Page 28 of Rejected By the Shifter King

Back inside the bedroom, things moved fast as soon as the door closed. Before she could even wonder what Lysander required a private moment for, he already had her out of her dress and flat on her back on the bed.

"Lysan——oh!"

As soon as he had parted her legs wide open, he had bent his head down to nuzzle the quivering and already-moist triangle between her legs. Mortification immediately burst inside of her even as a thousand thoughts raced in her head.

Lysander. Husband. Mouth, no, wait -Tongue. His Tongue. Down There. Licking - no, wait, not just that. But also...t-t-t-thrustiiiiiiiiiiiiiing—-

I can hear you... MY WIFE.

Her body arched up in an instant, and hearing it was like having the arrow of her pleasure meter swing all the way up to the danger zone, and she was just one pant away from losing her mind. One moment, it was just a tiny, sweet throb, but a moment later, she was close to passing out, her body back to being a feverish, wet, writhing mess.

He knew...he had to have known what it did to her, hearing him of all people call her that, and yet the darn prince had still done it, almost as if he couldn't get enough seeing her shatter to pieces. She could even feel the dark silk of his amusement coursing in between their bodies and more so when he reached for her legs and placed them over broad, rock-hard shoulders that were rocking in silent mirth.

Drowning in embarrassment, Estrella tried to take her legs off but stopped when he squeezed the cheeks of her ass in warning.Do not...move. Can't...move. Until...I...make you...come.

She couldn't help whimpering and squirming at the command, but hanging onto any sensible thought proved to be near impossible once he started tongue-fucking her in earnest. And just as it had been when he had made her go down on her knees and his cock had taken her mouth, the movement of his tongue was just as masterful...just as exquisitely capable at ruining her.

InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut

And as if the rapid pace of his tongue wasn't enough, she could also feel his fingers, which were already slick with her own moisture, pulling her folds wide open. Wider and wider until her pleasure took on a sharpened edge as she felt herself stretched taut underneath his mouth.

Her hips began to move, wildly and wantonly, uncontrollable as his tongue was methodical in its ability to wreak havoc on every inner inch of her. She could feel her mind splintering with every second that passed, and even as she tried her best to hold on and make it last—-

In the end, it was just...too much.

And when she started to break, she could only screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaam.

Screamed and screamed and screamed.

And still, it went on.

Coming for so many minutes that she lost count...and passed out.

The hard, cruel edges of Lysander's lips marginally softened as he felt his wife's legs slowly fall from his shoulders and he heard her quick pants slow down and fade into the steady rhythm of sleep. Still between her legs, he rose up to a crouching position and gazed down at her.

Seeing his wife naked in his bed, with his fingers still gently stroking the flushed folds of her well-pleasured pussy, was enough to have desire coiling tightly within his body, and his inner beast roared with frustrated need.

Tonight.

He could feel his fangs pushing out, and he had to forcefully clench his jaw to keep him from surrendering to the demands of his blood and take his fill of her.

Tonight,he promised his other half. He knew what was at stake, knew what he was capable of destroying if he did not consummate their mating.Tonight,he would make her his.

Unaware of the thoughts running through the prince's mind, Estrella had long succumbed to sleep, her body sated and exhausted in the most wonderful way possible. She dreamt of the start of her happy-ever-after, of Lysander declaring his love, but when she drifted back to consciousness, it was the exact opposite. She woke to the scent of violence, of a fight about to break out...between her husband and her brother.

Domenico!