“Yeah,” Ena said, almost incapable of forming words.
“Good,” he said, lowering his lips and kissing her gently right on her clit. Ena’s body twitched in response. “Keep being a good girl and tell me what else you like.”
He swirled his tongue around her clit once, twice, then placed his mouth over it and sucked—hard. Ena gasped as Ty pulled back and chuckled darkly.
He was enjoying this. Enjoying toying with her, making her react.
And as much fun as it was losing herself to pleasure and letting him take control, she couldn’t let him have all the power.
She snaked her hand down her front and used her finger to swirl around her bud, which was still wet from Ty’s ministrations. Ty watched her, enraptured, as she stuck the finger inside herself, moving it in and out slowly.
“I like this too,” she said as he looked at her, unblinking.
She pulled the finger out, and Ty grabbed her hand as she did, bringing it to his mouth and sucking the taste of her off her fingers. The feeling of his warm, wet mouth around her finger drove her wild, and she watched as his eyes darkened.
“As sweet as you thought it would be?” she asked, her voice coming out sultry and breathless.
“Sweeter. You’re the most delicious breakfast I’ve ever had.”
Ena smiled, a small giggle escaping her at his words.
“Now stop talking while I make you come so hard you forget your own name,” he said, then he full-on stuck his tongue inside her. He moved it in and out before licking up her center, swirling around her clit again and again until he stuck his own finger inside her. It was so much bigger than her own, she couldn’t help but gasp again.
He pumped it in and out in a perfect rhythm, and her hips started chasing his movements as he licked her. She couldn’t help herself—she reached down and grabbed his hair with both hands, pushing him harder into her as she ground against his tongue, moaning loudly.
He growled in pleasure at her enthusiasm, licking her faster in time with his finger as he added a second one to join the first.
He pumped them in and out hard, and when he curled them slightly, stroking her from the inside, Ena lost it—her orgasm tore through her as she cried out, her legs shaking as the waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed through her. Involuntarily, her knees fell apart further, as she slumped back on the bed.
Ty pulled back. She could see her wetness glistening on his lips and in his beard. Part of her wanted to feel embarrassed about it, about how wet he now was because of her, but Ty looked so pleased as he smiled at her, she knew there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
She looked down and could see his thick cock, erect and ready between his legs. Pushing herself up onto her elbows to see him better, she looked him in the eye. “Come here,” she said, her voice desperate and seductive.
Ty leaned over her as she reached for his cock, stroking her hand up and down it, pumping it teasingly, but then a loud knock on the door rang through the room.
Ty turned to look at the door. “Shit,” he said, sounding frustrated. “Coming!” he yelled at the door.
He picked up his discarded shirt and threw it on before striding to the door. Ena pulled her own shift down and sat on the edge of the bed as he opened it, revealing anotherimperistanding in the doorway.
This one, a man, was dressed in regular attire, but still wore the collar, and if Ena had to guess, she’d say he was a daemon, because her Knowing couldn’t sense a thing.
“Sorry to disturb you, sir. Here’s the breakfast you requested.”
“Thank you,” Ty said, as the man handed Ty a tray of food.
“And I’ve been sent with a message from Dev. He wishes to speak with you as soon as possible.”
“Alright,” Ty said with a sigh, stroking his beard as he thought. “Tell him I’ll meet him in an hour.”
The man nodded briefly before turning to leave, and Ty closed the door behind him, bringing the tray over to the table.
“What was that?” Ena asked.
“I forgot I requested breakfast be brought to us at this time,” he said.
Ena recalled what Lara had told her last night, about the upper-level daemons being served by the king’s kitchen. She’d never had breakfast brought to her like this before, and although she felt slightly guilty that theimperiwere the ones forced to work in the kitchens, she had to admit, it was surprisingly nice.
“I see,” Ena said, moving to join Ty at the table. “And who’s Dev?”
