Little Sip of Sin (Creature Cafe, #2)

by Clio Evans

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.

He took me in hungrily, his gaze sweeping my face, my breasts, and then my legs.

“I could handle you,” I said, dismissive of what he meant. “Both of you,” I said, tipping my chin up. “I’m sure you could, kitten,” he said, his voice dangerously low. Kitten. Oh, fuck.

A hand touched my thigh, and I looked over at Dracon. Heat speared me, my words lost to the void of lust. “You feel it too?” he whispered. Feel it? Yeah, I felt it. I felt like my heart was about to explode, my mind about to implode, and my pussy about to cum harder than it ever had.

You could leave at any point if you chose to. And of course— we won’t eat you,” Dell said. The twist of his lips told me otherwise. Well, maybe he wasn’t going to eat me. But, he was going to devour me.

“You want to be my little slut?” I growled mercilessly.

“You’re a little brat.

“Do it,” she gasped.

“Good girl,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck. “You’re such a good girl, cumming around my knot. I can feel you dripping out. I can feel your entire body taking me, drinking my seed. Yielding to me.”

“You’re going to be tied to me for a while, darling, but I’m not going to stop fucking you. Your cunt is going to be raw,”

“Look at you,” he whispered. “A little dragon slut. All you want is this, huh?”