Page 67 of Court of Evil

She frowns. “But you don’t like it, do you? Being that close to a male’s pleasure.”

“Not really,” I reply, “but I think I would hate forcing you to serve me without wanting it even more. I never want to force anyone, but especially you. I don’t want to use my powers on you. I want something . . . real.”

She’s quiet again for a moment, and shame heats my cheeks.

“I never said I didn’t want this, Isabella.” Something about hearing my full name on her lips makes me shiver. No one calls me that, not even my parents. I always hated that name, thinking it made me seem weak. It’s why I chose Fang, but on her lips, it sounds like something to cherish.

I clench my thighs together under the duvet, desire coursing through me. I haven’t felt desire since I was a teenager anddidn’t know better. I fed on pleasure, but the truth is, I have never felt my own. Something about this woman makes me wet, waking my body.

“You want me?” I glance at the door. “Those men?—”

“Are my . . . team,” she finishes. “I have never bothered with gender before. I like both men and women.” She slides closer and slowly cups my cheek with her warm hand. It’s rough, calloused, and strong, and I lean into it. My mouth parts on an inhale as I have the insane urge to taste her skin.

I should feed on her lust, but I’m too focused on my own.

“Do you want this? Do you want me? If not, we can find another way.”

“I want this,” I blurt. “I’ve never wanted anything so much as to feed on you.”

She smiles, and it changes her face, making my heart hammer at her beauty. She’s deadly, strong, and so confident, and I want to rub myself against her and let her protect me. “Then feel my truth. You can taste lust, yes? See the truth.”

I close my eyes and focus on it, feeling it thick in the air. There is so much lust that my clit throbs in agony, my pussy turning warm and wet. When my eyes open, I know they are black, but she smiles wider.

“Then fuck me,” I purr.

I am usually in control, playing with my prey like puppets, but not this time.

This human hunter has me in her snare, and I cannot seem to care.

Her hand drops, and I feel the loss keenly, climbing to my knees as if to chase her touch. The duvet falls to my knees, puddling around me.

I think she’s changed her mind when she stands and heads to the door, and I slump, resignation filling for me what I will have to do. Suddenly, there’s a click, and I glance up, seeing her slide alock into place before she turns back to me. “They won’t disturb us this way. I don’t want you to be scared.”

My heart stops and then races as she saunters my way. Climbing onto the bed softly, she kneels above me, and I anticipate what she will do next. Her hands slide down, and I gasp, waiting for her touch, but she simply grabs the duvet and yanks it away, stripping the bed so we are kneeling on the bottom sheet.

Lust wraps around us, and I suck it down. It strengthens my own, my nipples pebbling behind my torn shirt.

I’m shaking with expectation when she reaches out, pressing her thumb to my lips and making them part. My tongue darts out to taste her skin, and I whimper as her flavour explodes across my taste buds.

“You want to feed from me, yes? Then you will do as I say.” My eyes widen at her order. “Open your pretty mouth.”

I part it, and she narrows her eyes. “Wider,” she demands, and I would do anything to make her happy. I open it as wide as I can, and she nods.

“Good girl.” Her praise washes over me, and I swear my cunt clamps in a way it never has before. I can feel my own wetness filling my panties.

“Do I need to call you mistress?” I joke, remembering the other man calling her that.

She smirks, gripping my chin as I wait there, mouth open. “If I let you.”

She grips my chin harder, the pinch of pain flowing through me, muddling with the pleasure in a way I didn’t know I would like, but I find it only enhances what I am feeling.

I arch up. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Tate,” she murmurs, sliding her thumb across my lips again before pressing it into my mouth. She watches me as she slides it deeper into my mouth. I close my lips around it, sucking. Hereyes narrow, this time in desire, and I suck harder, clutching her wrist to hold her to me. She pulls it free and sucks her thumb into her mouth, tasting me like I tasted her.

I crash into her. She catches me, gripping my arms as I press my lips to hers. She chuckles, but it turns into a moan as I sweep my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers. Her hands slide down to my hips and drag me closer so I’m pressed against her. Her mouth isn’t like a man’s. It’s soft and warm as she slants her head. My hand slides up into her hair, fisting it as I rub against her. My other hand sinks down, undoing my trousers.

I need . . . I need . . .

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