lip. “That’s right.”

Slowly, Xeda rose to tower above her, his lip curling to one side, showing one sharp fang. Ophilia leaned back, gripping the end of the plate, heat tingling up her neck, watching him closely. She stretched her arm out, holding the plate back as he leaned down, placing an arm on either side of her.

A low growl sounded deep in his throat. “You dare try to tell me what to do?”

Her smile tightened, trying not to be intimidated. “Yes. Do as I say, or you get no more."

He leaned in closer, baring his teeth. "You insolent little human. You'll regret that."

Something moved at the corner of her eye. She glanced over and saw his tail trying to sneak its way up the side of the bed and over to the plate in her hand.

Quickly, she reacted, pushing the plate away, letting it slide across the floor several feet.

As Xeda hissed in annoyance, Ophilia tried to scramble out from under him. As she crawled her way for the plate, Xeda grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, making her yelp in surprise.

He laughed as he climbed over her toward the food, and quickly she gripped his legs, trying to stop him, but he kept on going, dragging her with him.

"Xeda, no!" Ophilia called as she slid across the floor like a rag doll underneath him. "Don't you dare—"

He clawed his way over, his laughter turning wicked. Thinking quickly, she tried to stop him by distracting him, jabbing his sides, trying to find one sensitive area on his body to pinch or grab, but nothing worked. He was over the plate now and about to devour the whole thing when, in one last effort to stop him, she leaned up and bit the underside of his thigh.

She thought she heard him inhale sharply and felt triumph when she saw him go still. She dipped her head and saw him looking down at her, his pupils dilated, a pained look on his face. She glanced back to his lower half and saw, between his legs, his cock beginning to slide out from his sheath. Clearly, she had hit a sensitive spot. She watched it slide out, slick and hard, fascinated by how different he was.

When he was fully exposed in front of her, she fixed him with a mean smile. She reached out and lightly grabbed hold of him, letting her thumb rub against the underside along each ridge.

Xeda hissed, then groaned. "Isharit," he said, like a curse.

"Don't you dare touch that plate, or I'll stop," she said.

"Little hellion," Xeda growled. She caught drops of saliva falling from his mouth onto the plate. But he didn't move. Gently, she stroked him, and he shuddered.

Feeling now very in control and enthralled by his reaction, she was hungry for more. "If you be nice and obedient," she said cooly, "and don't eat from that plate like I command, I'll reward you."

His chest rumbled above her. She knew he could just take what he wanted, but it wouldn't be as sweet as what she offered. So, he was letting her play her little game. He didn't move as she continued to stroke her hand along him.

"That's good," she said softly. "Now slide the food away."

He did as she ordered.

"Put your hands behind your back and don't move."

He did as she asked, hesitantly shifting up to a kneeling position as he crossed his arms behind him. He glared down at her, his eyes nothing more than slits, his lips tight, fangs slipping out. She could see he was drunk on her touch already and wanting more.

She watched him watching her for a moment. Then, without a thought, she moved her head and let her mouth trail along his shaft, letting her tongue graze across him.

Xeda let out a sound like a bark or a yelp, his body jerking. She tasted the oil from him and found it not unpleasant, not tasting like much at all. She moved along him to his head, then her lips encased him, sucking gently in case it was too much. She reveled in the feel of him and in his reaction as he shuddered for her. She could tell he was desperate to move, wanting to thrust his hips, but he was being very good and keeping in place, not wanting her to stop.

She stroked him this way as much as she could until she felt him tense and heard a low snarl rip from his throat as he throbbed and spilled on her tongue.

She brought her head back and saw a dark fire in his gaze, burning so deep it made her heart race and her body warm. She smiled up at him sheepishly as she pulled herself out from underneath him. Then she carefully took up the plate again and stood before him.

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