Page 74 of Slay Me

My hands grip her ass, and I knead the muscle as I slip my tongue into her pussy. Constant fucking pleasure—that’s what she brings me. I draw out and run my tongue from her clit toward her ass.

She sucks my cock in, nearly choking on me.

“I’m going to fuck you here, Liv. Soon.” Then, I capture her clit again.

Her answering moan damn near undoes me. My release builds as she slides her mouth down on my dick at the same rhythm I fuck her with my mouth.

She comes,hard, and I drink her in, sucking her release down as though it’s the only thing keeping me alive. The moment I feel my own ready, I release her. “I’m going to come,” I warn her. “If you don’t—”

Liv tightens her hold on my legs and moves faster, faster, until my release overtakes me.

“Fuck yes,” I growl as she swallows. “Fuck yes, Liv.”

She slips off of me, then climbs off and faces me. Her face is flush, her pink lips slightly swollen. “That was amazing,” she says softly.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

Liv chuckles and turns away, but I move faster, wrapping an arm around her waist and bringing her back toward me. I grip her ass with one of my hands and squeeze. I slide a finger over her clit, and she sucks in a breath. She feels so damned good. The missing piece of my soul. A woman I want to continue claiming for the rest of my life.

Not just claiming, though. Not anymore. Now, I yearn to earn her love.

Her affection.

We clean up and dress quickly. Fully clothed, Liv turns to me and grins. “We have to stop meeting like this, Ringmaster.”

Snaking a hand around the back of her neck, I pull her toward me and crush my mouth to hers. “Never,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”

Liv smiles. “Challenge accepted.”

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The lights godark in the Big Top, and the echoes of clapping are the only proof of life inside. I turn toward the exit, and the rest of the performers follow, slipping into the private wing of the tent. As soon as we’re hidden from view, Uma brings the lights back, and the audience files out toward the exit and out into the grassy area where they will spend the next few hours playing games, mingling with the side-show performers, and riding the Ferris wheel.

“Excellent performances, everyone,” I comment before heading for the exit that will take me to my apartment. I’ll have to wait until the circus is officially closed before letting the dragon out, but already, I’m itching to feel the wind against my scales.

To free the beast I’ve kept caged and then return to slip between the legs of my mate.

Behind me, I hear the usual murmuring, coupled with a, “He’s in a good mood. Must have gotten laid,” from Brad.

I grin. If only they knew.

The air is warm against my face as I step outside and make my way toward the entrance to the apartment buildings. When I first started this circus, it was a way to make a name for myself. An opportunity to do something more creative than what everyone else was doing. Since I never much cared to have anyone ruling over me, No Man’s Land called me, a beacon beckoning me toward a future where I would be owned by no one. Here, I do the owning, and the control is one hundred percent mine.

I’m just pulling open the door for the stairs when Bracken’s scent fills my lungs. “What is it?” I demand, turning to face him.

“We’ve got a problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

“A couple of fuckers who tried to slip in tonight.”

“Did you deal with them?”

“We figured you might want to be the one to handle them this time, boss.”

Letting the door close, I turn to fully face him. “And why would you think that?”

Bracken’s savage grin answers me before he speaks the words. “They have Ernesto’s mark,” he replies. “And they were trying to sneak into the apartments.”

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