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“If you make me come, I won’t be able to stop,” he warns me.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper, surprised by my boldness. But the guilt eating me up from the inside demands an outlet.

I’m lying to him about why I want to reject our bond.

I’m letting him think I plan to leave because I don’t want to be with him.

But the truth is, I know he’ll never accept me when he realizes I can’t have children. It doesn’t matter about his curse or anything else. King Njord could probably undo that if I won the games with him as my sponsor.

The reality would be harsh, painful, and empty.

He would be stuck with me, and he’d resent me forever for it.

I’m sorry, I think as I attempt to apologize with my tongue.

Using my hands, I rub his knot, and it seems to have the intended effect, as it grows and throbs. I struggle to fit him in my mouth like I want to.

Godric seems to know what to do. He presses my shoulders down so that I’m looking up, and he holds his cock for me. “Relax,” he growls as I keep my gaze on his.

I stretch out my neck and do as he commands, and am rewarded with his fullness sliding down my throat.

My eyes water and my ability to breathe cuts off for just a second, but he is already pulling out.

“How was that?” he asks me as he holds extremely still.

His cock throbs and bounces on my lip, and I lick it as a thrill rushes through me.

“Again,” I say.

Apparently, I’m reduced to single-word sentences now.

He nudges the head down to the back of my tongue. I suppress my body’s urge to choke and relax as he had suggested.

Then he pushes, and the thick wall of muscle that’s his knot briefly slides in, clamping down my ability to breathe.

Panic rises in my chest, but Godric is already suppressing it, restricting the swelling before he pulls out.

I can’t even imagine the level of control that requires, but Godric seems to have his entire attention and focus on me. He watches me and evaluates me, making sure I can handle it.

This time I cough and wipe the back of my hand over my mouth, brushing away spit. He grins as if pleased. “Good girl. Do you want to stop there?”

I don’t like the challenge outlined in his words, as if he thinks I can’t take it.

“What happens if you knot my throat?” I ask him. I’ve already experienced the sensation that I can’t breathe, but it was kind of… thrilling. “Is it possible to do that?”

He isn’t allowing his knot to swell enough to lock in place. Meaning maybe we could push this further.

The danger has my entire body brimming with excitement.

He brushes his fingers through my hair as he stares at my swollen lips. “I can, briefly, but it’ll take control for me to pull it back. And then I will…” His grin widens. “I can’t stop what happens after that. You might struggle to breathe when I come, but you won’t die. I wouldn’t allow that to happen.”

There’s a spark in his eyes I’ve never seen before, and the need to have him do this has me trembling. “I want to try,” I whisper.

He makes a small sound of praise as he paints my lips with the precum on his cock. “Sweet little moon. You’re too precious,” he praises as he slowly slides in, then out. “Take a deep breath for me.”

Obeying, I fill my lungs with air, then I let it out. His cock twitches as I breathe on him.

“Again,” he says, his voice lower this time, as if he’s anticipating what we’re about to do.