Page 39 of Bound

Ruby did. Wetness gleamed on her thighs, and he couldn’t help himself from sliding his fingers over them and rubbing the slick into the fur underneath her.

Ruby’s breath hitched. Did she recognize what he was doing? The idea made him feel strangely exposed. He wanted things so rarely. He didn’t want her to see how badly he wanted her scent in his nest, surrounding him as he slept.

He withdrew his fingers from the wet fur of his nest and palmed her tight ass, ignoring how badly he wanted to sink his teeth into the flesh. Then he slid his tongue up her dagger-less thigh and into her wet, waiting hole.

Ruby jerked against his nest. A branch snapped underneath her, and Slate pictured fucking her until the woods were full of branches snapping, hips slapping, and Ruby’s overwhelmed cries.

Not yet,he told herself. She still couldn’t take his cockhead. They had a lot of work ahead of them.

He loosened her with his tongue through two whimpering orgasms. He meant to stop at one, but she was writhing against him so sweetly he forgot about it.

After she came the second time, sweet fluid gushing around his tongue and wetting his uncovered chin, he decided it was time.

He pulled his tongue out.

“Wait,” she gasped. “I can—I can take it.”

“I know,” he soothed. “I’ll give it to you, little witch.”

With that, he slid two fingers into her and hooked them into her sweet spot. She howled, her muscles straining around him. It was a tight fit, but after several slick minutes of sliding in and out of her hole, he managed to fit a third finger inside her. At first, only the tip. Then it slid deeper and deeper until he could fuck her with all three.

Ruby groaned against his nest. Her mouth was open, the fur underneath damp with spit.

He pressed her head into it, grinding the dampness deeper. She groaned louder; the noise tinged with confusion. Maybe shedidn’tknow he was scenting his nest, he thought, and felt a strange twist of relief and disappointment.

Slate didn’t know how he had ever not been hungry for this. How he wasn’t starving for it every second. Maybe heshouldhave brought a mortal here whenever he needed it. But that conjured an image of some faceless stranger, and that wasn’t right. It wouldn’t be right unless it was Ruby, his strange little witch who bore down on his fingers even as she strained with effort.

“Yes,” she groaned, muffled against the nest he was rubbing her face into. “Stretch me… train me for your cock. Make me useful, make me good. Oh,gods.”

Slate spread his fingers. Ruby made a choked noise, hips working in a way that he now knew meant she was trying to get friction for her clit, which was pressed against the fur lining his nest.

Slate’s cock throbbed painfully under his loincloth. He had been trying to will it down, telling himself to be patient. But she was stretching so beautifully around his fingers, and he couldn’t resist.

He stood and flipped her over. Her chest heaved, breasts dripping with sweat from being trapped against the fur. There was a small pink mark on her leg where a feather had pressed into her.

I will have to layer the fur more deeply, Slate thought.For her flimsy human skin.

He knew he should be appalled at the idea of changing his nest for some mortal. But he only felt fiercely possessive as he bent down and licked the salt from her breasts. Then he swirled his tongue around her clit, listening to her sob with pleasure.

“I’m going to put my cock inside you now,” he told her.

Ruby’s eyes flew open. “But?—”

Slate nuzzled her cheek, rumbling comfortingly. “Only what you can handle.”

She still looked worried. He leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. When he pulled back, there was an imprint of his bone mask on her skin.

He flicked his hand. His loincloth vanished in a cloud of shadows, and Ruby’s mouth fell open as she watched his cock slap against his stomach.

“Only what you can handle,” he repeated. “I promise.”

Ruby nodded. She was shaking. She had started shaking before he even had his tongue inside her.

My responsive little mortal,he thought fondly. It took so little to get her wet and trembling. He wanted to ruin her.

He wiped his chin and rubbed the combination of his drool and her wetness onto his cockhead. Then he pressed it against her folds, spreading the slick.

“Slate,” she begged.

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