Page 11 of Slake His Thirst

Once they’d exited through the doors of the conservatory, Lucius lifted her up and carried her. He stalked with her through empty hallways and up a private staircase to another empty corridor.

“You sent orders to clear the hallways,” she mused as he carried her through a doorway into a suite of rooms. She inhaled his scent as he nodded.

“We are in the middle of our mating. I don’t want distractions.”

He didn’t release her until they were in a massive stone bathroom. He gently set her on her feet on a soft rug, and she looked around the space. She’d seen the massive living room, done in dark colors with a high, coffered ceiling and a large fireplace. French doors lined the wall, and sheer curtains let in moonlight. It was the same in the bedroom, but the four-poster bed looked as if it’d been carved for a giant. The design was a mix of old-world antique and modern luxury.

She watched with growing need as he removed his shoes and jeans. He lifted her shirt while she was attempting to decipher the tattoos on his arms. “You’ve been quiet since seeing my memories, Sage.”

“We both have been… Do something for me,” she said when she wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Anything.” He said, and she could feel he meant it. He led her into the walk-in shower. The warm spray on her skin made her moan.

“I know everything about you, and I think you know everything about me. Let me into your mind.” She opened the block on her own thoughts, allowing him to feel all she couldn’t put into words.

He groaned, pulling her into his chest, and she used the opportunity to run her hands all over his back and ass. She burrowed her head against him, enjoying the warmth, the safety she felt in his arms. In his memories, she’d seen all that he wanted to do to her, and she wanted it too. She wanted him in the filthiest ways, and she let him see all of the needs she’d never shared with anyone. Somehow, it was easier that way.

His breaths were coming harder and faster. His cock throbbed against her stomach.

She whispered into his mind, “Please. I need to know what you’re thinking, Lucius. About me. Not me as a mate but the real me. The me only you could truly know.”

When he opened his mind to her, it nearly buckled her. His emotions and thoughts were so raw and intense that she gasped against him.

Her mind was a whirlwind of lust and caring. Love? He touched her then. She felt him soaping her aching body, relaxing her. His desire to care for her was almost as strong as his need to be inside her. “Does this answer your questions, little one?”

“Yes,” she moaned into their connection.

He took her lips in a ruthless kiss that shattered all thought. She was a being of emotion, both his and her own. Nothing existed but desire and love. His tongue mingled with hers. She felt the tile against her back then groaned as he slid inside her. He circled his hips, rubbing against her clit until she cried out. After several long, hot minutes, they came together in a frenzied rush.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered after they managed to catch their breath and her feet were back on the ground. Her mind and body were a whirring mass of need all over again, and she wasn’t sure how that was possible. Frenzy.

Lucius tilted her head to look at him. “I want you to lick off all the come. I want you to taste yourself on my cock. You wanted my thoughts, and now I have yours, little one. I can feel how turned on you are.”

She groaned, knowing he was seeing her fantasies. With inhuman speed, he left the shower only long enough to grab a towel and tossed it to the floor. “Now, Sage.” The authority in his tone got her so damned hot.

She sank to her knees in front of him, and he tilted his cock to her lips. His eyes were on hers when she lapped at the tip, teasing him.

“If you want a spanking, ask. For now, suck.” He ground the words out.

She was getting wet all over again. She slid her fingers between her thighs, feeling his come sliding from her body. She lifted her fingers to his cock, painting it on before licking it off as he watched. She closed her eyes at the taste. He was so sweet, so different and good, like a treat she would never tire of. She took his massive cock to the back of her throat, licking and sucking as if she could never get enough. The animalistic noises he made spurred her on.

“Swallow. You can take me into your throat. Do it.” God. She was going to come. She breathed through her nose and swallowed over and over until he slid deeper than she’d ever taken a man. He was so big, so long and thick. She could feel everything she was doing to him. She was so close to coming. It was the most intense thing she’d ever done.

She moved her hand from her pussy so she could stroke him as she sucked. “Good girl. Make me come. Swallow it all.”

She moaned around him as she shifted back, almost letting him pop from her lips before taking him all the way into her throat again, swallowing over and over until he was growling and coming for her. His hands slid into her wet hair, holding her far more gently than his words had suggested. She savored every drop, licking her way back to the tip. He never seemed to fully soften.

When she looked up, she saw a fierce look on his face. He had her in the bed so fast she gasped. She felt soft material against her wet back. He looked down at her as if he would devour her, and that was exactly what he had in mind. Her breathing was labored as images of what he wanted to do to her played in her mind.

Every touch, every emotion was so intense that she felt like she wanted to crawl inside him. There was a whirring in her chest and stomach she couldn’t understand. “Your soul is pushing to connect with mine. That’s what you’re feeling, Sage. Now spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”

She swallowed hard while doing as ordered. His eyes flashed with raw hunger before he came down between her thighs. His talented tongue slid into her, licking her. “You taste so damned good.” He groaned as he slid his tongue inside her again. She writhed, feeling everything he was feeling along with her own desire. It was too much and not enough. He teased and tormented, moving to nip the insides of her thighs then eating her as if starved. “Bend your knees and let me see your little ass.”

She whimpered as she moved. His fingers lightly slid over the hole, and he sent a mental image of what he was seeing. “So pretty. You’re so wet, your juices slid here.” He licked her tiny back entrance, and she nearly came off the bed. “I want this, Sage. I want to come in your tight ass. I know you’ve never taken anyone here and I want it.”

“Yes,” she cried out.

He leaned in and sucked on her clit while one of his fingers toyed with her back hole. In seconds, she came, her body convulsing as his finger pushed inside her. She rode it uncontrollably. She felt his need to dominate, and it was sexier than anything she’d ever known. He needed to claim every single inch of her, and she wanted to give him everything as much as she felt his need to give her the world.

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