Page 73 of Slay Me

I grin at him. “That applies to all those I find worthy of keeping. Which, at present time, is not you.”

The gryffin glowers at me but falls silent.

“Any other questions?”

Kleo raises her hand.

“Yes?”

“Do you know what happened to Thomas and Jenny yet? Was it Valentina?”

“I have no reason to believe it was the pixie, but we’re still looking into it.”

She nods and falls silent.

“Great. Then let’s have a night of flawless performances,” I say, clapping my hands together as everyone disperses, and turn toward Duncan, who stands behind me.

“You good, boss?” he questions.

“Yeah. Just struggling a bit.” I shrug my shoulders. They itch, a side effect of my scales trying to emerge. The dragon is desperate to get out, even more so now that he’s claimed Liv. My time of containing him is coming to a close, and tonight might be the time to sneak away and let him out for a few hours.

Behind me, someone clears her throat.

I turn and meet Liv’s piercing gaze. The room is empty save for us, Killian, and Duncan. My gaze drops to the swell of her breasts where they stick out of the top of her costume. Her mask is loose around her throat, her hair wild around her face.

My cock turns diamond-hard.

“We’ll be just outside.” Duncan excuses himself, grabbing Killian on the way out. The door no sooner shuts than I’m on her. Hands in her hair, lips claiming hers, I bruise her mouth with mine while I lift her slender body and cross the room. I slip behind the door of the kitchen and pin her to the wall, driving my hard cock up to push between her legs.

Her perfect fucking shapely ass in my hands, it’s no wonder my beast longs for her. She was made for me.

“This is dangerous,” she whispers. “Someone could catch us.”

“Fucking let them.” I slide her down my body and undo the button of my pants. But Liv doesn’t move. “If you like those shorts, take them off.”

“No.” Liv drops to her knees in front of me, her hands gripping my ass as she stares up. “You seem stressed. How about we try to fix that?” she questions.

“Fuck yes.” The sight of her on her knees, of her hand reaching out to stroke my cock, it’s too much. Leaning forward, she runs her tongue over my head and moans.

“You taste good,” she whispers.

“Then show me,” I order.

She grins up at me, mischief in her pale gaze. “I think you should tell me what you want, Ringmaster. I’m here to serve you.”

This game she’s playing, it’s got me more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. Reaching down, I grip her chin and hold her face so I can see her eyes. “I want you to take my hard cock and put it between those pretty lips of yours. I want to fuck that mouth I’ve been dreaming of since the moment we met.” Her arousal is potent. “Go on, baby.” I pull her face toward my length, and she opens her mouth.

I release her chin as she closes her lips around my cock. The wet heat of her mouth nearly undoes me. Tightening her grip on my ass, she pulls me in. I grip her hair and pump into her as she sucks.

“Fuck yes.”

But it’s not enough. I want more. I pull her off my cock. “Take off your shorts. Now.” She obeys, and I kick out of my pants, tossing them onto the ground. Then, I grip the back of her neck and rip her forward, slamming my mouth to hers. My tongue plunges, taking what I want, and leaving her breathless before I’m pushing her away and lying on the floor.

“Mouth on my cock,” I order. “Pussy in my face.”

She kneels and climbs over me, straddling my face as her tongue swirls around the head of my cock. I slide my tongue over her pussy, and she moans, sinking down onto my cock.

I suck her clit into my mouth and devour her, driving my tongue over her slick pussy while my cock fills her mouth. She’s so damned sweet on my tongue. And when she moans, the vibrations of her throat against my dick send me higher.

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