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But suddenly she put a hand on his wrist.
“Stop—Grath, stop!” she begged.
He stopped at once, concerned that he might have hurt her. She was so tight inside—had he been too rough? But her next words assuaged his fear.
“That feels amazing—so good I think I’m going to come again,” Madeline breathed. “But I don’t want to come again just yet.”
He growled hungrily.
“You want my tongue in you again, baby? Because I’ll be more than happy to taste you some more.”
He withdrew his fingers but before he could go down on her again, Madeline caught his face in both her small hands.
“No, that’s not what I want,” she told him. “I want to return the favor. I…I can feel how hard you are against my thigh.”
She nodded down to where his heavy shaft was tenting the black material of his sleep trousers and rubbing against her inner thigh. In fact, the head of it was nearly nudging her plump pussy lips.
Grath wished he could pull down the trousers and slide inside her—wished he could feel that soft, tight, wetness he’d tasted on his tongue wrapped around his shaft. But he reminded himself that would be a bad idea.
Letting Madeline “return the favor,” as she put it however, seemed like a very good one.
“Only if you want to, baby,” he told her.
“Oh, Iwantto.” Madeline was already working to pull down his sleep trousers and bare his shaft. “Idefinitelywant to.”
Grath watched in bemusement as she took him in her small hands. His shaft was much too big to fit in her tight little pussy but if they had ever made love—which he swore he would never do to her—his precum had chemicals in it that would help her stretch for him.
He saw her eyes go wide as she measured his size and then her fingertips trailed down to circle the swelling at the base of his shaft curiously.
“What’s this?” she asked, looking up at him.
“A little something I got from my Beast Kindred side,” Grath told her. “It’s called a Mating Fist. It’s for knotting.”
“What…what’s knotting?” was her next breathless question.
“It’s when a male’s Mating Fist swells inside his female’s pussy to knot her—to keep them locked together,” Grath explained. Gods, but her soft little hands felt good on him! He loved the feeling of her cool little fingers exploring every inch of his pulsing shaft.
“But why?” Madeline asked, still stroking him with both hands. “Why is, er, knotting necessary? Why does a male need to fill his, er, female with his Mating Fist?”
“So he can breed her long and deep—fill her with his seed and bond her to him,” Grath growled. “Gods, baby—your hands feel so fuckinggoodon me!”
“Oh? Then what about my mouth?”
And with a naughty little smile, she leaned down and licked the head of his cock as though it was a fucking ice cream cone.
“Mmm!” her eyes flew wide and she lapped him again, licking away the precum that was leaking from the slit at his shaft head. “You taste like salted caramel!”
“Is that a good thing?” Grath asked hoarsely. Gods, she was driving himcrazy.
“Averygood thing,” Madeline assured him. “Hmm…I’ve always wondered how big you really were down here, you know,” she admitted, licking him again. “Even back when you were being so grouchy, I couldn’t help thinking all the stories I’ve heard about how Kindred warriors are hung like horses.”
“Hmmm…” Grath rumbled, giving her half a grin. “Are you telling me you were having naughty thoughts about me, little girl? Dirty little fantasies—even when we weren’t getting along?”
Madeline bit her lip and looked up at him from under her lashes.
“Maybe,” she admitted. “I mean, I must have or I wouldn’t have had that dream about you the other night.” And holding his eyes with her own, she deliberately sucked the entire head of his cock into her soft, hot mouth.
“God, baby—that feels so fucking good!” Grath groaned. Reaching out a hand, he stroked her long, silky hair. He loved the picture she made, kneeling between his thighs and sucking him with her nightdress still pushed up to show her pussy.
