All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“I want us to fuck.” Revandrel growled at last. “What do you have to say about that?” My stomach flipped violently. “I do not think I have ever heard it said quite like that before.”He shrugged, unapologetic. “I am not one to lie or cajole, nor do I beat about the bush. I did not rehearse this in the mirror.”My fingers curled tightly into the mattress, my eyes never leaving him. This absurdly compelling male who always found a way to say all the wrong things and stir all the wrong feelings.Who would have thought the boy I once wanted dead for the crime of existing would one day make me feel so alive merely by standing there? His demeanor, his fury, his sharp tongue, his mere presence, all of it roused something in me that nothing else ever did. Our fights and arguments stoked emotions I usually never felt in this lifeless existence of mine. And when he touched me…That warmth in my belly thickened with a vengeance, spreading until my body ached with it. I grew wet between my thi

LORD REVANDRELOdd. How could Baevera not know lust?I shook that thought away, eager to get her horizontal.Pulling away from the wall, I took her with me, walking her back toward the bed.She fell onto it with a soft sound, and I went down with her, following her to the sheets. Kissing her neck. Tasting her skin. I inhaled her scent… had to bite back a purr.“You smell good,” I groaned low. There was no justice in the world that Baevera Eldareth should smell this good. None.Those glazed eyes looked up at me. She bit her lips, drawing my attention back to those distracting lips.But I refrained from kissing them again, licking along the warm column of her throat. But I did not linger long. The last thing I needed was for her blood to call to me now.I trailed my lips lower, down her collarbone, grazing the top of her shoulder, her upper chest. I nibbled, tasting the skin.She squirmed under me, her hands rising hesitantly to wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.Catching her wrist

“On your knees,” he drawled.Why? You want to pretend I’m another female?I turned onto my knees with a huff, swallowing that question at the tip of my tongue. What if he said yes? That would sting a lot. It has always been about my body, never me. With Revandrel, I would rather not know.I looked back over my shoulder at him.Revandrel met my gaze.I held myself perfectly still, even suspended my breath, as he worked himself inside my body. It was a tight fit, and he cursed all the way.When he was fully seated inside me, I exhaled on a shudder. I felt full.Revandrel leaned over me, his body covering mine. Almost invisible shivers ran through him now and then—small, betraying shakes of his pleasure or restraint or both.We did not speak. No words were needed.His thrusts began. Short, jerky, restrained. I could not feel them in the way most would describe, but I was acutely aware of every one of them.Aware of the shift of his muscles above me, of his solid hands gripping my hips,

I was so confused.Was it her mutation? Did the succubus hybrid thing play a part in this?But she was still Urekai, was she not? She still had an inner beast, heightened vision, enhanced hearing, and all the markers of our kind. Even the glands were present, so why did they not fire when stroked?I groaned as another wave of pleasure curled tight in my spine. Pulling back slightly, I lifted one of her legs, and delivered short, sharp thrusts—angled precisely to target one of the main pleasure points, one I knew would trigger a reaction in anyone at all.Still… nothing. She did not feel it.No flinch. No cry. Not even a tremor. Just that sigh, her lashes drifting lower, her expression melting into that same trance-like calm.Almost as if she slipped into a subspace, a quiet inner world she seemed to genuinely enjoy, even though her body felt so little of the act itself.Her inner body formed what I could only describe as a serpent-like tongue, licking the underside of my cock from bas

When I heard the door creak open, I did not move.I laid facing the wall, eyes closed, my body still—but every sense in me was alive, wide awake.The door whispered shut behind him with that same soft groan. The air shifted, charged. Tense. Heavy. My skin prickled.Just like the night before, Revandrel said nothing. But unlike last night, I could not see his expression, could not read the nuances in his face or his stance. I only knew that he had not moved from the door.I could feel his eyes, like a hot wind trailing across my skin. It moved down my back, over my hips, my legs. I could feel them, tracing the shape of me, and goosebumps broke out along my arms and thighs.I squeezed my eyes tighter. My legs, which were drawn in slightly, pressed together under the covers. Still, I did not move.Time stretched.No sound. No footsteps. No breath. No movement.Was he still there?The silence strained, too long now. I began to doubt my senses. Had he left already?Perhaps I had imagined i