They want to act.
To please.
To serve.
And they’re waiting for me.
“Patience is a virtue, Ezra,” I say in a soft, teasing voice.
“Christ, Aurora. Please,” Ezra moans. I brush my lips against his, then kiss down his chest until I’m settled between his thighs.
“I will, Ezra. But first, I want to taste you.”
I inhale sharply, the scent of his skin unspooling something holy and hedonistic inside me, aching to be fed.
I lick the length of his cock, tracing the sinuous pattern of his tattoo, and smile when he shudders beneath me.
Once Ezra burns through every curse in English and starts muttering in some ancient tongue that makes my ears itch, I finally wrap my mouth around him.
His moan slices through me, heat slicking between my thighs and hips twitching toward the sound.
I work him in and out of my mouth, then as slowly as I can, I relax everything and take him down my throat.
“La dracu’. Nu te opri. Te rog,Aurora.”
I shouldn’t understand the words, but I do.Fuck. Don’t stop. Please, Aurora.
His begging lights up something monstrous inside me. I growl around his cock, dragging my tongue over him just to hear him beg again.
But I’ve had my fun. Now I want him in control.
“Ezra. Fuck my throat. Use me. But don’t come. Not yet. I want every last fucking drop inside me.”
He doesn’t speak. Just knots his hand in my hair and feeds me his cock, worshipping me with the hunger of someone who’s never been allowed to want.
“I have to admit, I love it when you make me beg, Aurora. And when you call me your good boy? Fuck, that does something to me. But that’s not enough for you, is it, darling? You may be powerful, but you love it when I take control. Especially knowing you could stop me with a word. So, relax for me, little vixen … and let me fuck your pretty throat again.”
Another growl rolls through him as he takes over.
Ezra drives forward in one brutal thrust, filling my throat, his hips trembling as he holds himself there. He pants, fighting to hold back whatever fucked-up thing wants to tear loose.
He’s so deep his balls rest against my chin while I gag around him. His hand trails down my neck, tracing the bulge of his cock like he needs to feel the proof.
“That’s it, Aurora. Take every fucking inch. Now swallow. Milk my cock, sweet girl.”
I do. And his broken, pleading moan sets me on fire.
My clit pulses, begging for attention. But I don’t reach for it.
I want him on the edge. I want him desperate. I want him right there.
“Fuck yes. That’s my girl.”
Ezra groans, his shadows writhing, lashing out as if they can feel his control slipping.
“Stay relaxed, Aurora.”
One curls gently against my neck, mimicking the way his hands rest there.
