“Is it weird I could be related to your brother?” I joke, and he grunts.
“My brother gave blood, like me, to create his line. Not to fear, little one, we are in no way related,” he says softly, his hands tracing my sides.
I’m so turned on I can feel it between my thighs, and I rub them together to relieve the pressure a bit, trying to focus on his words, but he catches me, just like he notices everything about me.
“Are you wet for me?” he questions, almost in a growl and he sniffs the air again, before a grin crosses his face. “You are, I can smell it.”
His words have me on edge again and I’m panting, wishing he would just fuck me already, but he seems to be true to his word—he wants me to beg.
He grips my chin, forcing my head up as he rolls us over so he is between my legs again. “You kissed Nyre?” he whispers silkily.
I nod in his grip, my mouth dry from the look of hunger on his face and his hard cock once against pressed against my core.
“Don’t you think you better even the score between him and me then? Because right now, little one, he is gloating,” he purrs.
“Why don’t you just kiss me?” I tease.
“Because you are going to choose to kiss me, just like you are going to choose to fuck me. It’s all your choice, but we both know it’s going to happen.” He grins.
Need blasts through me and with a whimper, I kiss him hard. He grins against my lips, the smug bastard, but kisses me back. Our tongues tangle as I reach up and yank on the back of his hair, stretching his neck without breaking our kiss. He pulls back with a smirk.
“Do you know what the best thing about you being a nightwalker is?” he queries, and I stretch his neck more. He tries to resist, but I test out my new strength and eventually he relents.
“No?” I pant.
“Your strength. I can fuck you as hard and rough as I want, and you won’t break. Your body is quite literally able to take my dragon’s fury, and little one, you are going to take it. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast—your mouth, your pussy, and your ass,” he taunts.
I don’t feel the need to feed, but I want to punish him, I want to discipline him for his words, so I strike, biting his neck hard and licking it before pulling away and biting lower, sinking my fangs into his skin. He groans against me as I rub my pussy on his rock-hard cock, but he makes no other move to touch me, just letting dirty words pour from his mouth, driving me higher.
“You are going to fucking love it, I’m going to make you come, even with my fat cock in your arse. Have you ever been fucked back there? Has anyone ever touched you?” he asks and I pull away, licking his blood from my lips as it trickles down his neck from my bites.
“Once,” I admit.
He growls, his eyes narrowing. “Did he make you come?” He grips my hips, stilling my movements and I cry out, needing the friction. “Did. He. Make. You. Come?” he growls.
“No, no, God no,” I rush out, trying to move again, but he keeps me easily pinned.
He leans closer, running his mouth up my neck to my ear. “Good, because I would have had to kill him. I’ve been imaging fucking that ass since you were thrown in here.”
Fuck. I only have so much willpower and right now, I need to come. My pussy is clenching on air from his words, needing him inside me. Needing him to fill me.
“Please, Mishal,” I beg and he grins against my ear.
“Please what?” he prompts, thrusting against me slowly, dragging his cock along my pussy.
“I need to come,” I cry out. The taste of his blood has only made me that much needier, and I’m so turned on I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
“That’s all you had to say, little one.” He kisses my ear gently before biting my neck. I cry out again, arching into his touch as his big hands come up and cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples through the material.
He leans away, ripping the material off my body and diving back down. His hands cup the heavy weight of my breasts, his fingers pulling and twisting my nipples before his mouth closes on one. He sucks hard, biting as he pulls back and moves to the other one. Arching into him, I grip his hair as noises leave my throat unbidden.
“You’re going to come just from me touching these, aren’t you?” he growls, biting my nipple when I don’t reply.
“Yes!” I almost scream, I can feel the orgasm just out of reach, his blood and mouth bringing me to the edge.
He rubs his cock against my panty-clad pussy, twisting and flicking my nipple as he bites and licks at the other. “Come. Now, little one.” He bites the side of my breast and I scream, arching up as my pussy does as it’s told. My orgasm rushes through me, my pussy clamping down on nothing as my vision dots. Breathing heavily, I sink back onto the floor, almost spent from how hard I came, but he doesn’t relent. He licks both sensitive nipples again, holding my breasts hard, before kissing his way down my belly, stopping to slip his tongue around my belly button before he reaches my panties. He grabs the sides and rips them off, leaving me completely bare before him.
Mishal sits back, running his eyes down my body before stopping at my pussy. “I can see how wet you are already, it’s glistening. Fuck, I can’t wait for you to ride my tongue,” he mutters, gripping my thighs and forcing them open so he can drink in the sight of my soaked pussy.
“So pretty and pink, I bet you taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs, running his finger down my lower lips before holding it up before us. The tip of his finger shines with my cream and he fixes those black eyes on me as he puts it in his mouth and sucks it clean. He groans as he pulls it out. “So fucking sweet, like a summer’s day. Fuck, I’m going to spend all my time buried in this pussy to taste that.”
He runs his fingers down my pussy again, teasing me with his barely there touch before bringing his finger to my lips. “Taste yourself,” he orders.
I open my mouth and he pushes in, so I suck on his finger, tasting bonfire and…myself, the sweet tang of my cream before he pulls his finger from my lips. He runs his tongue along his teeth as he watches me—why is that so fucking sexy? “Next time, you are going to taste my come mixed in with yours,” he warns, as he lies down between my legs. He grabs my hips and yanks my pussy to his face.
Throwing my legs over his shoulder, I reach down and grip his hair as he swipes his tongue along the length of me, and then hums, saying, “So fucking sweet.”
He runs his tongue down me again before parting my lips and swiping around my clit that’s begging to be touched. He teases me, licking up and down and around it. Fuck, he even dips his tongue inside me. Arching back against the floor, I cup my breast with my free hand, rolling my nipple between my fingers as I push onto his face, riding it like he said I would.
“Mm, good girl, let me have all that cream,” he demands, and I nearly scream when he finally licks my clit with small, hard strokes.
I ride his face, pushing against him as my pussy pulses. I’m so close to coming yet again and he hasn’t even fucked me. As soon as I think that, he pushes two fingers inside of me. He keeps up his fast licks of my clit as he curls them inside before pulling them back out and ramming them back in. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You are going to be like a vice around my thick cock,” he whispers against my pussy, making me whimper.