“Gonna come for you,”Therongrowls.“Watchme, baby—watch me paint your belly with what should be flooding your womb.”
His pace is quickening, his groans deep and ragged.Hisfree hand reaches down to cup my pussy—still wet and open—in a darkly possessive gesture.
“Fuck… so close, baby… gonna shoot so much cum…”
“Yes, come on me!”Ibreathe.Iknow it’s dangerous, butIwant to feel his seed coating me—hot and wet and thick.Iwant to feel it all over my body.
His hips buck into his fist, his cock swelling impossibly thicker.
“Take it, baby!Fuck, yes!”he growls, and then finally, he erupts.
Creamy white ropes burst from the tip of his cock—hot, thick spurts arcing high before splattering my belly in heavy streaks.Pulseafter endless pulse—painting my naked body with his heat.
The scent hits me like a drug—spicy, salty heat, pure male temptation—thick in the night air—making my mouth water, pussy clench all over again.
One final thick rope lands between my breasts, trickling down to my belly button.Hemilks himself with slow strokes, groaning low, his burning silver eyes never leaving mine.
“Fuck, baby—all that seed all over you.Butit was meant for your tight little cunt… for filling you up and breeding you deep…”
I moan asIrub his seed into my skin.Itfeels silky smooth, like a lotion, andIcan smell the faint cinnamon scent that makes me want him even more.
Now thatTheronhelped me come, the curse’s claw retracts further, sated by proximity and scent.Buta deeper hunger lingers—wilder and more insistent even than the magical lust.
Watching him come undone, his cock still twitching in his hand,Iache to taste it—to feel it hot and thick and hard inside me.
For now, though, relief washes over me, my body humming in the afterglow as the pressure is at last relieved.
Yet it was stronger this time—the curse-driven hunger deeper and more insistent.Theronwas good to hold back—to not take whatIknow he wanted.Buthow long can our restraint hold when this curse still rides me like an impatient rider on a weak horse?
I fear what might happen next.
36
ELOWEN
Once we get cleaned up, we get dressed again.
My white priestess robe is still slightly damp and a lot less white than it was, but it’s better than staying naked.I’mafraid of whatImight do ifIdon’t cover up—and from the wayTheron’seyes follow me,Ithink he feels the same way.
After what he said—about wanting to come inside me, about filling me with his seed—Iunderstand.I’mnot the only one who thinks staying naked is too dangerous.
Maybe it’s just the curse, butIdidn’t just want him rubbing against me—Iwanted himinsideme.Whatwe did felt good—amazing, actually—but my body knows it could feel better.Itaches formore.
Even thoughIcame so hard, my pussy still feels empty…like something is missing.Likehe’smissing.Iwant more of him…butIknowIcan’t have him.
I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the lingering throb, but it doesn’t help.Itonly makes me more aware of the deep, empty ache inside me.Ofthe need to have my pussy filled and stretched open by something thick and hard thrusting deep inside me.
ButIknow we can’t do that.IfIletTherontake me all the way, he’ll change the color of my eyes and make me instantly pregnant—Ican’t have that.Evenif the instant pregnancy wasn’t a factor, having green eyes instead of blue would meanI’dnever be welcome anywhere again.
AFaewoman with green eyes had better be mated orBonded—otherwise she’s just loose and unwed—an outcast.AndI’malready outcast enough.
But youareloose and unwed,whispers a disapproving voice in my head that sounds a lot likeSisterAgatha.Whyelse would you be spreading your thighs for that hugeDrakeShifter?Whyelse would you be letting him touch you and make you come?
I didn’t mean to,Itry to argue with the voice.Butthe problem is,Idid.Idid.
I try to tell itIcan’t help myself, that it’s the curse—but the guilt still clings to me anyway—stubborn and heavy.Ican’t quite shake the feeling that theGoddessis watching me…judging me for my wanton, unchaste actions.
“Hey, little one—you’re awfully quiet over there.”