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I slipped down to the base with a hard grip. His hips bucked up, forcing his shaft into my hands. More moisture dribbled down the length.

There was something alluring about the creature’s reaction to my touch. That lust that had spawned earlier flooded between my legs. He turned me on more with just his cock in my hand than fucking Andrew. Wanting him was sick and wrong, but it wouldn’t stop.

His claws rested against the rounded parts of the armrests. It gave me a better look at his hands. His fingers were longer than a human's and there was a sharpness to each dip and turn that mimicked his other features.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, wrapping my mouth around the tip. Now that it wasn’t being used as a tool to choke me, I took a moment to savor the thick liquid.

It tasted . . . good?

My eyes widened, and I ran my tongue across the tip to collect more of his pre-cum. He grunted, and his hands curled harder into his throne. I peeked up at him, and he watched me through lowered eyelids, the onyx of his eyes reflecting the flames flickering in the hearth.

I rolled my tongue along the side of his shaft, and he gasped, lips parting. After lifting off him, I turned my head to run my tongue up his textured length. Liquid dripped from the top and traveled down his inhuman shaft. I licked lower, passing the divots until I stopped at the small nodes surrounding his base.

I ran my hands upward to guide him into my mouth again, and this time I bobbed my head down until his tip pressed against the back of my throat. He hissed, and a high-pitched creak reached my ears. I didn’t let it distract me. Saliva dribbleddown his shaft, and I twisted my hands around his base. This was filthy, but my life depended on this.

A deep rumble built in his throat, and his hips pumped up. I gagged but managed to keep my rhythm, using my hands on the rest of him to make up for what I couldn’t take in my mouth. He breathed raggedly, and his hips lifted again. He used his grip on his throne as a perch to pump deeper into my mouth.

Slowly, I dragged my hand down to his base, and then slipped it lower and felt for the heavy weight of his sack. Instead, I found two smooth, round protrusions tight to his body. I ran my hands over the dips, gently rubbing. He grunted like I’d sucker punched him. The orbs were velvety and heavy.

I rubbed my finger in the tight little divot running between them while licking his tip and squeezing his shaft. He leaned forward with a groan and then slumped back. His hips pumped into my mouth, insistently pushing himself deeper. Something about his pleasure sparked mine to life. I hated the need pulsing inside me, but his reactions were addicting. I managed to keep control of the depth, rolling and touching in conjunction with the bob of my head. My eyelashes fluttered and I couldn’t contain my moan. Touching him was turning me on to a painful extent.

His cock stiffened until it was rock hard under my grip, and so suddenly, he exploded. Jets of cum coated my tongue, and I didn’t stop my rhythm, taking, and touching, and rubbing. His sweet and salty taste was oddly addicting. I struggled to swallow, and the sheer volume made it impossible to take every drop.

His shaft jerked again, and a vein running up the length pulsed under my palm.

I peeked up to find his head tipped back and his fangs on full display, pleasure licking across his features. There was something so utterly erotic about the visual. I squeezed mythighs tightly together, needing to relieve the pressure between them.

Cum trickled from the corner of my mouth, trailing down my chin. He released a hissing breath, and his hips thrust up one last time.

Rolling my tongue across the tip once more, I pulled back and sat back on my legs, putting me much lower than him. His eyes snapped open, and he leaned forward so fast that I didn’t have time to avoid him gripping my jaw.

The tips of his claws pressed into my cheeks, and I flinched.

“What have you done to me?” he snapped.

I could only gawk. “Speak,” he hissed.

My lips parted and closed, and I tried to shake my head, but all I managed was to make the side of his claw dig into my cheek until it stung. He released me so abruptly, I fell backward.

He stood, and his wings stretched out, moving behind him. He leaned down until he ran the back of his claw against the corner of my mouth.

“What have you done?” he repeated, as if I suddenly had the answer.

“You orgasmed,” I said hesitantly but with no less strength in my voice. Instead of addressing my comment, he gripped the back of my neck and forced me upright. I gasped, scrambling to stand on numb feet. He strode toward the hallway, towing me beside him.

My heart pounded against my ribcage. This was it, if I disappeared down the hall, I didn’t believe I would walk out of here alive.

“I’m not going back to that cold room with the dead woman. We made a deal, you promised to consider releasing me!”

He stopped so abruptly I almost fell, even with his grip on my neck. I tried to turn my head to look at him but could only go sofar with his thumb claw about to puncture my throat. His head slowly turned toward me.

“I considered it.”

With that, he continued dragging me, and with each staggering step after him, my anger mounted. This wasn’t fair.

I shoved his side, ramming my shoulder into him, not caring if his nail sliced open my jugular. The sharp edge of the claw lifted, managing not to harm me. He apparently didn’t want me dead—at least not yet. The realization slapped me across the face.I just wish I knew why.

“You liar.”