He let out a startled groan packed with pleasure. “So feisty today…” he teased with a seductive grin.
I began to unbutton his shirt aggressively, and when I had his hard, sculpted body laid out for me, I continued mauling his warm, muscled flesh like a hungry lioness in heat.
That’s when I saw his glamour begin to crack. The skin on his chest flickered from fair and scaled to his gold-tinted tan.
My tongue traced the rigid lines of his abdomen, and his moan hitched as he squirmed slightly.
Was he ticklish?
I grinned, stifling a laugh. “Is the big bad High Lord ticklish?” I snarked playfully.
Then something happened that I didn’t foresee. His face—once wrapped in pleasure—took a dark turn, like I’d insulted him. I paused, fear creeping up my spine like a big ugly spider.
“I’m… I’m just messing with you,” I said seriously.
“I guess I am going to have to remind you how big and bad the High Lord is,” he said wickedly.
Then he unzipped his pants and his giant erection sprang forward.
“Suck,” he commanded.
I… I had a mixed, conflicted reaction. I was both turned on and frightened, ignoring the fact that I could very well be turned on because I was frightened. I sighed internally. I needed so much therapy.
A rush of adrenaline flooded my system, and I did as he commanded. I opened my mouth, and his girth was so fucking big I felt like my jaw was dislocating. I pulled back to relieve the stretch, and a trail of saliva bridged my mouth to his cock.
“I’m not going to say it again. Suck my cock, Delilah,” he groaned with dominance.
Just then, I felt both of his big hands grab the back of my head and thrust my face down on him.
I braced for pain, but to my surprise he wasn’t overly rough or forceful. His fists guided my head in small strokes while his hips thrust into my throat. The feeling was uncomfortable but not painful.
That’s when my body began to relax, and I felt that addictive hot pressure rise in my core.
I loved the feeling of him using my throat as his personal toy. His strength, his arousal, his pleasure—it made me melt. My nipples hardened and my pulse quickened. I started to wonder if I was going to have an orgasm from just this.
I gagged, and the sound only made him harder. He pulled my head back down and thrust again and again, but I was desperate for air. My eyes watered and I began to squirm in discomfort.
“Hold on, I’m so close,” he moaned.
And his entire glamour cracked—Titus, in full Fire Fae form, lay beneath me.
My lungs started to ache, and a wave of panic washed over me. Minutes earlier I had nearly drowned, and now the sensation was eerily similar—being without oxygen for far too long.
I slammed my eyes shut while he pounded deep into my throat until finally he exploded. He let out three identical, rhythmic moans as his hot liquid slid down my throat. It was so hot it felt like lava.
He gave my head one last deep push, then finally withdrew and released his grip. I gasped for air as I—strangely—nearly climaxed.
What in the actual fuck was wrong with me?
I coughed and gasped for several moments as my lungs came to terms with breathing again, while he lay back in bliss, his heavy breathing slowing with every exhale.
CHAPTER 28
Saraswati
DELILAH
If I was being honest, I was a little disappointed that I did not get to relieve any of this lustful ache, but I did enjoy our time in the alley.At least.. I’m pretty sure I did.
