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I grip the sides of the tub and twist around to face him as he releases my throat. When I finally meet his eyes, right side up and without the rosy haze of an oncoming orgasm, I see what is different.

Dried blood marks his face and splatters his chest.

“What happened?” I gasp, pulling myself up to kneel in the tub.

I cradle his jaw in my hands and run a thumb over a dark red ribbon of blood that cuts across his cheek. It falls away in flakes.

“Brotherhood business. Nothing you need to worry about.” He grabs my wrists and pulls one hand off his jaw, turning my palm upwards. “I promise, I’ll tell you when it’s something you need to know.”

“Does this have to do with Maximus?” I ask. When I’d asked Rook how the search was going earlier tonight, he’d told me they hadn’t been able to find him and that they believe he’ll show up at Freddy’s next event. “Did you find him?”

“No, baby. But you don’t have to worry about that,” he whispers.

I want to ask more. I want to tell him that I do worry. I like his brothers and Eden. I don’t want to see them hurt. But then he lowers his mouth to my palm, his massive curved horns dropping down to trap me between their smooth tips, and I can’t speak. His pointed tongue darts out and flicks over the sensitive center of my hand. He covers the damp spot with a featherlight kiss. The delicate touch sends shockwaves down to my clit, and I whimper.

“Still needy, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he growls, “because it’s your turn to clean me up.”

He grabs me under my arms and lifts me out of the bathtub. As my body slides up his, I feel his ridged cock slide against my belly. It is so hard and thick, I let out a moan thinking of him inside me.

“Patience, baby. You’ll get my cock when I say you do.”

He lays me over his shoulder, my soaked body dripping over the bathroom floor, and carries me into the large shower stall. He unceremoniously sets me on my feet in the far corner of the stall.

“On your knees,” Titan commands, “and show me what is mine.”

I drop to the tiled floor, careful not to slip. Once in position, I spread my thighs wide, exposing my swollen, wet cunt to him fully. A smirk curves around fangs as he looks me up and down, but he sucks in a sharp breath as his gaze lowers over my spread slit.

“Do not move until I give you permission.”

I nod, too enthralled by his stiff, bobbing length to form words.

He turns on the shower and moves quickly, grabbing the washcloth with his tail. He starts with his wings and moves to his chest and arms. He scrubs every inch of his stone flesh until the pink water runs clear and not a speck of red is left on him.

For a moment, I’m disappointed. I thought I’d be involved in the process, but then he turns to face me. I swallow hard and fight the urge to clench my thighs together. His claw is wrapped around his cock as he makes slow, lazy strokes down the shaft. His eyes are heavy-lidded but focused on me.

“Get over here and clean my cock, baby girl.”

I drop to my hands and knees and crawl to him through the water, kneeling as I reach his feet. From this angle, as I look up at him, he is all dramatic cuts and hard shadows. It is like being at the foot of an ancient monument. I want to worship him and lay myself out as a human sacrifice.

Titan fists my messy bun in his claws and yanks me down on his cock. I gag immediately at the sudden and massive intrusion, and the feeling makes my pussy flood.

With my hands gripping his muscular thighs, I bob my head on his shaft, working my way down to the sensitive ridges at the base. I remember hearing the animalist groan he’d let out when I sucked him there before, and I want to hear it again. The domed head hits the back of my throat, and I tell myself to relax and take him further.

“Good girl,” Titan groans, his claws digging into my hair, seemingly unconsciously pushing me further down his cock until my lips wrap around the raised ridges.

His strangled moan is incentive enough to push through the aching jaw and work my tongue and lips over the now swollen bumps. I explore their peaks and valleys with the tip of my tongue, and I suck down hard.

I move my hand from his thigh to cup his heavy balls. They are gray and marbled like the rest of him, but he is so much softer here. I test the weight of him in my hands, massaging gently as I continue to deep throat him.

Flicking my tongue in the valley of his ridges, I feel his balls tighten in my hand, and I give them a gentle squeeze. Titan lets out a roar of pleasure, slapping his tail against the ground with the intensity of it.

“That’s enough.”

He is close, I can feel it. I suck harder, moving my mouth over him faster.

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