Page 15 of Invidia
I threw my leg over his hips, not relishing the idea of being on top when my thighs were already jelly, but also not wanting to lie down on the hard, cold ground.
Fortunately, Evrin seemed more than willing to do the work as I slid down on his cock, lifting me easily, his claws digging into my hips. I braced myself with my palms on his chest, my own nails doing their valiant best to gouge his thick skin as I clung on for dear life, a vicious orgasm doing its best to drag me under despite my best efforts to hold it at bay a little longer.
I didn’t want this to end. I wanted this to go on forever.
Unfortunately, there was absolutely no holding back the moment I heard Evrin’s low, masculine moan. The sound of his pleasure seemed to travel directly through my ears and down my body, shoving me abruptly over the edge.
For a brief moment, the pitch black in-between seemed to glow. Even my skin felt supercharged—everything was too sensitive and just right all at once. Evrin’s knot swelled as he came, and I sobbed slightly at the welcome stretch.
I felt so full, so connected to him in every way.
Evrin pulled me forward so I was draped over his body, and the movement set off another chain of orgasms. There was no post-sex awkwardness. There was no room for anything but the kind of pleasure that made us forget who and where we were.
“You’re so addictive,” I mumbled into his chest, immediately mortified at the slip.
“So are you,” Evrin replied, claws tickling my back.
“Are you okay?” I asked when he shuddered beneath me, his jaw tightening for a moment before he relaxed again.
“I am,” he assured me, stroking my spine again. “The power I get from feeding on you is… overwhelming. I’ll need to go and siphon directly.”
“Is it hurting you?” I asked, alarmed. “Ophelia didn’t mention that side effect.”
Evrin snorted. “I wouldn’t say hurting, but I don’t have room to hold this level of power within me. The king has a far deeper well to fill than I do. You don’t need to worry about it, Tallulah. Once I siphon, I’ll feel fine. And the realm’s stores will be much healthier for it.”
“Glad to be of service,” I laughed. And I genuinely meant it, though, my motives for getting Evrin naked weren’t exactly altruistic.
I suspected we were both lingering—probably for different reasons—but Evrin was clearly getting increasingly uncomfortable as the need to siphon weighed down on him, and he was due to start his shift soon.
“We really need to get you back before your friends send out a search party,” he muttered, helping me to my feet. Although my clothes were obviously a foreign concept to him—especially my industrial-sized minimizer bra—he carefully pulled everything right side out and shook them flat before passing them to me to put on.
My underwear was ruined the instant I put it on, soaked through with slick and cum. I was going to have to go and wash the moment I was back in Elverston House.
“It’s so nice in here,” I said, stepping into my dress and pulling it up my body. “Like a little bubble away from… well, everything. Not that I necessarily need that,” I added hastily, not wanting to come across like I was complaining. “I’m very grateful to have a home here in the shadow realm at all.”
“A home seems like the least we can provide, considering what you’re giving in return,” Evrin scoffed. “And Elverston House is hardly luxurious accommodations—at least what I’ve seen of it from the outside. May I carry you?”
The question gave me whiplash.
“Can you?” I asked dubiously.
I couldn’t see his face, but I could sense that the question offended him. Evrin made a show of sweeping me off my feet, scooping me into his arms bridal style like it was nothing.
I barely muffled my shriek of surprise, throwing my arms around his neck and holding on tightly. Though, as he began walking us through the darkness, it didn’t seem like he was having any difficulty carrying me.
My scent was probably announcing loudly and proudly how much I was enjoying this.
“You’re really strong.”
“Yes,” Evrin agreed. I was pretty sure there was a teeny hint of smugness in there, though he was being very gentlemanly about it.
He put me down gingerly as we approached the portal in front of the palace, his hands lingering before he pulled them away. I didn’t quite experience the sting of rejection that I had when he hadn’t appeared at dinner, but there was a little sliver of something unpleasant.
“I’ll walk ahead,” Evrin said. “That’ll clear the way for you to follow.”
“Why?” I asked, slightly alarmed. “Are you going to threaten them or something?”
Evrin let out a startled laugh. “No, nothing so extreme. Shades tend to avoid me, that’s all.”