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Tsok dove between her legs again. This time, instead of her aching clit, he opened his mouth wide, pushing his tongue into her cunt. Thrusting it deep, his saber teeth pressing in against the side of her mons. Completely ignoring her clit but fucking her with his tongue. Rubbing against that little area at the top of her walls that made her jerk and cry until, again, her thighs started bouncing, jiggling, as they shook and her hands pulled against his grip on her wrists. When he had her right there on the precipice, keening to go over, he moved back.
She tried her best to keep him in place, to not let her release escape again, but she failed and let out a cry of anger.
“Youaremy mate,” he told her again. “Say it.”
“Fuck you. I’m an unmated woman!”
He chuckled, enjoying this game much more than he thought he would. His cock was painfully hard, and he wanted nothing more than to push deep inside, to fuck her until he was drained, but he held back, because more than his own pleasure, he loved seeing hers.
Or, in this case, he loved denying hers.
He went back, focusing on her clit again. It took barely a moment for the twice aborted orgasm to come rushing back and he had to stop. She got angrier this time, and he could only smirk at the way her hips wiggled and thrashed, trying to find any kind of stimulation.
As he was going in for the fourth time, tongue fucking her again, the hover came to a halt. The pilot – such a good professional – didn’t attempt to open their doors or interrupt them at all.
“Tsok,” his little female panted, looking down at him. Trying to crush his head in an effort to keep him right where he was.
A smirk pulled at the corner of his muzzle as he pulled back despite her. His tongue came out last, sliding up, laving over her clit with one harsh stroke that made her jump like she’d been jolted. But it still wasn’t enough to push her over the edge.
“What are you?” He demanded to know, tone harsh.
She didn’t answer immediately. The battle between what she wanted to say and what he wanted to hear fought out on her face for a moment before she gave him a shaky smirk.
“Your mistress.”
Growling, he grabbed her.
Chapter 31
Misty
Being tossed over someone’s shoulder wasn’t as fun as she thought it would be. It wasn’t a comfortable method of travel, but it was still enough to steal her breath as Tsok carried her from the landing pad into his manor. His shoulders were broad enough and her robe was thick enough that, combined with his fur, his shoulder wasn’t jabbing into her belly painfully.
But she was achy, needy, and desperate for touch that she was being denied. From this angle, she couldn’t even reach between her own legs to finish herself off. He was tormenting her, demanding she give him what he wanted before giving her what she needed.
She would not. It was on principle at this point.
What principle, she wasn’t even sure anymore. But she was absolutely not letting him call her his mate when she wasn’t.
He wanted mate privileges; he had to earn them.
Misty honestly wasn’t sure how long she was going to last. Four aborted orgasms and she was absolutelythrobbingbetween her legs. It hurt how sensitive he’d made her without allowing herthat final release. She’d talked a big game back at the party, but she was right on the edge and probably only had one or two more interrupted climaxes before she broke down and said whatever he wanted if it meant he’d let her come.
But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to fight like hell to get him to break first.
Grinning wickedly as he continued walking her through the manor, Misty put her hand on his back to push herself up. Just enough to give herself the space she needed to lift her other hand. She held it up, poised to smack that taut ass as it flexed while carrying her.
But just before she brought the hand down, a new thought occurred to her.
An evil little giggle bubbled up from deep in her belly. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by her lover. He smacked her ass once, making her jump. It wasn’t hard, and the robe was thick enough that she barely felt it, but it was a surprise.
“What are you thinking back there?” Tsok asked as he turned into the hall that led to his room.
Misty struck.
She didn’t smack his ass like he had hers. Instead, she grabbed. Like she was trying to stroke his cock, she clasped her hand around his tail. She had to do so around his robe, but it was like trying to grab a guy through sweatpants – padded but still very possible.
And surprising.
