Page 52 of Wicked Magik
"Pet," he growled low, his voice laced with concern and something darker, hungrier.
I flushed, embarrassed by my body's reaction, but also thrilled by the sensation coursing through me. "I... I don't know what's happening," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. Because this feeling was strong, stronger than my usual horniness.
Oryx shifted, his massive body pressing against mine. His nose holes sucked in air, his tail twitched behind him. "Your scent," he growled, his voice dropping an octave. "It's changed.”
I turned my head, avoiding his intense gaze. "Good or bad?" I asked while my fingers pulled up my nightshirt.
He rumbled again, his hand tilting my chin up to look at him. "Good," he said, his voice husky. "It makes me want to do things you asked me not to do yet, pet."
My breath caught, and I couldn't resist locking eyes with him. Though his eye sockets appeared shadowy, I was aware of what lay within them. I licked my lips, and he drew in another breath.
Oryx guided his shaft to my exposed pussy. I let out a gasp as the suckers on the underside of his shaft made contact, with one attaching to my clit.
“I’m sorry, is this okay? I will not enter.”
I caught my breath and clung to the fur on his leg. "Yes, this is fine, keep going." I moved my hips against him.
"Now I can savor both your blood and your desire," he murmured and his fangs entered my skin again and he continued to consume all of me. The suction intensified, pulsating and vibrating, and I was nearing my climax as he took another deep, lingering sip of blood.
I ground my hips against his shaft and I whined his name while I shamelessly humped against him.
He whimpered and his tail wrapped around my waist to hold me close.
“Orie,” I whispered into his ear as I felt my release.
He groaned, and I felt the warm spurts of his release land on my stomach. I shivered next to him as he licked my arm as if it were the finest delicacy he had ever tasted.
We were going to do it like rabbits once we finally got to it.
Oryx hummed and licked his snout. “Does this mean I get to impregnate you like the rabbits do?”
I groaned and fell back onto the pillows. “No, Orie, we are not doing that anytime soon. I’ve got an implant that will make sure we aren’t having little Orie’s running around.”
His ears drooped.
Is he serious right now?
“Hey, you don’t want to share me yet, do you?”
This sates him and Oryx yawned and snuggled up against my breasts. “Like pillows. Best pillows. My pillows.”
Before I could say anything else, Oryx had dozed off. He was softly snoring, and his stomach appeared swollen. I didn't feel dizzy or as if I had lost a significant amount of blood. Actually, I felt perfectly fine and not the least bit tired.
My thoughts were a whirlwind, as just an hour earlier, a terrifying warlock fae had stormed into the room. After that, I had to feed Oryx, experience an incredible orgasm, and now he's out cold.
Still need to keep thoughts in check and not wake Orie.
I separated from Oryx and noticed his cum was still on me. It was black and not easy to hide like a human's would be, so I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself. I changed into another dress shirt that I used for sleeping, and while doing so, I examined my arm. There were no large puncture wounds, just two small dots that were healing rapidly. They might not even be visible by morning.
“Vesper,” Oryx whined from the bed. He rolled over and while he only had eye holes, I can tell he’s awake because his skull follows me back to the bed. “Apologies, I did not clean you, your arm—”
“Shh,” I kneeled down in front of him and brushed his hair away. “I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.
Oryx pulled me into his arms and nuzzled his skull into my neck. “I didn’t take too much?”
I shook my head. “Nope, I’m good.”
Oryx fell asleep before I had the chance to speak with him further. He's uneasy, his body twitched as I attempted to drift off, and I can't shake the feeling that Veylor is the cause. Oryx holds him in high regard, and there's definitely something between them.
