Until I inhaled and smelled the growing scent of her arousal.
Her eyes didn’t leave my face as she trailed the tip of one finger in a circle around her nipple. I watched, transfixed, as her finger moved from her nipple to her mouth and disappeared between her lips.
I had to clamp my hand around my still-hard cock again when she hummed deep in her throat, and her eyes closed. A blissful look crossed her face, as though she enjoyed the taste of me as much as I enjoyed drinking down her arousal.
I kept the same kind of iron grip on my urge to rut her as I did on my actual cock. As long as she was under the influence of the tincture, I would not fuck her. Even if she asked me. I had no right to claim her when she had no control over herself.
No, I would do what Masu suggested—I would show her all the ways a daemon male could please her, both in bed and out of it.
And, maybe, I could convince her to stay.
Chapter
Sixteen
Leda
Several hours and countless orgasms later, I lay face down on Bokkan’s bed, panting. The pain of the scratches on my forearms all but forgotten in my exhaustion.
The horny cloud surrounding my thoughts had finally dissipated, leaving me limp and replete.
Bokkan had used his hands and his mouth to bring me to climax so many times that my clit was tender, and the delicate skin of my pussy was swollen and hot. Despite the fact that I’d had no control over the arousal surging through me, I now understood why some human women might agree to come here and have sex with daemons if they were anything like Bokkan. Not only did he take direction well, but he also followed the responses of my body. If I gasped or moaned, he would keep touching me the same way. If I pulled on his hair or horns, he would move faster or press his fingers deeper inside me. He seemed to understand when I was moments away from climax and he would push me over the edge every single time.
I moaned when Bokkan’s huge hands scooped me up from the bed, cradling me against his broad chest.
“I think I’m orgasmed out,” I mumbled against his throat.
A low laugh vibrated his chest. “I understood when you told me that you would stab me if I tried to touch you again.”
“I said that?”
His laugh was a little louder this time. “A few moments after your last climax.”
“Oh,” I murmured. “Then, why aren’t you letting me sleep?”
“You need to wash. And I need to change your bandages.”
“Fine.”
My gusty reply earned me another amused rumble of his chest. I remained relaxed in his hold, letting him carry me into the bathing room. He took me to the counter and set me on top of a huge towel, the fabric protecting me from the cold stone surface.
I slouched forward as his hands drifted to the bandages wrapping my arms. To my surprise, it didn’t hurt very much when he began to remove them. The deep burning pain I’d felt earlier was gone.
His hands were gentle as he set the wraps aside and lifted the fabric he’d placed over the scratches. It seemed absorbent like gauze, but much softer and lighter. When my skin was revealed, my eyes widened. All that was left were bright red marks. In less than twelve hours, all the cuts had closed, even those deep enough to require stitches.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, turning my arms to examine the mostly healed wounds.
“Is this wrong?” Bokkan asked. He sounded worried.
I shook my head. “Yes and no. It usually takes a couple of weeks for scratches and cuts this deep to heal. Not less than a day.” I winced as I examined the stitches. “You’ll have to remove these or the skin might grow over them.”
“Is it safe to take them out?” he asked. “I don’t know anything about how humans heal.”
“Based on how the cuts look, yes.”
He unearthed the kit containing his first-aid supplies and pulled out a pair of snips. My grandmother had a pair similar for cutting thread when she worked on her cross stitch. They were wickedly sharp. Not wanting to flinch and end up bleeding again, I let my arm rest on my lap and held as still as possible.
A few minutes later, all the stitches were cut, and he had tugged them free. A few were a little painful because the skin was already starting to grow around the thread.
