Page 40 of The Anointed's Paladin

He trailed his hand along my neck, his eyes flashing as he pushed me backwards until we hit the wall, my wings splaying out as I was pushed back. My temperature spiked in response. His body pressed hard into mine, his presence infusing the air with dominance. His hand was at my jaw, forcing my head to the side. My own body responded, growling, wanting to take him now. But I wouldn’t give in. I would be perfect for him. But just in case, I had a plan.

I rested a hand on his shoulder, and he let me down a bit. “Look,” I said. “We like to play rough. If either of us needs to stop, just sayred flame.”

“A safe word?” he asked, amused as he pushed my head back up. “Cute. All right, then.”

He was so fucking gorgeous, his slim fingers working on undoing the rest of the buttons on my shirt. My eyes were drawn to the silver curls above his long eyelashes, the curve of his smirk. My erection was straining against my pants; my tail was curling around him, caressing his back.Enjoy this as you drown.I could barely believe this was happening, here, with this gorgeous demon.

His eyes flashed as he stepped closer still, the side of his thigh rubbing against my cock as he stretched up on tiptoes and grabbed my horn. He pulled my head down so I was at his level. My hips angled forward, arching towards him.

“Already hard, Paladin? You’re secretly a desperate little whore, aren’t you?” he murmured, and I moaned in response. My dick, already painfully hard, leaked pre-cum, wetting my pants.

His lips brushed my neck, but there were still no fangs. He was taking his sweet time. I restrained myself from growling at him to bite me. I didn’t want to scare him off.

Fuck, he felt so good holding me where he needed me. One hand slipped my shirt off, while the other traced patterns on my back. My mind went blank as he shifted against my leg, his stiff cock pressing against my skin.

He was into this? But it was there—proof he wasn’t just using me for my blood or tolerating me. At least, not completely. Proof he was enjoying this. My pants were wet with anticipation, and I let myself relax, just a little.

Every time I was around him, I was drawn to him. Even now, I couldn’t help arching towards him, my tail twining around his waist, pulling him closer, my wings encompassing us and creating our own private world.

I finally felt the sharp points of his fangs brush against my skin. The anticipation sent shivers of lightning throughout my body. My head was secure in his grip, and I couldn’t see his face. But, still, he waited. What for? Would he leave just like he’d done last time?

I couldn’t bear the thought.

“K-Kaine,” I breathed, my voice shaking. My hand found the back of his head, and I buried my fingers in his soft curls. My tail wound around him, pulling him closer. “Please. I need you.”

He let me up a bit, hooded eyes regarded me, a wicked smile on his face. I wondered if I’d said the wrong thing.

“Did I hear that right?” He trailed his finger down the membrane of one of my wings, delight in his voice. “A paragon of faith… champion of Lydes,beggingme to have my way with him? I don’t believe it.”

I let out a groan at his words, drinking in the sweet shame.Yes. Fuck, I’m depraved for you.His hand touched my chest, down my abs, then he leaned forward. His voice dropped to a whisper as he held my head firmly in place.

“Say it again, Talon.

Beg me.

Beg me to bite you… tofuckyou.”

“P-please,”I said, not keeping the whine out of my voice. My wings shifted, enclosing us more. “Kaine, please—bite me. Fuck me. I just needyou.”

“Mmm. Good boy,” he murmured, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

He yanked my horn, forcing my head down again. The control he had shown before disappeared. His bite was sharp, fierce, obliterating any semblance of thought in my mind. All I could sense was him; his frosty smell, his hands holding me still, the brush of his curls on my jaw. The pain was calling to Mirilith’s curse, searing through my blood, setting my heart pounding. He moaned and bit in deeper, his lips brushing against my neck. My body was burning through the sensation, greedily taking everything as pleasure, my cock jerking in response. This was everything I had imagined and more. I pressed my tongue against my teeth.

I gasped as his fingers brushed the hair on my navel, following the trail down until he stopped at the seam of my pants. He adjusted his bite, shifting forwards and slipping his hands into my pants, cupping my cock. I hadn’t realised how much I’d believed he wouldn’t touch me. He explored it, fingers tracing the pattern of ridges all the way down the shaft—uninvited but definitely welcome. Hewantedto touch it. Touch me.

It was perfect; he had me completely. I was floating in a wave of pleasure, building slowly but surely. He drank until my head started to lighten, and I had to draw on my healing to stay upright. Then he removed his mouth, blood dripping from his chin.

He sighed, his eyes closed, shoulders slumping down in satisfaction.

“That wasdivine,” he said, gazing up at me for a moment. His hand was still playing with my cock. I trembled as he looked up at me. “Now. You promised whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.” I bit my lip. It may mean that he’d stop touching my cock, but I meant it, anyway. I was desperate to please him. Let him direct my focus as I lost myself in lust.

“Kneel,” he demanded.

I lowered myself to my knees, my wings reaching down submissively. My tail lashed as he slipped off his underwear and I got to see his cock. He palmed the long, pale length, summoning a bead of pre-cum from the tip. I leaned forward. I wanted to taste it. Desperately. He brought his cock to my face, brushing the smooth hardness against my cheeks, my mouth. I could feel the wetness on my lips. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I glanced up at him.

“Go on. Do your job,” he said.

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