Page 33 of Wicked Magik

Oryx arranged the bed by piling extra pillows against the wall. Although there was no bed frame, his careful stacking of cushions from a nearby couch created a similar effect. He devoted extra attention to making the bed especially comfortable for me while I lingered in the bathroom.

He trusted me, and I trusted him.

I couldn’t help it. I was drawn to him more than any other…person I have ever known. It could have been my lack of connection with anyone else before or something else entirely.

He has laundered the same set of clothes for me each day. I've kept my underwear and bra hidden, washing those myself, as Ipreferred not to have him deal with my delicates. At night, they dried in the bathroom since he had no need to use it for any bodily functions. His body absorbed everything.

Weird.

I hid them on the back of the door to dry, so far he hasn’t said anything when he goes to groom himself. He’s either that innocent or doesn’t ask. As blunt as he is, I fear he is that obtuse.

With each conversation, his intellect expands. It frustrates me that this Lord doesn't invest time in him. I'm confident Oryx would become an incredible reader. We've spent the entire day reading, and he's starting to grasp words rapidly, as if they were long-lost memories.

"The bed is prepared," he says wearily as he lies down on the sheets. He reaches for the chains attached to the wall and fastens them around his ankles.

I worry he will become uncontrollable in the night, but again, he’s not hurt me after all these days so I am hoping even in his unconsciousness he will be just the same.

I hoped.

I emerged wearing the oversized, white tunic provided for sleep. He's been curious about my appearance beneath it. He gazes at me, tilting his head side to side, but remains silent. He hasn't attempted to touch the places I've declared private and untouchable.

I’ve made him into the consent monster he should be.

He let out a sigh as I walked over to the bed, where a huge mass of thick hair spread across the blankets. I settled near the wall and draped a blanket over my legs. Without hesitation, he moved towards me and rested his head on my lap.

I laughed. “Would you rather have a pillow there? My legs can’t be that comfortable.”

He let out a bullish huff and shook his head. “No.” Oryx wrapped his arms around my thighs and nuzzled further into mybody. His head was just at the apex of my thighs and my body stiffened as he buried his nose deeper.

I gently stroked Oryx's hair, feeling the coarse strands beneath my fingertips. His actions were always so unexpected, yet strangely comforting. Despite his huge size and strength, there was a gentleness about him that I found nice. As he nuzzled closer to me, I felt a sense of warmth spreading through me when his nose hit a particular spot.

Oh dear.

Oryx nestled closer between my legs. "Mm, your scent is even more intense here.”

My eyes widened and I pushed on his horns. “Oryx, you should stop that, go to sleep.”

He groaned. “I can’t, I need more of this scent. All over me.”

I let out a shuttering breath when he pulled off the blanket that covered my legs. His cooler snout rubbed against my warm thigh and I gasped. “No, Oryx! You can’t!”

Yes, please,I thought when I felt his tongue graze the outside of my pussy.

While I have lost my virginity to a random stranger, just to say I was no longer a virgin, and it not being some sort of reward for some damn male and their ego, I’ve never had anyone’s tongue nearthere.

“But you just said,yes please…” he snorted and used his long tongue to lick from the bottom to the top of my clit.

I shook my head and braced myself, trying to push myself away from him. “I did not!”

Hmm, yes.

Oryx snarled. “You said yes again.”

I bit my lip.I was only saying it in my head, he can’t read my mind, can he?

“I can read your mind?” He asked and lifted his head. He pawed at me, pulling me down until he was on top of me. Ipanted, my tunic above my thighs, exposing my lower half to him.

“Say something,” he growled.