Page 44 of Wicked Magik
Meanwhile, Benedict moved with deliberate caution, resisting the urge to flee in haste, aware that sudden movements might ignite my instincts to chase.
After he leaves, I stomped over to Vesper and lifted her into my arms, breathing in her soothing, sweet scent. "You must not touch any other male," I growled into her neck. "Especially not their private parts."
Vesper’s fingers pet through my hair. “It isn’t like I wanted to. I only did it because your Lord sucks at his job.”
I’m comforted when I read her mind, and it was true. She was completely disgusted by Benedict. She is, however, turned on by my growl, my possessiveness of her, but she is afraid to show it.
This made me puff up my chest as I carried her away from the table.
“Wait a minute, I need to clean up the tools.”
I rumbled into her ear and her arousal perfumes around us. My mouth instantly waters at the thought of tasting her again. She’s wearing these leggings as she calls them, and with her body being as fragile as it is, I do not want to rip them and accidentally wound her.
But I needed a sniff, just enough so I could take her back to my room.
I pulled her up to straddle my face, my nostrils took in a long drawl of her. Her hands grabbed my horns, and if I had eyes, I’m sure they would roll back into my skull just like my Lords.
Ohh, fuuuuuck.
Another word that she constantly says when I do something right, or wrong. She uses it for so many things, but doesn’t speak it out loud often. Only in her mind.
Was it taboo?
She can say it out loud, I would not mind. In fact, I wonder if she would say it while I…
I took my tongue and tickle just the outside of her leggings.
“Dang it, Oryx! What are you doing?”
“Ridding all thoughts of that males’ appendage from your mind.”
Which should be simple. His appendage was long like a pipe. Unimportant. Mine held girth, and was riddled with suction cups to suck on her walls and the pleasure source at the top of her entrance once I was allowed to enter her.
I nuzzled further between her legs.
She let out a moan that echoed into the lab. My tail swished and slammed the door shut. I would tell my Lord that I had my pet, but not now. I will not be interrupted when I am taking in her pleasure.
“I must taste you again.” I pulled her leggings gently down her backside. She did not protest when I pulled it down her ankles and laid her back on the only other table that didn’t have an absorbent amount of paper or glasses.
She shivered, her body instantly going lax. “Yes, please,”her mind whispered to me. “That tongue does wicked things to me.”
I hummed and tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her arousal pools below her, she's slick with arousal and my body trembles with want.
More, I need more.
She grasped my horns, her thumbs caressing them, causing a shiver to run through my body. She drew me nearer to her, moaning softly, and I opened my jaw as wide as I could to engulf my mouth over her pussy and force my tongue inside.
I thrust it into her, licking at her walls and curving my tongue until I found a slightly rough patch that made her jolt.
“Right there, right there, don’t stop.”She’s screaming but holding her hand over her mouth. I grabbed her arms, I wanted to hear her say it out loud.
Her back arched off the table, pressing herself closer to my face. I could feel her heat, her desire, as if it were my own. Herthoughts were a jumble of pleasure and need, a symphony of wants that I was eager to fulfill.
"Oryx," she gasped, her voice a sweet melody to my ears. I loved the way she said my name, the way it rolled off her tongue like a secret she couldn't wait to share.
I let my tongue explore her, the suction cups pulsing underneath my trousers with my own desire. I brought my fingers to her entrance and scooped up her arousal. I quickly shoved my pants down and brought it to my shaft.
I could taste her with my cups.
