A Hunt So Wild and Cruel (Mythic Holidays, #1)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

My preference is men, but I rarely find one who doesn’t irritate me beyond reason, so when I need pleasure, I use my fingers or the cock-shaped toy that resides in a drawer beside my bed. It’s quicker, less messy, and doesn’t involve talking or personal complications.

hehehe

“You haven’t been inside me,” I gasp, wrenching against his hold.

sounds like an invite to me

“I’ve killed everyone I’ve ever fucked,” he says softly.

yikes!

“Pretty little Fae-fucked queen,” he murmurs.

automatic turn on

“Don’t call for the god-stars, little queen. Here I am your god, your king, your emperor. Now let’s work on that pride.”

oh yes daddy brax

won’t be able to touch you. But you’re welcome to ride my cock, or my face. I’m very good with my tongue.” He kisses me again, and this time, when his tongue enters my mouth, it divides in two, each section wriggling suggestively.

oh im a sucker for forked tongues