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Except this one. Drake was mauleon, and she had come to see he was hers as much as she was his.
She wanted to see his hand on her, ordering her down, while he collared her.
Hot and taboo.
He slid from her, making her flinch as his cock was extracted. As he wormed down the bed, she lowered her legs. He put his mouth to her pussy and dedicated himself to her there.
Fingers, slippery pressing fingers. Claws and tongue. The sharpness of almost-pain. Wet pleasure that rose and rose, centered on her clit.
A climax burst upon her.
Jerking at his mouth, she came endlessly, or so it seemed until at last she collapsed, panting, her muscles limp. A few hazy seconds later he was on her and fucking her ass again. Unable to do more than groan, tied up and blissed out, she succumbed to the awesomeness of post-climax fucking.
Claws cradling her butt, Drake snarled and shoved into her, and came inside her ass. Much of his cum seemed to end up on the sheets beneath her.
Mauleons had their ways, yes.
While he untied her, she decided she loved those ways... most of them. Being collared and leashed called to her in a filthy taboo way it never would have, a million years ago, when her brothers ruled. However, sex in public seemed a claw too far.
But could she convince him otherwise?
Chapter Eighteen
Drake announced he was taking her to see the site where her brothers had died. Was that okay, because he had things to show her? After thinking through the dark memories she’d pretty much buried, she’d nodded.
Yes, she would go. It would not be easy. She may not have wholeheartedly loved her brothers, but they had been family.
Family meant a lot.
“I’ll wait for you in the underground garage. I have to check on a few things.”
Drake went ahead of her, down the grand stairs beyond her entry doors, while she did a last-minute check of clothes and hair, then applied a smidgen of makeup. This wasn’t an official occasion, so she wore black leggings, a long-sleeved shirt beneath a black corset, and plain shoes. In a way, this would be a last way to say goodbye to her brothers.
Walking along the hallway to the white doors, she spotted an envelope on the hallway shelving, tucked beneath a book she’d been reading. It was addressed to her. Queen-to-be Calliope Dywin.
It was always jarring to see herself addressed that way.
