Little Sip of Sin (Creature Cafe, #2)

by Clio Evans

It was funny how much fate had to say in my work. I was just the pen, and destiny was the ink. Even the darkest of creatures had a yearning in them— a yearning to be cared for. To be loved. Even Hades had a soulmate.

Holy fuck, I wanted to do really bad things to both of them. The type of things that a priest would drown me in holy water for.

Dracon let out a little moan. “I think we wanted to ease into it, but if you keep teasing us, then I’m going to make you suck his cock while I eat you out.”

I’d be able to hold Kat in my jaws. A shot of pleasure ran through me, and I groaned, the image of her riding my tongue making my balls squeeze.

Dragons, magic, and sex— oh my!