Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Me.
When her ass is a perfect hue of pink I stop and rub, sweeping my palm in a circle around her plump globes.
I part her legs. “Bend your knees, beautiful.”
She obeys, and I push her knees up toward her shoulders, lifting and spreading her for me.
“I need to taste my wife.”
I lower my head between her legs and lick into her. Her pelvic floor muscles squeeze, and her thighs jerk closed at the sensation. I hold her open and take my time, tracing inside her labia with my tongue.
She mewls, shivering.
I flick the nub of her clit, and her hips jerk. When I affix my lips over the little nubbin to suck, she shrieks, bringing her hands to my head.
“Matthias…Sir…oh my God.”
“That’s right, beautiful.” I lift my mouth only to growl my approval of her pleasure-taking then return, sucking her labia.
When her pelvic floor contracts again, I say, “You want something inside you, don’t you, sweet girl?”
“Uh huh…yes, Sir,” she moans.
I lick my index finger and screw it inside her. Her channel is tight, and my digits are thick, but she takes it. I push all the way to my last knuckle. “Good girl. You’re taking it so deep, Maisy. Ready for two?”
“Yes, sir.” She has the wanton minx moan down pat.
My dick throbs painfully, pressing against the zipper of the leather pants I found in Lucius’ playroom closet.
Fuck.
I don’t know how much longer I can play with my sweet wife before I lose control of the bear.
I work two fingers inside her and curl them up to stroke her inner wall. I locate her G-spot–the place where the tissue tightens and wrinkles under my fingers, and I massage it.
She goes wild, moaning and thrashing her legs as her pelvis jerks.
“Do you need to come, Maisy-girl?”
“Yes! Yes, please! Yes, sir!” she cries out.
I pump my fingers, making sure I hit her G-spot with the tips of them every time. She squirts in a glorious female ejaculation, and sobs, “Please…please. I need it!”
“Come for me, beautiful.” I keep pumping. “Hold your breath while I count to three,” I say because holding the breath can speed the onset of an orgasm. “One…two…three.” I push my fingers inside her and hold them there, stroking her G-spot.
Maisy screams, her pussy squeezing around my fingers, her legs shaking. She’s glorious. Magnificent.
Mine.
Mine!
Fuck, that’s my bear, roaring to the surface. I suck in a sharp breath and puff it out.
Not yet, I tell him.
Not. Yet.
Even though she’s clearly all in with receiving sex lessons from her new husband, she’s still young and vulnerable. She’s damaged from early childhood trauma before Daisy got custody.
If I claim her now, I’d be taking advantage of a young woman who hasn’t received enough attention and is easy to manipulate.
I shouldn’t. It’s not right. Some day, maybe not tomorrow but maybe in ten years, she could grow up and realize she got bamboozled into mating a dominant male who is way more than she can handle.
Maisy collapses back on the bed, wrung out from her orgasm, and I ease my fingers out and lick them.
“I’ll be right back, beautiful.”
“Okay,” she murmurs sleepily.
My bear snarls, furious that I’m leaving her.
Stay. Down.
I have to get to my medicine bag and shoot up with Moon Cure again.
Fuck. I thought I could handle touching my mate, but this is getting impossible to manage.
Chapter Fifteen
Matthias
I leave Maisy sleeping to inject more Moon Cure. It’s the middle of the night, but I don’t trust my bear, not with my sweet wife sleeping next to me.
While I’m up, I check my phone. Lucius called soon after sundown, which would be when he rises.
I return his call immediately, which is the courtesy the ancient vampire deserves. Once I’ve caught him up on everything, he offers his help, and I tell him I’ll take him up on it when I know more about how we’re going to deal with Allen and Lucky Lou.
“And how are you finding the lake mansion?” Lucius turns the conversation to a happier subject. His accent has softened, but he still sounds Old World. Because he is.
“It’s fabulous. And thank you for letting me know about the playroom. We made good use of it.”
“No need for thanks.” He sounds satisfied. He loves being a good host. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I’m sure your new wife enjoyed herself too.”
“I made sure of it. She’s sleeping now, or I’d have you meet her.”
“Worn her out already?” Lucius runs the best dungeon on the West Coast–Club Toxic. Not that I've played there. I haven’t touched a female since the day I realized Maisy was mine.
I peek back in the bedroom, where Maisy is still slumbering. “No comment.”
He chuckles. “I’m sure you are training her the way you want.”
Guilt flashes through me. I glance back at Maisy. Her eyelids flutter with the telltale signs of REM sleep. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and under the blanket, I know her vulva is too.