But then she quiets with a sigh, and her body goes placid against mine. Like all that pent-up need has fled her system and she can finally rest.
However, she holds my tail in place, her grip the only firm thing about her.
If she wants to sleep with me inside her, I won’t fight the urge. In fact, I encourage it instead—by widening my tip and lodging it within her slick channel.
She releases another sound of contentment, her body seeming to snuggle even more into mine. Then she falls into a deep slumber.
With my tail in her pussy.
It’s beautiful. Right.Perfect.
Closing my eyes, I let her hold me in this state, and force myself to ignore my raging need.This is for her, not me,I think.When she’s ready, I’ll unleash my passion. Until then… we’ll sleep.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
VIVI
I feel full.
Replete.
Sexually satisfied.
But there’s something between my legs that’s making me want more. It’s… it’s strange. I’m not even sure where I am or when I fell asleep. But I know I’ve been dreaming of sex.
Ofhim.
God, I always dream of Count Negru. I’m obsessed with a figment. A vampire. A?—
“I’m a Strigoi, Viviana,” a deep voice murmurs, the rumble of it next to my ear. “Stop thinking of me as a vampire. We’re different creatures. And I already told you that the title ofCountis beneath me, too. It’sKing, pet. Or Ciprian… with you.”
I forget how to breathe as reality comes crashing down around me.
Memories of… I’m not sure if they’re from yesterday or earlier today… assault my mind.
Sucking Ciprian’s cock. Being on my knees for what felt like hours. Talking about mating bonds. Trials.Breeding.
My insides clench, and a moan escapes me at how good it feels. There’s something inside me.His tail, I realize, my hand clenching the root.
I dreamt about this—about putting him inside me and riding his triangle tip.
It was real.
Oh God…I pleasured myself with his appendage… while I slept.
Opening my eyes, I find myself curled into his chest, his soft dress shirt pillowing my face.
My interior muscles pulse again, drawing another sound from my lips. It’s needy. It’s intense. It’s… it’s shameless.
He used my mouth. Why can’t I use his tail? It only seems fair.
“You can use whatever part of me you desire, my queen,” he tells me softly. “That includes my tongue… if you prefer it.”
Every part of me spasms in response, my body instantly craving his.
He’s bewitched me somehow. Seduced me.Possessed me.
But I don’t have enough activated brain cells to care.
