Page 159 of Between Soul and Vessel
“Yes and no. If I want them to stop . . .” I looked to my left, and the one quit stroking. “They will. But . . .” I glanced to the one who had his hand settled around her neck. “If I give them free rein—” He tightened his hand, taking away some of her oxygen, just enough to get her attention. “They will do as they please.”
The flavor of rich, dark chocolate spread across mytongue, more intense than I had ever tasted before. It was laced with something spicy, something that had my mouth watering for more—nothing tasted as good as my mate’s pleasure.
Iknewshe would like this.
I was a jealous, territorial male; however, there were some things I was willing to bend on, or at least make her think I was willing to try. The night at the inn, when I’d made good on my vows, piercing and tattooing her, when I’d pledged my life to hers and placed my band around her finger, I’d told her to strip in front of the window because I knew she would be turned on by it. Little did she know, my shadows had crawled outside, blurring her naked flesh from anyone who might be watching.
Now that she was mine, I wouldnevershare Sage with another.
I was the God of Death, and for anyone who tried to take, to touch, to fuck, what belonged to me, I’d live up to my title.
So yes, as I was saying . . . I was a jealous, territorial god—one who would never share his wife with another, but I’d let her play with my shadows anytime she wanted. They were a part of me, and through them, I could pleasure her in more ways than one.
The one behind her shifted his foot beside hers, pushing her leg out and widening her stance. He dragged his free hand down her body and began to rub her sensitive clit. She moaned, her arm draping around his neck as she kept her eyes on me, her breasts pressed upwards, begging forattention.
With a flick of my hand, my clothes disappeared.
Her hungry, lust-filled eyes raked down my body, pausing as they reached my hard and ready cock.
“Please,” she panted, her breath slightly restricted. “I want to taste you.”
My shadow released her throat. His hand pressed between her shoulders, bending her forward.
I gripped her hair in one hand and my cock in the other. “Open those pretty lips for me.”
She parted them, and I pressed my crown into her warm mouth. Her wetness saturated it, and I slid further inside.
“Mmm,” I groaned, the sound heady.
The shadow stroking himself walked over to us. He gripped Sage’s breast as he continued to pump his length. The one standing behind her began to work his fingers inside her, and she moaned around my cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Kitten,” I praised her as I began to thrust inside her mouth, slowly working myself deeper.
The shadow form standing behind her got down on his knees. He spread her wide, and then he slipped his tongue inside her, his fingers swirling her clit in tandem.
The flavor of apples exploded in my mouth, replenished with each stroke of my umbra twin’s tongue. Like a man headed for the guillotine, receiving his last meal, I reveled in the delicious taste of her.
Pleasure building, her body trembled, her legs shook—still, she worked my length, her hand holding the base of itwhile she tried to take me deeper. It was as if she were in competition with herself, trying to take me farther than she ever had before.
I want to feel you down my throat, she purred through the bond. I brushed my thumb over her cheek, feeling the fullness on the other side, feeling how it heated as she admitted to me,I want your cum inside me. All over me. I want you everywhere, Von.
Matching the heat of her cheeks was a redness brighter than a cherry. Was she ashamed of wanting me in such a carnal way?
That simply wouldn’t do.
Despite the patriarchal bullshit beliefs her society had so willfully embraced, her sexual desires were nothing to be ashamed of, and I would prove that to her.
You can tell me what you want, Little Goddess. You never have to feel ashamed with me. I’ll make every one of your wishes come true. Reveal your deepest darkest secrets to me, and I’ll make every one of them happen,I promised her through the bond.Now, tell me again—what do you want?
I want your cum,she answered, her curved tongue rubbing the underside of my shaft.
Where? Be specific.I’d break her of her shame, free her from it.
In my mouth. Down my throat,she rasped.
The shadow form that stroked himself pinched her nipple, and she let out a garbled moan. Pleasure building, both hers and mine, I knew she was close.
Come for me, and I’ll give you what you want,I promised her.
