Page 75 of Changelings
His abdomen shivered at her small touch. “That’d be my knot.”
Imogen gulped.“Knot?”
“Mmm, for keeping me locked inside you. We’ll play with that later, when you’re ready.”
She’d almost broken out in a cold sweat. It seemed unfathomable that she’d manage to take half of his angry red manticore cock, let alone the extra girth at the base. But then he’d done that thing with his tongue, where he swirled it around her clitoris before sucking, and Imogen didn’t string two coherent thoughts together again for a long while.
Instead, she’d shored up her courage and done her best with his cock. She’d heard tales of this act, of course, and she gave him all her enthusiasm and hard work ethic. Nipping and licking, she’d taken what she could of the head into her mouth to suckle.
It wasn’t long before he came in her hands. It wasn’t the first time—although for all the others, she’d been working him either over his kilt or just dipped her hands inside to hold him. His pearlescent spend overran her hands, and somehow, Imogen felt full. Of satisfaction, of pleasure, of power.
Another purr vibrated in her ear as Balar leaned downto survey her face. “I know that look. Which day are you remembering? For me, it’s when you rode my face, and my tongue reached so deep I could curl it at—”
With a horrified gurgle, Imogen smacked her hands over his big mouth. The infernal lion-man merely grinned, poking out his tongue to lick at her fingers.
“My sister might—”
“Oh, no, don’t stop on my account.”
Imogen and Balar lifted their heads to see Neomi, hip popped against the doorframe, arms crossed, a cat-with-the-cream grin stretched from ear to ear.
“You two are too adorable. Come inside, I want to heareverything.”
“Absolutely not,” said Imogen.
“With pleasure,” said Balar. And, “Do I smell pie?”
There was, indeed, pie. Apple and walnut pie, to be precise, Neomi’s specialty. Nothing but crumbs were left in the dish by the time Balar and Imogen waved farewell after a pleasant afternoon of stories and laughter.
Imogen was pleased, almost flattered, to find that with it just being her and Balar, rather than all the brothers, too, Neomi was more than happy to sit back and listen. Her eyes glittered and gleamed to hear all about Imogen’s confession to Balar and how they were considering adding his cabin to her cottage come spring.
Nothing was decided yet of course, but Neomi sighed and hummed happily, clapping her hands and hugging Imogen every chance she got.
“He’s perfect, Gen,”she whispered to Imogen as they cleared away the dishes together.
Imogen couldn’t help a grin.“He is. But don’t let him hearyou say it—his mane’s big enough already.”
Today had been one of the most pleasant visits she could remember in a long time. Although, as she and Balar headed down to the lower pasture to collect the animals, she couldn’t help a twinge of regret over not having asked about Neomi’s…struggles. Imogen desperately wanted to know if Neomi had taken her advice and talked to Sofie. However, she could understand if Neomi didn’t want to say anything in front of Balar, and Imogen didn’t want to spoil a good day if there was only bad news to share.
Still, those were the thoughts in her mind as they passed by the smaller of the two barns. From inside, she could hear hay being moved about. A peek inside revealed Collin working alone, moving fresh straw into the stalls.
Chewing her cheek, Imogen considered.Should I?
“Imogen?” Balar asked from a few paces ahead.
“I just—need to do something.”
He nodded slowly. “All right.”
She pulled in a deep breath and, for courage, hurried up to him to steal a kiss. He blinked down at her, bemused, but Imogen didn’t explain, instead marching into the barn.
Fates, I’m really doing this.
Taking a wide stance and planting her fists on her hips, she called, “Collin.”
He looked up in surprise. “Gen, I didn’t know you were visiting. Are you—”
She held up a hand to silence him. “I’m going to talk now, and I’m only going to say it once, so you’d best listen.”
