Page 76 of The Weaver

CHAPTER 18

Ahmya’s eyes flew open,and all that pleasure was washed away by a wave of mortification.

Reflexively, she braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed.

Rekosh hissed. His claws stung her ass with his tightening grip, and his head snapped up. Glistening liquid—hercum—trickled from his mouth and down his chin, and his eyes blazed, wild and hungry. In that instant, he looked like a beast whose meal had just been interrupted.

Their gazes met, and Ahmya slapped a hand over her mouth in shock.

He stared up at her silently, tension radiating from his rigid body. A sharp huff escaped his nostrils before his mouth parted slightly. That long tongue slipped out and slid along the seam of his mouth, licking her cum from his hide.

Ahmya pressed her thighs together. Her arousal coated them and dripped down the insides of her legs.

Oh God… I can’t believe I…I…

I justsquirtedin his face!

“I’m so sorry,” she saidquickly, body aflame.

A low growl rumbled in his chest. Moving stiffly but with obvious care, he lifted his hands from her ass, relieving the pressure that had been on those claws, and stood.

Ahmya’s brows pinched as her stomach twisted with anxiety. Had she done something wrong?

You mean besides giving his face a power wash?

Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God!

That had never happened to her when she’d pleasured herself. She’d never felt anything so intense, so uncontrollable. How could something feel so good while being so humiliating?

Ahmya curled her fingers and lowered her fists to her chest, dropping her gaze to the ground. “Rekosh, I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that would?—”

He caught her jaw and tipped her face up, forcing her eyes to meet his. “No.”

Her brow furrowed. “No?”

But he only released her and turned away, offering no explanation. His hind legs moved, drawing thick silk from his spinnerets, which he passed to his hands and wound into a growing coil of rope.

“Rekosh? Are you…okay?”

“Need you,” he rasped. “All of you.”

A thrill coursed through her in response to his words. “Oh…”

He wasn’t…disgusted?

Severing the first strand with his claws, he immediately began drawing out another, his movements becoming a little faster, a little less disciplined, with each moment.

“Rekosh, what are you doing?”

“Bindings.”

Ahmya’s heart leapt. Bindings. For her.

Male vrix bound their females when they were ready to conquer, to…mate.

She wiggled her toes in the soft grass, anticipation minglingwith her anxiousness. Her core thrummed with the aftermath of her orgasm, and more than ever, she was aware of the emptiness within her. She’d felt his finger, had felt his tongue, and now…

Now she wanted his cock. Wanted to seal their bond in every way.

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