Page 26 of Hers to Claim

Mari registered that Dante’s posture had altered at the same moment into something softer and more open.

Dante grabbed Cisco’s wrist and tilted his face up demurely. “Papi,” he said the word slowly, as if he was trying it on. “Can I please suck your cock now?”

“Is that what you want?” Cisco’s voice was a warm, rich purr; pure seduction distilled into a sound. Dante nodded in slow motion. “Tell me.”

Cisco was using every drop of his substantial charisma, and the effect wasn’t lost on Mari who had to clench her fingers in order to not move closer to bask in what he was projecting. Arousal curled in her stomach, warm and tight, and magic suffused her body in a slow unfurling.

Dante ducked his head to rub his cheek on Cisco’s hand and then brushed his palm with a soft kiss. “I want to wrap my lips around your delicious cock more than anything.”

“Get on your knees for me, beautiful boy.” Cisco stepped back, and Dante followed as if in a trance. He dropped fluidly to his knees and looked up, the perfect picture of submission and desire.

When Cisco nodded slightly, Dante reached for his belt. Cisco curled his fingers in Dante’s hair, his claws raking lightly along Dante’s scalp. “I like it rough. Use your teeth.”

Dante let out an appreciative murmur when he drew Cisco’s cock out. He took a moment to stroke the entire length lovingly, his thumb teasing over the thick ridges at the base until Cisco groaned. He passed his tongue along the underside and then swirled around the thick head.

Cisco yanked Dante’s head back. “Don’t be a brat.” With a growl, he drove into Dante’s mouth. His lips parted eagerly for Cisco at the first touch.

Dante relaxed in his grip, his body arching with supple grace to accept every bit of Cisco’s control as the gargoyle worked him forward and back a few times.

Cisco grabbed Dante’s hand and wrapped it around the back of his left thigh. “Dig in if you need a break,” he said, and then launched into a deep thrust without waiting for an acknowledgement.

Cisco tugged the unicorn forward onto his cock. Dante’s mouth stretched as Cisco sank in all the way to his ridges. He held Dante there and passed his thumb over one taut lip. “Fuck, your mouth is sinful.”

Cisco enjoyed testing the edges of Dante’s limits for a few minutes with careful, patient strokes. “Mariana, the wall to my right has an assortment of flogging toys. Go pick one.”

Dante moaned around Cisco’s next thrust.

Mari moved to the wall he’d indicated and looked over the group of floggers Cisco had collected. She picked one with strips of black leather that had knots at the ends.

When she returned to them, Cisco had both hands around Dante’s head, urging the unicorn to take him in long, slow thrusts. “That one is about repetition more than force. Start gently and work your way harder, passing from his shoulders to down to the bottom of his ribs and back.”

Mari began doing as he said, tentatively at first. At the same time, Cisco changed the angle of his grip and forced Dante’s head back. He pushed deep and Dante froze. A few seconds later, Dante spluttered for breath, his whole body shuddering as Mari continued to move the flogger over his back slowly.

Cisco rumbled with approval. “You have such impeccable dick sucking manners, but I like it a little messier than that.” He made another long thrust that made Dante gag and then withdrew. “There’s a good boy.”

Dante moaned, long and low. He arched his back, flexing into her strikes a bit as if to encourage her.

“I think he’s ready for more.” Cisco gripped his head and plunged deep, cutting off Dante’s air. “Harder.”

She redoubled her efforts, noticing that she was getting warm, both from the exertion and from the arousal that tumbled inside her. Seeing Dante stretched out in front of her this way sparked her magic so that it prickled along her nerves.

Dante took in a deep and shuddering breath when Cisco released him. His back was turning red and she felt his desire pulsing under his skin as surely as his blood was. She had the urge to run her hands over his skin to see if he would writhe at her touch.

“Look at how relaxed he is,” Cisco murmured. “How trusting. You never want to violate that trust, Mariana. That’s the magic.” He pet Dante’s head fondly. “I’m going to let you breathe a little, sweet boy, while she continues to have her way with you.” He backed all the way out.

Dante whimpered softly, but stopped when Cisco pressed his hip closer, letting Dante nuzzle into him.

Mari increased the intensity of her strikes again and picked up the pace. The movement became an extension of her and her desire. She felt her power shiver inside her in the same relentless rhythm.

Dante shook as a rough moan broke from his throat.

“There we are,” Cisco purred. “That’s perfect. Keep right there for a bit.” He angled Dante’s head again and drove deep, cursing creatively in Spanish when he felt the edge of Dante’s teeth.

Something inside her resisted Cisco’s attempt to restrain her, bristling. She wanted to see the man under her bleed. To hear him scream. To know that every pain-wracked wail was hers to claim and conquer.

She felt whatever it was inside her claw for the surface, and her panic surged as she thought she might lose control of it. But she understood somehow exactly what it wanted. She drank in the erotic sounds of Dante’s mingled pain and pleasure and let the magic spread inside her. The delicious touch of it soothed the dark thing that waited inside her andwanted.

“You’re so fucking beautiful right now. Every inch a queen.” The awe that shook Cisco’s voice was the balm that settled the monster back into her skin once and for all. He alone could call her back from that edge. She couldn’t risk playing this way without him present, at least for now. The temptation was too strong and there was something lurking inside her, just waiting for an opportunity to burst forth.

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