I grinned, and with a push, rolled us so I was on top of him. It was time for me to dominate him and finish this.
I dropped down hard, my head dropping back. “Oh, fuck! That’s deep!”
He had no answer except a long, guttural moan.
Also, I didn’t care about any inhibitions at that moment. I was taking my climax out of his cock. I started rocking myself over him, sliding his shaft against my clit as it left and returned to my depths.
I dropped myself hard on his cock, over and over.
I squeezed the muscles that caressed him, holding him tight inside my pussy. I panted, “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”
Hands found my bouncing breasts, my tight, excited nipples. Erotic sensation passed through me from his calloused hands. I was driving us both to the brink as fast and as hard as I could.
“Keep going, Gwen. God, that pussy’s so tight.” He grabbed my hips, shoving his own up against me hard. Again and again. “So damn good. So damn good.”
I squeezed him as I bobbed up and down on his shaft.
He grunted the whole time, each time.
“I’m coming!” There was no stopping it as I shoved him deep inside again. With an unexpected brush of his finger over my clit, I flew.
The climax took me hard, and I snapped my eyes open, catching his gaze at the moment his own orgasm took hold and rushed his cum up into my cunt.
My body shook as I landed hard on his chest, my breathing labored. My eyelids fluttered as reality settled down onto my shoulders. I had done it.
And it hadn’t been terrible…not at all.
Shit.
Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this.
* * *
He was snoring next to me.
I stared at the ceiling, wide awake and naked.
It felt…good.
Warm. Almost…cozy.
How much of that was the Blood Rite, how much of it was me, and how much of it was the insufferable asshole who had fucked me—I didn’t know.
And the damn overlord. The man had fuckingwinkedat me, as if he were proud of my actions. Proud to see me slipping into another man’s room for devious purposes—because he damn well knew what I was doing. I had thought… What the hell had I thought?
That the overlord and I had a special connection?
Fuck me.
I was screwed in the head for even thinking that.
Sitting up, I swung my legs off the bed. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror. I still had on the stupid makeup, now smeared and gruesome. I wanted to laugh, but I had to stay quiet. I extracted the shift from the golden, weird magic on the floor and dropped it over my head, grabbing the rest of my clothes and carrying them. Trying to get dressed in the freezing, clinging mist snaking up my legs was not appealing.
There was no way I could stay here and roll in for the Challenge from his room. No way. Some of them already wanted to pair me with him, and I didn’t need to encourage that.
Naked under my shift, I walked out of his not-nearly-as-dark room into the hallway and made my way back to my apartments through the dozens of drunken bodies in the corridors, sleeping, fucking, giggling—all hung over or still partying from the Blood Rite.
I closed the door to my room and sat on the edge of my bed. The sheer lust and fulfillment the druid had given me passed through my mind again. I flopped back.
