Siren's Call: Lycan King Obssession
But I was the altar.
And they knelt to me.
My illusion let Kylan’s cock rest against her cheek, warm and flushed, tongue darting out to lick along the slit. She moaned like she needed the taste, like his pleasure nourished her. Then she turned, wrapping her lips around Kai again, sucking hard, deep, fingers still twisting around the others.
Their thighs quivered. Their breathing grew ragged.
I curled my fingers beneath my chin, watching them degrade.
Kieran whimpered. “God, she’s so—she’s perfect.”