Page 85 of Their Blood Queen

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Page 85 of Their Blood Queen

Anger might have been my first choice, but I’m not angry with Scarlett. I’m mostly furious at myself for allowing a human to get the better of me.

It won’t happen again.

I’ll protect you, Scarlett. I’ll fix this, somehow.

And I’ll cut that male’s tongue from his mouth for daring to taste you.

The thought of maiming Earl Rinhold satisfies the bloodlust in my soul. It’s something to look forward to once I find what I’m looking for.

Which will require patience and creativity. I need to keep Earl Rinhold busy so that he can’t intrude on Scarlett again.

I also need to reassure her that I’m going to save her from this.

But carefully. Any interference on my part might be misconstrued by the blood contract magically bound by my life force.

So I won’t say anything.

I’ll show her why this feels right. Sliding my thumb between her lips, I love that she parts them for me.

I can’t help that my cock is hard as it presses against her abdomen and comes up nearly to her breasts. It feels natural to have her body conform to my size, and her tongue flicks out as she rolls it over my thumb. My cock flinches at her delicate invitation.

I’m massive compared to her petite, lickable form. But that’s okay. If she chooses to stay, if she wants to see what she’s capable of, I have the ability to force her body to accept me.

All of me.

“Would you like me to taste you again?” I ask her. I need her verbal agreement for anything I might do.

Earl Rinhold hadn’t asked for permission. He’d tempted her and manipulated her.

That’s the difference between me and him. I will make sure that Scarlett doesn’t question what she enjoys with me.

She sucks on my thumb, and I’m nearly undone by her nonverbal rebuttal.

Perhaps she wants to taste me again instead, and I understand why. My essence would be addicting to her.

I’m a drug to humans. My blood has powerful properties, as does my cum.

But to a compatible mate? I could make her go insane.

She grabs my massive shaft with both hands, making me throb underneath her touch. “Tell me if this is real, Cain, not-Cain.”

“It can’t be real,” I say.

Not yet.

“But it can feel real, little star,” I offer. It’s all I have for her right now.

She’s safe in only this realm until I find what I’m looking for.

Her hands move up and down my shaft, stroking me and forcing silver liquid to drizzle from the top of my throbbing head. She licks her lips as she looks down at it.

But I don’t want her drunk on me. I want her to feel what real pleasure is supposed to be, not a manipulated version of it.

“Lie down on the bed,” I instruct. “If you want my tongue, I will give it to you.”

“I want this,” she says as she rolls her fingers over the head of my cock, taking the substance and slowly bringing it to her mouth.

I grab her wrist to stop her as I growl. Then I smear it across her cheek. She pants as I coat her face with the cum she’s claimed.




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