Page 34 of The Endless Dance

“How should this go?” I echo his question.

Slowly, I turn away from the High Lord and finally take in the room we are in. It is a grand room of simple colours: beiges, creams, soft browns, and linen of the softest baby blue. The bed, a four-poster, is even larger than mine. His desk was neatly organised, unlike the one in the tent back at the clearing.

Three doors also adorn his walls, and I can only imagine they mirror mine.

The lack of eye contact helps my mind clear. I straighten my shoulders and turn slowly back to the High Lord.

Slowly, I reach beneath my dress, fingers trembling, and pull down my underwear. Draekoh’s eyes flash, and his nostrils flare. He watches the movement intently. My heart pounds as I straighten and step out of the lacy piece. After a second thought, I quickly kick off my shoes as well.

“Get off the chair.”

My voice is bold and steady, nothing like the writhing mess within. Inside, I am terrified, not to mention turned on as hell.

Dreakoh’s eyes flick to mine, thinning. I think, for a moment, perhaps I had been wrong, and this was not how he wanted this to go. Then he grins lazily and does what he is told.

“Take off your shirt.”

Oh Gods, who was I? Who was this deviant dominator that has taken over my body?

Draekoh’s grin sharpens. Then, ever so slowly, he reaches up and unbuttons his light cotton shirt. One. At. A. Time. As each button pops free, an inch more of velvet-smooth, rock-hard skin is revealed. By the time he gets to the last button, my toes are curling into the carpet.

Shrugging casually, Draekoh removes his shirt. I am completely helpless as I track each rigid groove of his abdominal muscles. His biceps bulge effortlessly beneath his shoulders. Lower still, a rigid vein snakes towards his hand, which he rests casually in his pant pocket. And besides that? His cock strains at the cotton confining it.

Molten lava burns inside me, and suddenly all doubt and terror leave me with a breath. My lips curl, and I step forward. Draekoh tenses as I near, but I pass him with just a hairsbreadth between us. My skin buzzes as I near him, as if every cell is desperate for his touch. But my resolve is firm. I walk right on by until I come to his soft-assed chair. Then I turn and sit in it, tall and proud.

I raise a cocky brow at Draekoh’s lightly humoured expression.

“You want to know how this is going to go?” I ask again, purring like a seductress. “You Lords, sitting high and mighty on your thrones, waiting for females and women to climb onto your cocks and pleasure you from dusk to dawn. I think it is about time you got on your knees and learnt how to worship a woman.”

Draekoh’s grin grows, and with it, his canines elongate impossibly more.

“Little Bird, do you think I don’t know how to worship a female body?”

I raise my chin in challenge before slowly and deliberately lifting my legs and settling them on the arms of the chair; the skirts of my dress slide up my thighs until I am baring myself fully to the High Lord of Light.

Draekoh growls and his eyes flash, as does a single thread of lightning across the ceiling. His eyes lock onto my glistening centre.

Exposed and completely at his mercy, I whisper: “Prove me wrong, High Lord.”

I blink, and he is before me. So large and overbearing and intent, he slowly lowers himself to his knees. My pussy tightens in wanton need and expectation, but he doesn’t dive in as I had expected. Instead, he grabs one of my feet and pulls it to his mouth. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he plants an open-mouthed kiss on the sole of my foot. I gasp, and my toes curl on instinct at the strange, ticklish, and erotic feel of his soft lips, wet tongue, and pointed teeth on the sensitive flesh.

He chuckles softly, then takes my foot into his mouth again. A sound that is half shriek, half moan escapes me, and I clutch the chair’s arm mercilessly.

“A female body, which includes human women, is a beautiful thing, Delta,” Draekoh croons, settling my leg back onto the armrest before turning his attention to the other. “It is designed to be treasured. Worshipped. A male’s pleasure comes easily. A female, not so much. She must be revered, thoroughly, before she is ready to crest her pleasure. It is a male’s purpose to do this for her.” He pauses, eyes flicking to mine. “Alas, not many males out there know this sacred secret.” He kisses my other foot, and I squirm in my seat even as my pussy tightens, desperate to be touched. “I, however, just so happen to be a male who does. And I plan on showing you just how well I excel at it.”

Quick as lightning, the High Lord releases my foot back onto its perch. His warm hands are on my inner thighs, pushing and spreading my legs further apart. His face is at my centre, his breath warm and steady as his glowing eyes challenge mine.

I squirm in his hold.

“Please…” The word is off my tongue before I even knew it was coming.

The High Lord obliges.

Oh, Gods, does he ever.

Game far from over, Draekoh’s eyes shift to my centre. His face turns ferocious and, as if he can no longer restrain himself, he leans in. The first sweeping touch of his wet tongue is water to my fire. I throw my head back and gasp out a moan. Draekoh hums and leans back in for seconds. Thirds. He lathers my clit in alternating sweeps and circles that set every nerve in my body alight.

When he delves lower and pushes his tongue inside me, I can’t help but reach forward and dig my fingers into his hair. I whine when he pulls back.