His body was pure muscle, a work of art. He was all broad shoulders, a massive frame. The dim lighting in here cast shadows that accentuated each dip and curve, and the vee that led to his cock drew my attention. And gods—his length jutted out in all its full glory, better than I could’ve fantasized. His balls hung heavily beneath a thick, long cock that was ridged and bright red and girthier in the middle. His legs were gigantic, as were his arms, and the idea of them wrapped around me or bracing me up amplified the heat pouring through me.
Fuck, I wanted to taste him so badly. I wanted to lick his skin and swallow down that giant length. Except tonight I wasn’tdoing any initiating at all. No, I was his to tease and touch and use. Lust roared through me at the thought.
He dragged his claw along my ass cheek until he stopped close to the sensitive furl of my hole. “You said you can take a demon’s cock, but can you take my knot? Or do I need to come all over this pretty body?”
Ngh. God. Both of those options sounded divine.
However, there was one I’d longed to experience for a long time now. “I can take your knot,” I gasped out as he nipped at the side of my throat.
“Ambitious, aren’t we,” he murmured, the heat of his breath against my skin making me shiver. Each squirm tugged at the bonds around my thighs, around my wrists, around my torso, reminding me I was suspended here for his pleasure. The pressure of them tripped my brain in the best way.
“Always,” I responded, my voice breathy. My balls throbbed, my cock ached, and my whole body hummed with life, as if an electrical current coursed through me.
“I’ll make sure you can,” he said, lowering to his knees. In his current position, his face was level with my bared hole, and the vulnerability sent another rising thrill through me. My body flushed, as if I were embarrassed or ashamed, when in fact I was the furthest thing from. Instead, the longing expanded inside me, threatening to consume me. Because I wanted to be hunted, pinned like prey, and taken hard.
And Cillian was the first lover I’d been with who might be able to deliver.
“What’s this here?” he murmured, his claw lightly skimming along my taint until he gave the jewelry there a light tug.
“Oh,” I gasped out, the sensation strong. “I told you I had piercings.”
“Full of mysteries, aren’t you.”
The flickering lamps cast a sheen over his obsidian horns, ones I itched to touch, and when he looked up at me, his golden gaze had me ensnared. The sheer hunger there was consuming, and that same hunger was taking over me as well. His massive hands wrapped around my thighs, as if they weren’t already spread open, and he gripped tight, the tips of his claws digging into my skin with the slightest sting.
Then he leaned in and licked my hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Pleasure rushed through me at the sensation, at the smooth, hot, wet glide. His tongue writhed against my hole, having far more control than a human’s. He lapped circles around the furled skin until the breaths shuddered out of me, until my thighs started to quake. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Cillian knelt in front of me, unmaking me piece by piece, and I savored every bit of his attention.
His saliva coated my hole, and it relaxed further, more than normal at least.
“Is there something in your saliva?” I gasped out.
Cillian pulled back, and I regretted asking, simply because I didn’t want him to stop. His lips were shiny from spit as he grinned. “It’ll relax you. Now be a good pet and let me continue.”
Fuuuuck, that was hot. I whimpered in response and tilted my head back in surrender. He leaned in again, but this time the tip of his tongue slipped into my entrance. My thighs tightened from the sudden sensation, and my cock ached even more. Cillian slowly pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside me, farther than I’d ever experienced from any of my human lovers. The thick, wet slide of it, the control as he thrust in and out, had me panting. My whole body lit on fire from the sensations as he ate me out like he was starved, like he couldn’t get enough.
Cillian circled his tongue inside me, making it move in an electric way that hit all my buttons—prostate included. I gasped out another ragged moan, not caring how loud I was here. Hehad me hoisted up and splayed open at his mercy, and I lived for every second of this. The way he thrust his tongue inside me felt so damn good I could barely breathe.
Except it wasn’t enough.
“More,” I moaned.
Cillian retracted his tongue, taking the time to lick around my entrance in those intoxicating swirls. He let go of my legs, and I felt a slight sting along my thighs from where his claws had dug in. Then he pushed up and strode over to his nightstand. The click of a bottle was instantly recognizable, and my adrenaline spiked at the sound. At the anticipation of finally getting his thick length inside me.
Cillian stepped in front of me, running the lube up and down his mouthwatering length. The ridges there, the girth that promised to stretch me wide, and the sheer size of it would send me vaulting into the stratosphere. His lips quirked in a sexy-as-sin smile. “Is this what you were begging for?”
I licked my lips, still breathless, but I managed to nod.
“Mm, no, I want to hear you ask for it,” he said, standing right between my legs, the tip of his length inches from my hole. It was so close, and I tried to rock a little in my bonds to see if I could nudge against it. That just made Cillian grin wider, those sharp fangs protruding.
“Please,” I groaned out. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”
“Damn, you beg so prettily. Who would’ve thought?” Cillian’s husky words stroked right through me, and he pressed his tip against my hole. The second he began to push in, the stretch intensified. I had large toys, but fuuuuck, he was larger. I swallowed hard. He eased in the first inch and then grinned. “Regretting saying you could take me?”
“No,” I shot back. “I can take more.”
Cillian’s eyes glinted, a smirk curling those lush lips, then he pushed in farther, and I hit the wall of the thick middle of his cock. The breath rushed from me, the sting of pain and pleasure melding. I gritted my teeth, breathing through my nose.
