Page 93 of Feral Guardian
“That’s my pussy, Alastair,” she whispers.
I slap her again, the force of the impact grinding her against me. That friction combined with her moan has me halfway there already. She slides her tongue into my mouth and then seals it with a kiss.
“This is fun, but I have something I need to get to,” she says with a playful smile.
She wiggles out of my hold and slides down my body.
Nerves return for two different reasons. “Lily, wait, please.”
She pauses, her face patient and expectant.
“I’ve never…I mean I haven’t done anything—my vow of chastity…” I fumble through my explanation foolishly.
She tuts playfully. “You mean you actually honored it?”
I nod.
She scowls. “Wait, how did you know how to, you know, with me?”
“Make you come three times on my face?” I ask, feeling none of my foolishness from before.
Her cheeks flare with rosy pink and I love it. Exactly the reaction I wanted.
“Yes, that,” she says, her hand continuing its journey down my body.
“Well, notallthe knights honored their vows, like you said.”
She hums, her face getting closer and closer to the tie of my leather pants. “And so you just kept a mental note of those things they talked about over drunken card games for an ‘in case’ situation where you might want to break your vows, too?”
“Honestly, princess, I listened to your body. When you moaned, I moved. When you writhed, I pushed. I wanted to give you more.”
She smiles. “Well, you gave me plenty. It’s time for me to give back some.”
Her fingers work the silver-tipped strings of my pants and my nerves return.
I come up to my elbows. “Wait, princess.”
“You’re not getting out of this, Alastair.”
I try to hold her hands, but she squirms away from me, undoing the final laces. She gasps as the leather parts and my cock pushes free.
Her eyes round as she stares at it. “You are…considerable.”
“Perhaps too considerable for your filthy little mouth,” I tease, trying desperately to deflect from the awkwardness of the moment.
“Nonsense.” She licks her lips, and then she touches me.
Her soft hand sends a shock through me, and I tense. Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and I’m not sure what she sees in my expression, but it emboldens her. She fists me—well, tries to. Her fist doesn’t close, but she doesn’t let that stop her as she begins to move.
“Like this?” she asks tentatively, timidly.
“Just like that, little imp,” I groan into her tender touches. It’s the sparks that will surely lead to my undoing.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see you,” she says, her lustful stare burning me.
I do as she commands. Her other hand touches my chest, trailing along the scars that keep my curse ability under control. Her eyes follow her fingers and I see the question dance behind them.
“One day, I want to hear the story,” she says.
