Page 32 of Blood Day (Blood Alliance #7)

His hands went still in his hair as my palm met his abdomen. Solid. Hard. Male.

Six didn’t feel like this. He wasn’t soft, but he wasn’t Master Cedric.

Goddess, no one was Master Cedric.

He redefined beauty, captivating me in a way none of my previous Masters ever had. I wanted to memorize every inch of him with my fingers and tongue.

Cleaning him no longer applied.

I wanted something different.

Something sinful.

Something I shouldn’t crave but refused to ignore.

His approval.

His pleasure.

His groans.

My lips went to his pec, the kiss tentative as I glanced up to read his expression. He’d opened his eyes, the dark rings around his pupils fathomless.

His arms were flexed from keeping his hands in his hair.

He appeared to be waiting to see what I would do next.

I was waiting to see what I would do next.

I licked my lips, the motion grazing his chest as well. The watery droplets on his skin were refreshing, making me desire another taste.

So I indulged in the need, parting my lips to place an open-mouthed kiss over his nipple.

Then I started a familiar path down—not because I’d done this on him, but because I’d been trained on what trail to follow. It quickly turned new and exciting, his abdomen a landscape of concaves and tense lines.

I loved it .

Each divot represented an erotic experience, my mouth hungry to navigate and learn every part of him.

When I found the dusting of hair that led down from his belly button, I nearly groaned.

My thighs clenched, warmth flooding through my veins at the notion of intimately exploring him with my tongue.

I fluidly went to my knees, my legs bending in a practiced way while my core strength engaged to keep me steady. The trick was not to touch the male when kneeling, something Master Peyton said the superior species expected of their human servants.

We were only supposed to touch vampires and lycans in an arousing manner, not in any manner meant to aid our efforts. And that included using a Master for balance.

Alas, my fingers protested my movement because I wanted to touch him. To grab his hips and move to his firm backside. To squeeze and revel in the athleticism of his form.

He was so perfect. So handsome. So big .

I nearly gulped as his manhood came within inches of my mouth. The head was wide, but not unmanageable. I could easily wrap my lips around it and swallow.

However, his length gave me pause.

I’d felt it against my lower belly, but seeing it up close provided significantly more detail.

It’s a good thing I took throat training, I thought, my mouth suddenly dry. What if it’s not enough?

“Are you planning to wash me with your mouth?” Master Cedric asked, his tone holding a touch of irritation in it that caused my eyes to return to his.

Tumultuous irises stared down at me, the look rivaling his voice.

I’m taking too long to perform, I realized, my heart skipping a beat .

Humans weren’t supposed to question their superiors. They just took whatever was given to them.

Including accepting a large cock down the throat.

I knew better than to pause and evaluate his size.

This was about his pleasure, something he clearly craved.

And I intended to prove to him that I could properly please him.

“Sorry, Master Cedric,” I whispered as I wrapped my hand around the base of him. “Your impressive size took me by surprise.” I hoped the compliment would defuse the situation.

However, his thunderous expression told me it hadn’t.

I pressed my lips to his bulbous head, hoping to make him forget my infraction.

Except I found my hair wrapped around his fist in the next second.

I opened my mouth, expecting him to drive himself down my throat in anger.

But he pulled me away instead, his own knees bending as he joined me on the floor.

“ This is not the game we’re playing, Lily.

I don’t want your mouth on my cock. I want your hands on my body.

Exploring. Touching. Learning . And I certainly don’t want you sucking me off according to university standards. ”

Ice drizzled through my veins, chasing away the warmth.

He… he doesn’t want me to please him?

“Is this because I failed before?” I asked, confused, as I thought he’d said I hadn’t actually failed. But maybe I’d misunderstood. “I’ve been training. I can do better. I know I paused, but?—”

He yanked on my hair, the action making me wince. “This shower is for you, Lily. Not for me.” His grip lessened then, his gaze falling to my mouth before meeting my eyes once more. “When I fuck your mouth, it will be because you actually want me to, not because you think it’s what I desire.”

“But isn’t it what you want?” I asked, my hand finding his hardness once more. “You’re aroused.”

“Of course I’m aroused, Lily. I’m naked in a shower with you.”

“Then let me please you,” I whispered. “I… I want to please you.” I did. And not just because of the failure before, but because I’d dreamt of it for months. “I want to taste you. I want to see your pleasure.”

Some of the anger left his expression, his eyes searching mine. “I almost believe you.”

“Because it’s true,” I told him.

“This is your training talking.”

I shook my head, then nodded a little because he wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right either.

“I’m trained, yes. But I trained for you.

I want a chance to show you what I know and what I can do.

You said I didn’t really fail. But I want to know what it’s like to pass.

To meet your expectations. To please you . ”

I realized it sounded na?ve and borderline obsessive. But it was the truth.

“You said this game ends when I leave the shower, but I’m still here,” I continued. “And I want to prove to you that I can win. That I can impress you. Please, Master Cedric. Will you let me pleasure you?”