The tip that was just inside me.
My thighs clench in response, the very real visual nearly sending me spiraling again.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
His eyes meet mine, and I swear I see a ghost of a smile cross his features, but then his stoic mask returns. “If you don’t eat, I will hurt you. And that’s unacceptable to me.”
I blink, his tone harsh and utterly unexpected. “Are you threatening me?”
He stares at me, his brow furrowing a bit. “Yes, I’m a threat to you. That’s why I need you energized. So stop disobeying me andeat.”
“I’m notdisobeying,” I tell him. “I’moverwhelmed.”
“Hmm,” he hums. “How very human of you.”
“Because I’m a human,” I snap back, starting to feel more like myself again. Whateverthateven means.
I’m bewildered. I’m excited. I’mthoroughlypleased. And…Ugh!I cannot believe I just let him do that to me.
Using my hands on his shoulders, I push myself upright. It does little to restore my dignity since I’m straddling his lap with my dress bunched around my hips—thanks to his tail—and completely exposed.
However, I ignore that and force myself to meet his burning gaze. “You know about my research.” It’s not a question but a statement. “You know who I am.”
His jaw ticks. “This is a boring conversation. Either eat or I’ll move on to fucking you.”
I narrow my gaze. “I haven’t consented to that.”
Or to you putting your tail between my legs,I think.
Though, I don’t add that part out loud since the evidence of my enjoyment is still glistening near his mouth.
“Kings don’t require consent.”
“Of course they don’t,” I mutter. “So you’re going to compel me?”
He cants his head as his tail trails up my leg again. “I think I just proved that compulsion isn’t required to ensure your compliance, pet.”
I try to move, to close my thighs, to dosomethingto stop him, but his arm is steel against my back again as his triangle tip finds my entrance and pushes inside.
A startled gasp escapes me at the intrusion, because he’s instantly stretching me again, and I swear he’s forcing me totake even more than before. “That burns,” I hiss at him, trying futilely to escape his hold.
But he drags me closer until his mouth is hovering against mine. “Stop squirming,” he demands. “I already warned you once that I’m new to this, and I will be most displeased if you make me hurt you.”
“I’m notmakingyou do anything,” I grind out, my eyes threatening to close at the sensations ripping through my body.
God,I hate how good that feels.
It’s hot. It’s rhythmic.It’s so fulfilling.
“You’re… you’remakingme…” I can’t finish the statement, my heart pounding too loud for me to hear. “Please…” I’m not sure if I want him to stop or keep going.
It’s too much.
He’s putting too much inside me.
Expanding me too severely.
His lips brush mine as he whispers something I can’t hear over the thudding in my ears. Then I feel air in my mouth, like he’s forcing me to inhale every part of him.
