Page 121 of Wicked Magik
“Fuck, aren’t you gorgeous?” Veylor palmed himself
I panted as Oryx licked at my breasts, making their way down my torso.
“I said you can’t touch yourself,” I whispered.
Veylor scowled but removed his hand.
Oryx's grip on my thighs was almost painful now, his body shaking with restraint to not do more.
Veylor looked like he was about to explode, his knuckles white as he gripped the chair. There was a sick satisfaction having him not touching himself.
Was I really going to be this mean?
Ah, yup.
"He thrust into her,” I continued. “A low growl escaped his lips as she cried out, at the sharp intrusion. Her legs tried to wrap around his wide hips as he began to move, his pace quick and desperate. She met his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his, their bodies slick with sweat. The beast's grunts and her moans filled the forest, a symphony of primal need.
“She had yearned for this. She surrendered to the idea that her body was a sacrifice. She would never tell a soul, but she had imagined countless nights, pleasuring herself in bed at the thought. The beast only claimed what a maiden would offer freely. She loved that she was no longer in control feeling the roughness of his touch, each hot breath against her skin. This was her darkest fantasy made flesh: to disappear beneath something wilder than herself.”
A growl rumbled from Oryx's throat as silvery threads of saliva descended from his parted jaws, landing on my exposed skin. I gasped, feeling the pulse between my legs intensify with desperate need.
Oryx took one long lick from bottom to top, I cried out and gripped Oryx’s hair.
I can’t read like this…
Veylor’s eyes never left my body and were flashing with desire. Oryx had been tame all things considered, holding himself together. I know how Oryx could be ravenous. His hands, tail, all over my body but he was letting Veylor take both of us in.
It dawned on me.
Oryx was giving Veylor a show.
“You know me well,” Oryx growled into my pussy. “Now arch your back so I can slide my tongue deeper.”
The vibrations made me gasp.
Veylor hastily untied his trousers, pulling them down to his knees, allowing his erect member to spring free, with drops of precum dripping onto the floor.
Shit.
Why did that look so good?
Veylor lifted his lip into a snarl. His cock was angry, a deep purple at the head and the drops were coming down more frequently.
Poor baby.
My breath hitched as Oryx's tongue mimicked the actions described in the book to me as I tried to read more, unsuccessfully, I might add. I squirmed, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Veylor watched, his eyes wide and hungry. “Keep reading,” he taunted. “Unless you no longer can.”
I defiantly tilted my chin, trying to hold off the impending orgasm.
“Give. It. To. Me.” Oryx snarled, his snout pressed to my clit. “Give me your pleasure. I’m starving.”
Damn it.
I leaned my head back, the book still in my hand. I cried out in pleasure and pulled on Oryx’s hair. He pulled on my hips, opened his maw as wide as it could go.
He took eating me out to a freaking new level.
