Page 4 of Broken Souls

Hel.

My pussy’s pulsing around his cock and against his hand, trembling with the need to come. The blood bonding ritual we just started, which will bind us as mates for all eternity and allow us to feel each other’s emotions as our own at all times unless blocked once it is completed, let me feel how good his cock felt when he came – just for a moment, a spark of connection between us that’s now gone. But it was enough for me to know that I want that. Need that. Am so desperate for that same release.

But I don’t reach down between my thighs. Don’t play with my nipples as I imagine his mouth on them, sucking and licking and nibbling. Even when I sense him fall asleep through our budding bond, I don’t disobey his command.

No coming until the morning.

Fucking.

Hel.

But Varius clearly wakes up easily – unsurprising given how paranoid he is – and he will not hesitate to punish me again. My ass burns from the stretching he forced upon it, but my pussy kegels at the memory of him doing so. His ability to brush up against my line between pleasure and pain, between forcing and coaxing me to take more has left me fuckingwrecked.

Rocking my pussy against his hand, I bite back a small whimper before stilling my hips. As much as I want to fuck him into oblivion, I’m a bit worried about the punishment he will give me. The memory of the two anal plugs he came into my room with a few months ago pops into my mind.

One had a fox tail attached to it, and had I disobeyed about wearing underwear to our engagement party,while wearing a dress that was damn near mesh,he would have made me wear it.

In front of myentirefamily. His entire family. All twelve of his capos and their seconds. All the assassins I trained with. And some of the most powerful Families in America.

So I don’t move as I lie in his arms. Don’t take what I want as he sleeps.

I close my eyes and pull on my training. I nearly died three months ago after having my side ripped open from my breast to my hip. My organs fell out, and I died for a few minutes. I survived that, so I can handle this.

I can…

My thighs clench, and I whimper.

It takes me hours, but I finally manage to fall asleep.

I dream of him kneeling behind me, with my pussy in his face. His tongue is inside me, scooping up his cum and mine before he spits it all over his cock. Using it as lube, he fucks me in the ass. Hard and feral. A second cock grows out of him and fills my pussy. One of his new tails slides between my breasts, then feathers down my stomach to enter my pussy too. The other tail presses against my lips. Something sucks on my clit.

My thighs shake. My toes curl.

And unknowingly, outside of the dream, I comehard.

I jerk awake, my heart hammering, my brain telling me there is danger. I try to sit up, but I find my hands are bound above my head, spread out to each corner of the bed. And there is a towel folded under my hips.

“I told you this pussy is mine,” Varius growls.

“What are you –” I cry out as pleasure erupts from my pussy. I arch off the bed as my thighs clench around his head. He buries his tongue between my lips, licking me in one long stroke before latching onto my clit and humming. I jerk off the bed, my hips the only thing rising for my legs are tied down too, silk wraps around my ankles. The buzz of his humming has me crying out, then screaming.

I twist against my binds as an orgasm builds fast. I try to hold it back, worried I’m not supposed to come, but I can’t stop it.

His mouth doesn’t let me.

Crying out, I jump off the edge of cloud nine and swan dive into paradise.

“Given you’re so desperate to come,” Varius says as he lifts his head and kisses my thigh, “I’m going to let you.”

My eyes open wide as I stare at the ceiling. I’m breathing hard. My pulse is racing. And my brain is still telling me there is danger despite my body feeling utterly amazing.

He licks my clit, and I try to jerk away, too sensitive to be touched. But my binds don’t let me move far, and he is back on me before I can stop him. My toes curling, I thrash under him. “Varius,” I pant as my body trembles.

Locking his mouth around my clit, he starts to hum, then suck. I try to squeeze my legs together, to deny him access so I can breathe, but he doesn’t let up, doesn’t relent. There is no mercy, no world outside his lips. I can’t concentrate on anything other than the pleasure he’s forcing on me.

My hands fisting, wishing they were in his hair, I orgasm again.

My hips lift, burying his face further into my pussy. He pushes a finger inside of me, and the tremors of my orgasm has me squeezing around him.