Page 41 of Feast

She knew that Rolf would be so disappointed in her.

“This is what you need, Ika.”

Thusar’s hips began to roll and gyrate in curious patterns. His pelvis thrust forward, and his hard cock dragged over Ika’s flushed face. His length sawed across her lips. Instinctively, Ika’s tongue darted out and flickered across the veined underside of Thusar’s shaft.

Thusar growled with satisfaction.

He lined up his tip with Ika’s mouth.

“Open,” he commanded.

Her lips parted without a moment’s hesitation, as if they had a mind of their own—a mind that was willing to obey the ukkur’s every command.

“Careful, boss,” Gunnar’s voice came from beside. “Don’t forget, she’s a biter.”

Thusar merely chuckled.

“Don’t give her any ideas, Gunnar.” Then to Ika he added, “You’re not going to bite me, are you?”

Ika stared up at him silently, with his tip resting on the cushion of her lower lip.

“Because if you do, I’ll punish you thoroughly, understand?”

“I can take it,” Ika whispered. “I’m not afraid of your punishments.”

Where had that come from? It was a lie. Ika was very much afraid. Her heart was pounding away in her chest like some helpless prey.

But somehow she couldn’t help testing Thusar, even though she knew that to do so was unwise.

Thusar rumbled with cruel laughter.

“We’ll see about that, Ika.” And then, in a more commanding tone: “Open wider.”

Again, Ika’s lips obeyed of their own accord, and Thusar’s hard cock slipped inside her mouth.

“Mmpf!“

Fluid dribbled on Ika’s tongue, hot and intensely salty. She tried to pull away again, but still that massive ukkur fist held her fast.

“Hold still,” Thusar commanded. “Take it.”

Ika froze. She glared up at Thusar with fire in her eyes. For a few moments, the only sounds were Slaine’s muffled growls and slurpings down below.

“Gods,” Thusar whispered. “Your lips look so good wrapped around me like that.”

He penetrated deeper. His hard meat glided along Ika’s tongue. His cock was heavy and smooth in her mouth.

“So damn good.”

Thusar pushed a little deeper, then pulled back until he slipped from Ika’s mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva dribbled down her chin.

“Does that taste good? Do you like that?”

Ika didn’t speak, but her cheeks flooded red with heat. Thusar saw that blush and read its meaning.

“Good.”

He thrust into her again, plunging a little deeper this time, and Ika moaned around the thick meat filling her mouth. He was so girthy that her jaw was already beginning to ache.