Page 69 of Shadow Mark
She climbed onto him and took a moment to position herself. Over the last two days she’d gotten hands-on experience with their different anatomy, but it still took a moment to line herself up. She sank down on his lower dick, loving the warm burn as it stretched her and filled her up.
Leaning forward, she planted her hands on his shoulders, wedging his top cock between their bodies. Each rock of her hips rubbed his length. He gripped her hips, encouraging her to go faster, then slower. He pumped his hips up, reaching deep inside her. Her fingers curled, scraping her blunt nails across his skin.
Baris’ eyes—all four—rolled to the back of his head. “Do that again. Get your claws into me,” he demanded.
Lenore dug her nails in, grazing them across his chest. His body tensed, and his grip tightened on her hips. Hot, sticky seed sprayed across her stomach.
She dragged her finger into the mess and brought it to her lips, aware that he watched intently as she licked her finger clean. Salt burst on her tongue, and she sighed with pleasure.
Baris lunged upward, wrapping his arms around her and rolling her onto her back. He pushed into her, his arms planted on either side of her head, and her knees were pressed against her chest. His hips moved with determination, snapping in and out of her. He had her pinned to the mattress, slamming hard and making her breasts jiggle from the force.
She dragged her nails along his back. He went harder, growling with pleasure, and she felt the vibration in her chest. She kept them short out of habit because scrubbing under long nails was a pain, but she’d grow them out if this was the response.
Yes, please.
Suddenly, she was there, right at the precipice of another climax. It curled inside her, going tighter and tighter. She couldn’t move. She just couldn’t. She wanted to drag it out, to enjoy the tension and the bliss, and any movement would end it too soon. Then it was upon her—every nerve sang in rapture. It was too much. It was perfect.
Baris pumped twice more. Slowed. Then again, groaning as he released.
He rolled to the side, cradling her to him.
“I’m sticky,” she said, wriggling away.
His arms tightened. He wasn’t letting her go. “A moment more.”
The moment stretched into five. Her eyes grew heavy, and she could feel herself slipping away into a nap. She pushed away, successfully breaking free this time. “We need to eat a proper meal. Like adults. With clothes.”
Baris groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “So many rules.”
The computer sounded an alert. Someone was at the door. Only a handful of people would have been able to get through security to knock on his chamber door, and none of them could be ignored.
“Time to get back to real life,” she said.
“You. Remain here.” He kissed her forehead before leisurely strolling to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth, delivered with another kiss. “Take your time. I’ll deal with the intrusion.”
He grabbed a sheet, wrapped it around his waist, and ambled to the door, his pace unbothered.
“Consider wearing pants!” she called after him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LENORE
The world descended on Lenore. The media was filled with reports on the king’s human mistress, complete with wildly out-of-context photos that either made Lenore out to be some kind of glamorous maneater or a wild, barely civilized monster that threatened to destroy the monarchy, depending on the spin of the news cycle.
Exclusive pictures inside the royal lovenest!
“How do you even know she’s looking at you? Those two eyes just stare straight ahead. It’s unnatural.”
Get the insider dirt on the king’s pet human!
It was all rubbish, a nonstop deluge of utter garbage.
Appointments at the clinic tripled. Lenore went from being the last choice to having her schedule packed with people who wanted to take a gander at the infamous human doctor. The front desk did a decent enough job of screening that out, but enough slipped through. Messages flooded her personal communicator, forcing her to block all incoming calls.
She was scrutinized, examined under the microscope of public opinion. Her past was for anyone to discuss. Her every choice was criticized, from her clothes right down to how she smiled. Not enough, obviously bad. Smiled too much, surprisingly terrible. Apparently, fangless human teeth were weird, and it was a faux pas to smile too broadly. Who knew?
Also, she had a new bestie, Kenth, who followed her everywhere. Even the toilet. Well, she waited discreetly outside the bathroom while Lenore splashed water on her face and screamed into a paper towel.