Little Sip of Sin (Creature Cafe, #2)

by Clio Evans

Part of being a snow baby was that you figured out how to use layers to accentuate what god gave you, and I had mastered that art pretty well.

Dragon shifters. My stomach gave an uneasy pull, my pussy throbbing. Easy girl, I hissed at myself.

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.

“I’m going to breed him fucking raw,” he rasped. “And then I’m going to take you, little kitten.”

His fingers suddenly weren’t enough. I longed to be filled by something much, much bigger. It didn’t matter that his cock was as big as my leg at this point.

“You have at least another hour to go and several more orgasms. And then, you’ll eat dinner. By the end of dinner, you’ll be begging to be knotted again. You’re about to be almost nothing more than my sex slave. Same for Dell, too. But don’t worry,” I said, standing up. “I’ll take care of both of you. Enjoy the ride, kitten. I’m going to go finish the spaghetti.”

There were three things Mr. Dragon-Bastard didn’t know about me. One, I refused to be degraded as human. Two, I wasn’t going to be commanded like a dog. Three, I knew kung fu.

I had a lot of questions for Kat. A lot of questions for Dracon. A lot of questions for myself and the fact that I just got off to the idea of being eaten by Dracon.

“I’m going to breed you,” he whispered. The idea sent a lightning rod straight to my pussy. I let out a stunned breath. I didn’t know I had a breeding kink, but based on how my entire body was tingling now— I’d say I definitely had one.

“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.”

Part of being a creature was never flinching when an 8 foot tall orc showed up on your doorstep wearing nothing but a loincloth and a sword.

“PETER, DID I SAY YOU COULD WALK? Your feet have been killing you!” Dante roared, dashing towards the man named Peter.

Biscuit stared into my soul as the girl droned on about how amazing she was. I was now convinced Satan had a long lost pet, and this was it.

Dracon snorted and then shrugged, pushing his finger into the cage. Biscuit battered his finger with paw swipes— making me wonder if cats were secretly trained to be MMA fighters or if that was just this naked one.