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Over the years, I’d become a master at maintaining control. She almost never wore skirts, though, and judging by the strength of her feminine scent, I’d say my sweet little bird wasn’t wearing panties today.
He’d have a brawny build with wings, and maybe some extra sets of eyes somewhere. I’d be lying if I said I never laid in bed at night, touching myself to the thought of his feathers brushing against my flesh as his celestial eyes bore into me.
“Just because you spiked my drink and chained me up doesn’t make me your mate. You’re going to have to fuck me to seal the mating bond.”
“You want me, little bird?” She gave a little nod, the chain around her neck clinking with the movement. “Then get on your knees and take me out. I want you to see what you’re about to get fucked with.”
I almost came from the look on her face. Her heartbeat launched into hyper speed at the sight of my incubus cock.
“That’s a good girl,” I praised her. “Now show me how good your pretty human lips look wrapped around my monster cock.”
“I want to feel it inside me,” I told him, unable to control my emotions for a second longer. “Fuck me, Callum. Please. Make me your mate.”
“Why can’t you fuck me with your dick?” “Because I’ll tear you open if I do that. We have to get your tight little pussy ready to take me. Your body belongs to me now, and I’m going to have fun with it for a very long time. So I’m going to take care of it as best I can. Can’t have you breaking on me before I’ve had my fill of you.”
“Show me how damn good your fingers look stuffed inside your pretty little cunt.”
“That’s it, pet. Take my cock.”
He was so huge I swear I could almost feel him in my throat.
Callum Reaver was half angel, half demon. He was Heaven and Hell. Pleasure and pain. Salvation and suffering.
Something was happening to me. As I’d fucked my secretary’s gorgeous cunt and felt her walls twitch and shudder around me, it was like finding a missing puzzle piece—or more accurately, a lock snapping into place.
It was like I was a wild bear coming out of hibernation, and I was ravenous for every drop I could possibly milk from her. Her tears, her blood, her piss, her cum.
She received my brutal kisses like they were sweet pecks, wore my collar like it was a dainty necklace and took my rough fucking like it was sweet love making.
“Chains and bloodplay may be a semi-frequent occurrence. They weren’t just because I was mad at you. I really enjoy those things.”
