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Watching me. Waiting for my cue?

I was still staring at him, dazed, when my fingers twitched. Curiosity won out over exhaustion. I dragged my fingertips through the cum on my tits, the spicy scent filling my nose, and then—slowly—I brought my fingers to my mouth.

Korrad’s breath hitched, his gaze snapping to mine as I licked.

The taste was strange—warm, slightly sweet, with that same cinnamon spice flavor I’d smelled earlier. My tongue swirled, testing, and then I moaned, the sound low and surprised. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was… good. Rich. Addictive.

Korrad’s groan was raw, his hands tightening on my thighs. “Kesha⁠—”

I pulled my fingers from my mouth, my lips curling into a smirk. Then, still holding his gaze, I dragged my cum-slick fingers lower, smearing the sticky release over my folds, my clit, my entrance.

“What are you doing?” he rasped, his voice rough.

I arched a brow, my fingers circling my clit, spreading his cum over my sensitive flesh. “I’m testing to see if I can take your cum in my pussy.”

His eyes darkened, the green embers flaring. “Gods below, Kesha, do you know how hot that is?”

I smirked, my fingers sliding lower, pressing against my entrance. “I’m doing it for science.”

Korrad made a sound that was half-laugh, half-growl. Then, before I could react, he was scooping me up, his arms banding around me, lifting me against his chest. I squealed, my arms flying around his neck as he strode toward the bathroom.

“Now what?” I laughed, breathless.

His grin was wicked, his tusks glinting. “I’m participating in your experiment.” He kicked the bathroom door open, his steps sure. “First, I’m going to draw you a bath. Let you soak.” His voice dropped, his breath hot against my ear. “Then I’m going to get you something to drink.” His hand slid down to cup my ass, his fingers flexing. “And then I’m going to cover you in cum, just to test how well your pussy can take it. For science.”

My breath hitched, my body already responding to the promise in his voice. The water started running, steam filling the air, and Korrad set me down on the counter, his hands framing my face.

“You’re my wife, Kesha,” he murmured, his forehead pressing to mine. “And I’m going to take care of you.”

I swallowed, my heart pounding. “Okay.”

His lips curled, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “Good girl.”

And then he was kissing me, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.

Chapter Nine

Korrad

The shaft of sunlight through the blackout curtains was hitting the wall in the wrong place. After I opened my eyes, I spent a minute staring at it before I understood.

I’d slept in.

After a lifetime of waking with dawn—first because I had a kitling to care for, then because it was the only time of day I could be alone and at peace—it was a strange feeling. And I owed it all to the female at my side.

At my side? Nah. My lips twitched as I turned my head. Kesha’s head was on my shoulder, her hair poofing against my cheek, her arm thrown over my chest.

My wife.

She was sprawled across me like she was laying a claim to me, and I didn’t mind at all. Her lips were slightly parted in sleep, and I found myself smiling as I watched her.

Kesha was worn out, and who could blame her? I’d kept her up until after midnight, milking climax after climax from her. I bathed her twice, fed her once, and kept pouring her ice water so she wouldn’t get dehydrated. And then I woke her twice during the night with my mouth on her pussy. Gods below, I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the sleepy little sounds she made as she found pleasure.

I was addicted to my wife after only one night in bed.

And I’d slept late.

My lips curled ruefully, knowing Brakkor would give me shit about being late to work. Oh well, screw him. Nothing was going to mess up my mood today.