Caught in the Basilisk's Gaze (Monsters of Faery, #4)

by Mallory Dunlin

" Excuse me?!" I squawked, startled into it. "My options are fuck you or die?"

He made a low sound of satisfaction and did it again, his tongue hot against my sensitive skin. Each lick left a tingling wake behind, almost like a pleasant stinging, the traces of venom in his saliva amplifying the natural response of my body to having an attractive man licking my pussy.

It felt incredible, every slow stroke of his tongue leaving me panting for more. His long canine teeth pressed against my skin, rocking against me as he started moving his head, not taking his tongue off of me. And that tongue—! Holy fuck, he really did know what he was doing, because he kept the perfect amount of pressure on my clit, his wet mouth exactly the right combination of slick and strong.

It had fucking ridges. It had a bulge, too, exactly placed so that every hard thrust shoved those ridges directly into my g-spot. By three strokes in, I was already shaking. My poor overwrought body didn't know what to do with itself, but there was no fighting the demand of his cock. I didn't have any other option but to let myself fall into it, the heat spreading through my core like a fire through tinder. It built and built, nothing mattering but the harsh breaths and the ridged cock of the man rutting into me.

"Fuck, Danica, you taste like paradise when you come. Tell me I get to do that again."

"You're already soaking wet, you beautiful creature," Vaduin said in a lustful voice, running his nose and mouth along my thigh. "Will you be disappointed if I take advantage of such largesse?"

"Come for me," he said, the words as much lustful pleading as they were demand. "Come on my cock. Let me have it all."

I'd never seen a fae with tattoos before – at least, not significant ones – but Vaduin had some serious ink. A sharp-lined geometric mandala sat over his heart, the points reaching above his collarbones, and the design continued up onto his shoulders, where it turned into a pair of feathered wings. The wings themselves must have gone onto his shoulderblades, because they ran along the back of his arms, the long inked feathers reaching down almost to his elbows and coming around to his topline. Aside from the big piece, he had an ouroboros wrapping around his right wrist, and a moth beneath his navel, right above where the pale feathering of his groin started, covering over what had to be a slit for his cocks.

"Rights of conquest," he said, letting go of my wrist to cup my pussy through my pants. "If you want to have me, you surrender your right to touch yourself. Your pleasure is mine."

Fuck it. Guess we're slutting it up in the woods.

And then I broke Kyra.

the gasp I gusped...

"Would you ask me to part from you forever? Or to watch your blood spilled by a furious father?" he asked quietly. "Everything we possess belongs to the other, including our debts. I can feel ours dragging at me. Allow me the mercy of both clearing it and keeping you safe."

Vaduin started trembling, his dull claws digging into my arms. "My soulmate."

Sweet Vaddy..m My heart is breaking