Page 26 of Betrothed

“Okay,” Fawn whispered. She swallowed a second time, and that old fear entered her scent. But only for a moment. Then she cleared her throat and placed her hand on the knot in his loincloth. “Take this off.”

Ten

This was all for the sake of distraction, Fawn told herself as she lay back in the nest.

She had heard Errol yell as Zax landed in front of her in the forest. If he were with those hunters, and they knew about the treehouse, and they saw Zax running away… then they wouldn’t come for her in three days. They would come for her now.

She just had to distract Zax until then. When they attacked, she could escape in the chaos. Ideally, after Zax carried her down from this damn tree.

But in her heart, she knew the truth: if this really was her last time with Zax, she wanted to try something she had been secretly longing for ever since she saw his cocks.

“I will make it nice,” Zax promised as he hooked his fingers inside her, flexing them against that sweet spot until she was stretched and dripping.

Fawn arched against him, her naked breasts brushing his chest. For some reason, this made her think of her wedding night. She had been young and scared and had never seen a naked man before. Renly hadn’t bothered to get her wet first, and he had gone too fast. For years after, Fawn had believed that every woman’s first time hurt. Only after she left that tiny town did someone tell her it didn’t have to be that way—if the man took his time.

After Zax stretched her with his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue and laved at her until she was wet with his saliva and her own juices.

“I’m ready,” Fawn gasped.

Zax hummed distractedly, still pushing that long tongue inside her. Then her words registered, and he sat up so fast his tongue made a slick, unclogging noise that almost made Fawn giggle. She was getting that urge more in recent days with Zax. It was almost a relief to learn he had purposely kept her from her husband’s family. It reminded her what he really was. Not a lonely man searching for a wife to shower with affection. Zax was a monster looking for a spouse to use, nothing more.

Zax took her wrists and pressed them down into the nest. Fawn’s heartbeat quickened, her breath hitching as she thought back to Zax’s affinity for chasing his prey. She had never fled from him, so he had never gotten the chance to chase her. But if she had…

Fawn squirmed in his grip, flutters of strange excitement running through her core as she imagined him pouncing on her.

“I will make it nice,” Zax repeated, breathing hard. He rubbed his lower cock against her hole, and Fawn shivered. His flared cockhead was pointed at the tip, but the texture felt mostly the same as Renly’s—velvet soft.

“You like to chase,” Fawn said in a rush. “Have you ever thought of chasing me?”

Zax looked up. He had been watching his cock, which was still rubbing gently over her hole.

“Yes,” he admitted, surprised and eager.

“To eat me?”

“No.”

Fawn flexed her wrists, feeling his iron grip. “What would you do to me?”

Zax watched her face, his single eye wide. Like he couldn’t quite believe she was asking. But he was clearly just as excited as she was, his tail lashing hard behind him.

“I would pin you down,” he said hastily. “You would be so small and helpless underneath me.”

It should have been a nightmare. But Fawn couldn’t get enough of it, imagining that the nest below her was a forest floor. She would have had time to run, but she could never escape him. She tried to make herself feel it: the helpless fear of being prey. For some reason, it was not bad if she knew it was fake.

“And then?” she breathed.

“I would rip off your clothes,” Zax blurted. “So you would be bare for me. Then I would turn you over and take you right there on the forest floor.”

Fawn groaned as she imagined it: on her hands and knees in the dirt, her clothes in tatters as he took her. With both his cocks, of course, because in a fantasy, she didn’t have to worry that she couldn’t take him.

Fawn rode her hips against his cock. “Put it in. Just the tip!”

Zax let go of one wrist to take his lower cock in his hand and guide himself in. The first part was shockingly easy, his pointed cockhead slipping in halfway. Then she reached the flared base of his cockhead, and she braced herself against the stretch.

Zax whined like an animal. He pulled out slowly, then eased himself back in with a shaking hand.

After several shallow thrusts, his flared cockhead popped in. Then he pulled it out, and Fawn gasped. It felt amazing.