Page 50 of Rejected By the Shifter King
Chapter Eighteen
ESTRELLA HAD BEEN SOadamant at getting Lysander in a private room that she hadn't been able to quite plan ahead. And so by the time they faced each other, alone behind a locked door, she found herself gaping and panicking, mouth opening and closing.
Her husband arched a brow. "I'm assuming you've a reason for bringing me here in such a fashion."
"You k-know why," she stammered. It was impossible for him not to, especially with that now very-noticeable bulge underneath his pants.
"I'm afraid I don't."
His bland tone had her blinking. Was it possible that he really didn't know? She could feel her cheeks heating up as she awkwardly gestured towards his erection. "I'm talking aboutthat. I don't think it's wise for you to go out there without...well, doing s-something about it?"
Her hands moved the entire time his wife was talking, almost as if she was flapping about just to get her mind off the fact that she was practically pressuring a man to have sex with her. It was amusing as hell, and try as he might, he couldn't keep his lips from twitching.
This, at least, was the one thing about her that he knew she hadn't faked. Couldn't even if she wanted to. He had more than enough experience to know whether a woman was genuinely attracted to him or not.
And Estrella?
She might be feeling awkward and embarrassed right now, but there was also no mistaking the way her breasts had swollen in size in the past two minutes, no mistaking the way she couldn't stop wetting her lips every time her eyes drifted to his erection. She wanted him alright...and goddammit, but he wanted her, too.
Despite everything he knew of her...
It just wasn't the beast in him that craved.
"You have to be more specific." When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with need, and his eyes were now filled with blatant lust as they devoured his wife's already trembling body. "You have to choose how I take you.Remember?"
Estrella could feel her mouth drying. Now that he mentioned it...oh, she so did. She remembered how his monstrously oversized cock could take her in three lovely ways.
Vagina. Mouth. Ass.
All she had to do was choose, but...
Lysander saw Estrella swallow hard, almost as if she was preparing herself—-
And then her gaze lifted to his, and she whispered, "It depends."
"Depends?" The answer bemused him.
"How much you can take with the amount of time we have left?"
