Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
“I only have one horn, but I see you’ve already found it,” I rasp, rolling my hips against his hand while my own fingers wander over his flesh.
“Maybe just one, but the size of it…” Luke laughs and bites his lip, rubbing his open palm over my stiff dick.
He’s the perfect match for me. I knew it from the moment he let me inside for the first time. Back then, he was afraid of me but couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of my touch. Beautiful, with his slender fingers and round ears, he’s a willing vessel for my lust. Whenever I worry that I might be suffocating him with my greed for his flesh after years of unsated need, he proves he wants me just as much. It’s a revelation I sometimes question even though I am handsome, attentive, and powerful.
My gaze drops to where his cock is trapped under the thin layer of octopus skin, and I kneel, opening my mouth to lick the cockhead. The clean aroma of leather spreads on my tongue, but the heat of his arousal is impossible to miss even through the barrier. “I want you to smell of me.”
His breath quickens. “Mark me then.”
A rush of emotion drives me to suck where his balls are trapped under the suit, and as he stiffens, letting out a choked moan, I come back up, kissing and squeezing his lean torso on my way.
I’m a bull in a rut, and I will shatter anything standing between me and my mate. “That’s what you want? To walk among our subjects knowing I’ve had you so recently?”
His eyes gloss over, and a flush reaches the tips of his ears. “Is that proper, Your Highness?” Luke teases as if he’s not encouraging my love bites every day. He loves his neck sucked so much I might have to turn into a vampire to satiate his need for it. I’d do that for him.
It scares me how much I’d do for him, but he brings me so much joy, consequences cease to matter.
I shake my head and spread his legs wide before thrusting between them to make our groins rub. The squeak of leather never aroused me before, but I suppose there’s a first time for anything.
“Not proper at all. But you have a way of getting under my skin, little human.”
He rocks against me, and an unruly lock of hair falls over his face, but he doesn’t seem to care, moving his gaze between our cocks and my face. Every bit of him is hidden under the skintight outfit, and I’m torn between wanting to hide him away, and showing him off so everyone can see his beautiful shape and know they’ll never taste him.
I need to see his ass. I just do. So I step back and pull him off the box. A yelp escapes his lips as his feet land on the floor, but I don’t give him any time to think and spin him around. With elbows resting where he’d just been sitting, he pushes his hips back, and I’m enchanted by the curve of his spine and the tempting line of his backside.
Maybe a man like me doesn’t deserve all this beauty, but he knows who I am and he’s never tried pushing me away for it.
“Excellent,” I say, sliding my handover his taint, and then down his inner thigh. He whimpers and spreads his legs wider for me as I glide my thumb between his buttocks. “You should have a fastening here, so I have easy access to you when we go out riding…”
“Oh, fuck…” he whispers and pulls one of his gloves off as I unbuckle the clasps holding up the flap of leather at my crotch so I can rub against him and leave my mark, as promised. Plucking my hard dick out, I slide to my knees and kiss his buttock, nipping on it as I pump myself.
It’s the best piece of meat I’ve ever tasted, and as Luke stirs, pushing back against my face, I imagine there being an opening I can access at any time, even just to tease him with my fingers.
“I’m sure this could be arranged, my sweet darling. I could come inside you right now,” I utter, stroking my cock as I kiss his rump, but when I rise to my feet and tap my cock against the small of his back, Luke’s shoulders hunch in sweet submission. He knows taking off the whole outfit would take too much time and opens the front flap to touch himself.
He rocks against me, uncaring that someone could walk in on us, or that one of the kelpies in a far stall did in fact turn its head our way. I won’t spoil the mood by telling him they’re more intelligent than your average beast.