If I thought my female only had blood for me, I was wrong. What she has been keeping between her legs is far, far superior.
I don’t think I’ll ever leave.
KAITLYN
Maybe it was because I knew what would happen, but this time, when Linton sinks his fangs into my wrist, instead of trepidation, I feel the most incredible bliss flowing through my body. With each sucking motion, I fall deeper under his spell, my heart beating in time to every draught he takes. Like he said, this is pleasure, pure and simple. A spike of jealousy fires through me at the thought he might have ever given any other what he is giving me.
No, not jealousy. The jolt is from something else, from the mothman under my skirts, from the fangs scraping at my knickers.
Which have just been…removed! I gasp and then groan as his tongue swipes through my folds, hitting my clit with an unerring accuracy which no human man has ever managed.
Linton is under my dress, licking me out as if I haven’t fed him at all. I can see some wings poking from under my skirt and a pair of feet, but otherwise my mothman is completely shrouded in my voluminous dress, and he is feasting.
I attempt to grab at his head underneath the fabric, but it’s slippery, and I can’t get any purchase. Not that it matters. Lintonabsolutely seems to know what he wants, and he is getting it as his talented tongue continues its fine work, bringing me closer and closer to a climax. All I can do is lean back and hold on to the arms of the chair for the ride, while attempting to keep my noises to a minimum.
Except when he does something incredible to my clit, I groan out loud, cutting it off with a hand over my mouth. If our poor hosts found us like this, they’d surely throw us out on our ears.
Linton redoubles his efforts on my clit, and I clasp my hand over my face harder as he pulls an orgasm from me as easily as extracting my blood. My vision goes completely as my body convulses, my hips lifting, thrusting wantonly at him, shoving my pussy into his face as he completely, completely consumes me, and I release a series of squeaks through my fingers.
When I regain my senses, he’s grinning at me, his face covered in the evidence of my orgasm. He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth. Then he licks at it with his long, dark tongue.
“You have so many tastes, my Kaitlyn.”
I’m still breathing hard, still recovering from the incredible orgasm. No one has ever made me come like Linton has just done.
“I like all of them,” he says with gusto.
“Linton,” I pant, my emotions in turmoil.
He has eaten me out, he has given me a climax like no other. I don’t know what to say, what to do.
“What made you…touch me there?” I eventually gasp.
“If I like what I scent, I will eat it,” he says. “I like you, so I eat you.” His red eyes darken. “All of you, especially between your legs,” he adds with a growl.
“Mr. Linton?” Max walks into our nook.
I shuffle back on the chair and try to look like I haven’t been eaten out by a mothman, all the while my heart racing and my mind in pieces.
Linton growls at him, putting his bulk between the innkeeper and me.
“I’ve heard there is a party of Redcaps on the road,” Max says. “The rumour is they are looking for you.”
“Then let them find me,” Linton snarls.
Max peers round at me. “Is that wise, Mr. Linton? With your mate?”
“I am not his mate,” I hear myself say.
I don’t know what we are. I don’t know why I even let him do what he has done. I swore nothing like this would ever happen again, but here I am, allowing a Bluecap under my dress and to my most intimate parts.
I must be mad.
Linton has dropped his chin to his chest and is glaring at Max.
“We will leave,” he says.
“I will get Joanna to make you a hamper.” Max gives me an encouraging smile.
