Arranged To The Lycan King
I’m trying to fight my arousal, but the mate bond is pounding in my head, and Eris presses his nose against my pussy.
“I love the way you smell,” he says. “It makes me want to devour you.”
“S-stop...”
“Stop? Oh, you don’t mean that,” he purrs, and then his mouth is on me, tasting me with a hunger I’ve never seen in him before. The sensation of his tongue stroking over my clit rips a gasp from my throat, and I instinctively grab onto his hair to steady myself.
Eris growls low in his throat, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine as he delves deeper, exploring me with reckless abandon. His hands grip my thighs tighter as he groans into my pussy, the sound echoing through the woods.
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