Page 29 of A Curse So Vile

Heartlanders were notorious for being prudish, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to coax Cole out of his shell.

Cole groaned against her cunt, hardly able to keep the same tempo he had before.

Brenna gyrated wildly against him, seeking precious friction as she worked his cock head to stem. She loved the thought of how foreign this must be to him. In the Den, it was common because her people enjoyed being immersed in the sight, smell, and flavor of their lovers. Brenna had hoped covering Cole’s eyes would strengthen his other senses, and he’d lose himself.

Clearly, she was right, because as she licked, sucked, and jerked him off, he bucked up urgently, seeking release.

He recovered his abilities, lapping at her skillfully, circling the tiny bud that brought her so much pleasure. She tried to stave off her passion, timing hers with his, but Cole was a master of his craft and once the spark was lit, there was little she could do to thwart the inferno.

Perhaps him taking orders isn’t always a bad thing, though.

She popped off his cock and whispered, “Come with me,” giving a few salacious licks before sucking him in again, increasing her speed with her mouth and hand.

Almost immediately, his muscles grew tense. He was close.

And she was right at the edge.

As she fell, his salty seed exploded into her mouth, coating her tongue. It was the most erotic sensation she had ever experienced. Never had she timed her passion so perfectly, allowing her to come in tandem with a mate, and as she released his cock from her mouth, he continued, licking her insistently into a second wave of pleasure.

No man had ever sated her sofully.

When she was done, and her blood stilled, she fell to her side, her limbs completely numb. Cole yanked off the belt, rolled over, and positioned his head against her butt.

“Is my lady well sated?” he said lazily.

She giggled lightly, like a maiden. “Extremely and in dire need of rest.”

It wasn’t often she allowed herself to fall asleep with her lovers, but with Cole, it felt right. Something about his presence calmed her, and with so little time left in this world, she craved the peace he brought to her spirit.

9

COLE

Cole woke to feelings of guilt.

He’d never neglected his sister before. Not since she’d been cursed.

While he reasoned it was now his responsibility to serve Brenna, as was their agreement, he was far too fond of their night together to make it anything less than treasonous.

He rolled out of bed as Brenna stretched. Images of her lithe body danced through his mind, and when he pressed his eyes closed to banish them, they grew stronger.

There is no time for this.

He pulled on his clothes, hoping he didn’t reek of sex. One look in the mirror had him searching for a comb, but that was in his pack, which was in the room with his sister and Dorthea.

Cupping a handful of the stagnant tub water, he styled his hair as best he could and removed the scent of Brenna from his beard.

He’d met his fair share of lusty women before, but none of them were quite so worldly as Brenna. He wasn’t used to a woman being so eager to please him, and the sight of her sucking his cock would forever be burned into his brain.

Brenna let out a chirpy moan as she rolled to her side to look at him.

He’d always had a picture in his head of what Dusklander women looked like, and it was nothing like Brenna. Her skin was far too tanned and her eyes too green. She’d said her grandmother was from Cresite Terras and it showed.

Again, his mind wandered to the secrets of her flesh, but as much as he’d love to dwell on the curve of her hip and that wry grin she casts him when she’s eager to suck his cock, his sister lay dying in the next room.

Would there ever be an end to his shame?

Not in this life, and he didn’t know if there’d be a next.