Page 39 of The Pleasure Contract

She pauses, her flushed face looking a little concerned.

I stare up at her, panting and sweating like I’d just played a whole drakball game.

“Please,” I whisper, breathless. “I will give you anything you could ever ask for if you just never stop torturing me like this, Lois.”

A slow smirk creeps across her gorgeous features. “Yeah?” she asks teasingly, flipping her curly hair to the side.

I probably look so fucking pathetic right now – tied to her bed and whimpering. But I don’t give a single drak shit about any of that. The only thing I care about is this perfect female and the way she’s rubbing her little cunt against me.

I nod. “Yeah. Please, just-”

She starts moving again, making me groan and jerk against my bindings as she grinds down on me.

“Mmm,” she moans, obviously finding pleasure in our movements. “Those fangs sure do look sharp,” she muses, making me hiss and throw my head back.

“Lois,” I warn.

“You wanna bite me so bad, don’t you, baby?” she husks, grinding faster over my cock.

My arms strain against the belt. “Such a cruel little female,” I groan.

“You love it.”

My eyes roll back again. “I really fucking do.”

Lois slows her pace, making me whimper and buck up against her, begging for more. Instead, she reaches under her skirts and unties the sides of her undergarments. “Here,” she says. “I can be a little kind, too.” Then she shoves some bunched-up silk into my mouth. “Bite those.”

My mind blanks out.

I have Lois’ used undergarments in my mouth.

Not only that, but all that grinding and rubbing is now flesh on flesh.

I bite. Hard.

Before I know it, my arms have broken free, fragments of splintered wood falling around my head as I grab my Lois and flip us, her now beneath me. I keep biting down on those undergarments like my life depends on it, flooding them with my bonding venom.

Even in this state, I know I cannot just enter her. Our sizes would make this painful unless it’s done with care. So I just rock against her, thrusting so my cock slips over her cunt, just like her grinding before.

“Fuck,” she breathes, head thrown back, her small hands gripping my shoulders. “Az, yes! Oh, my God.”

I keep going, enjoying the sensation, the noises she gives me, the taste of her in my mouth – all of it.

And it’s not until she starts tensing up, holding her breath, screwing her eyes shut, gripping my shoulders so fucking tightly, that I realize she’s close to her peak.

When she finally falls, it is spectacular. The best thing I have ever been a part of in my life. I wish my head could have stayed clear enough to appreciate it for longer, but it was too late.

With a grunt and a moan, my body starts those spasms of pleasure that I’ve never shared with anyone else before. “Lois… Lois… Lois,” I grind out in time with my thrusts against her, my voice muffled from the now venom-soaked undergarments as I coat her stomach and skirts with my seed.

17

Lois

The rest of the journey to the Capital was unfortunately much less exciting compared to what happened in my room that day. Az had been busy with seeing to Lady and Puff, as well as talking to his coach and other teammates over comms. Apparently, they’d been a little annoyed that he’d ditched them to come to the Capital early with me.

Someone else who was annoyed was Zek – especially after seeing how we’d messed up my neatly folded clothes on the bed… as well as broken the headboard. I’d offered to help straighten it all out again, but he’d looked at me like my offer had offended him and his whole bloodline.

Before I’d known it, we were pulling into our final destination, and I got my first real look at the Capital as we were ferried to Az’s city apartment. It has some of the charm of the Northern Principality, with the odd glimpse of a flowing shape – buildings that look like they’re trying to appear organic instead of industrial. But there are a lot more clean, straight lines here compared to up north, like a kind of modernization creeping into the city, silently taking over.