Page 42 of Wicked Captor


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“Please, baby,” she whispered in his ear, flicking out her tongue to run along the column of his neck.

Fates, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut.The ‘baby’ did him in.As if he could ever deny his female anything when she asked so sweetly.

Still…he needed some assurance.

Reaching out to either side of him, so that his arms were splayed wide, the cords of muscles shifting under his flesh, Devix grasped onto the thick rods that kept the sleeping platform in place.

“I vow that I will not release these without your permission,luxiva,” he rasped.

“Wait,” she said.“Take your shirt off first.”

Devix did as she requested, ripping the material in his haste before he tossed it over the sleeping platform edge.Then, he grasped the rods, his forearms flexing.

In another moment, his female proved herself impatient as she threaded the cords from his leg coverings, pushing them down over his hips until they stretched around his upper thighs.

“Oh my God,” his female breathed, coming up to kneel at his side on the sleeping platform, sitting back on her heels.Cara’s eyes tracked down his exposed flesh, biting her bottom lip.

“What is it?” he asked, frowning.

“You’re…you’rehuge,” she murmured, never taking her eyes from his cock, which pulsed from her rapt attention.

Devix raised a brow, glancing down at his cock, bobbing on his abdomen, dripping opalescent pre-cum in between the slab of muscles there.

Trepidation hit him.Was his size not acceptable to his female?

“You do not have to—” he began.

“No,” she said, cutting him off.Before he could move to hitch his leg coverings back up, she grasped the base of his cock, making him hiss with pleasure, his hands tightening around the rods of the sleeping platform.

“Luxiva!”

“I was just surprised is all,” Cara said, her hand, impossibly soft and warm, clenching around him.“I knew you were big, but notthisbig.”

“Is my cock a problem for you, female?” he gritted out, torn between thrusting into her grip or lying still so he didn’t embarrass himself.

“Oh no,” she breathed, leaning over him to give him a kiss, tangling her tongue with his.He wondered if she could taste herself there, his wicked, wicked female.“Your cock is definitelynota problem.”

Relief flooded him.Perhaps if his female ever honored him enough to accept him as a mate, hewouldn’thurt her with his size.

Devix groaned when she broke the kiss and then shuffled until she was situated between his spread legs.

“You’re beautiful,” she told him, looking into his eyes.“Truly beautiful.”

Devix felt his chest tighten.It was the first time anyone had told him that.

He couldn’t respond, however, because his female turned her attention to his demanding cock between his thighs.She gave an experimental stroke of her fist down his length and through hazy vision, Devix saw her hand couldn’t wrap fully around.

Then he bellowed to the ceiling when she leaned forward and wrapped her soft lips around his crown, taking him into the warmth of her mouth, as her other hand began to stroke the base.

“Vrax, luxiva!” he cursed, when she began to suckle on his ridged head, stars exploding in his vision.

Panting, Devix struggled to keep his Instinct at bay.The beast within told him to mate her, to fuck her lush little body until both of them were sated and too exhausted to move another limb.

Cara suckled the tip of his cock, gripping it tightly as if she was afraid he would take it away from her.

He wanted to reassure her that nothing, not even the Fates, could make him take it away from her now.

She pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop, only to run her tongue up, back and forth, from the very base of his cock to the crown.Devix’s eyes rolled back in his head when she circled the hard knobs that lined the top and bottom.