My Mate is a Vampire
“Did you do as I said?” He murmured darkly, eyes slowly running over me.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice laced with shame. Although not enough to stop me from spreading my legs wider before him.
His jaw flexed, a low growl escaping his throat as he lowered himself in front of me.
“Show me. I want to see how you touched yourself that night.”
“Right now?” I hesitated.
“Yes. Right now.” He pushed forward. “I want you to take two fingers to your mouth, lick it slowly, take it all the way down there and show me how you made yourself cum. Everything.”
I swallowed, my face burning red as images of that unholy night flashed in my mind.
I licked two fingers as he said, trailing it all the way down to the already sleek folds between my legs.
Then I dug in, the sleeky sensation pushing my eyes close.
“Open them. I want to see.”
My eyes managed to part, closely followed by my mouth.
My folds grew slickier the more I worked my fingers in, drawing low cries from my lips.
I had to close my eyes.
“Open.” He growled, rising.
We locked eyes, as I widened my legs, intensely flicking my wet mound until I began to feel my legs twitch.
“Do I stop? Tell me what to do,” I cried.
He said nothing, just sipped the wine in his hand while I continued to pound myself deeper, crying and unwilling to get to that point as I wanted him to do it himself.
I needed his fingers to replace mine.
To show me how a big, bad wolf tamed his prey.
Finally, he set his glass aside, leaning downwards.
“You really did your assignment. Now let the king give you a fitting reward.”
He smirked.