Await

Await by Viola Grace Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Viola Grace
Tags: sci-fi, paranormal, erotic romance
every motion.
    Her cries became plaintive, begging and insistent at the same time. Her nails scored his back, tearing at his shirt.
    His cry was bestial as he shoved into her and darted forward to bite.
    Orphia’s scream was part panic, part pain and half pleasure. Her orgasm rode the edge of adrenaline, and she clutched at Xeric with all her might.
    Inside her, she felt the swell and spasm of his cock as his cum splashed inside her. He jerked against her and kept her tight to his chest as a groan came out of him with every twitch.
    When he pulled out of her, his expression was fierce and satisfied. “It is a good start, but I really want to taste you again.”
    She quivered. She was satiated, tired and hungry, but there was always time for a meal later.
    He carried her to the bed, which was a good thing as she was sure that her legs would not hold her. Xeric sat her on the edge of the bed and used the razor-sharp claw in his fingertip to cut away the remains of her clothing.
    She shivered when he laid her on her back and yelped when the bed shot tendrils out that pulled her arms out and away from her sides. “That is cheating.”
    He grinned and pulled his shirt off, examining the claw marks that she had left in the back. “It isn’t cheating unless there is a winner.”
    She tugged at the vines, grimacing when they stretched but took up the slack with every motion. Another vine wrapped lovingly around her neck, pulling her chin up so she could not meet Xeric’s gaze or watch what he was doing.
    Orphia heard clattering and an off-key humming, but she didn’t see what was happening.
    A band snapped around each ankle, and they began to creep upward. The feeling of the band was of a thousand tiny tongues licking upward, and as the creeping continued, she started to squirm.
    “They are creeper bands. Each one is keyed to my pattern, so they go only as far as I wish them to.”
    She shuddered as they found the spot behind her knees that always drove her nuts. Her body twisted, but her legs stopped moving when more vines caught them and held them fast.
    “Very responsive. Your skin is really quite sensitive.” He seemed fascinated by her response to the light, licking touches on her legs, but he wrapped lighter-weight bands on her breasts and sat back.
    While the bands licking her legs were distracting, the feel of a ring of tongues working their way up her breasts to the nipple and back down again had her clenching her thighs together as best she could manage.
    “Ah, ah. None of that.” The vines widened her legs by wrapping around her legs just above the knees.
    “Why won’t you let me see what is going on?”
    “I noticed during the assignment, that your imagination was enough to get you hot and bothered. I intend to see how much bother you can withstand.” He chuckled.
    Orphia felt the shift in weight on the bed as he moved between her thighs. His tongue joined the moving bands and trailed up first one inner thigh, then the other. Xeric’s hair rubbed the inside of her thighs and added to her stimulation.
    She twisted in place, held by the vines, her breath came in pants as she waited for his tongue to lick a little harder, trail the wet heat a little higher.
    A finger stroked her lower lips and parted her smoothly. Her mouth curved as she hoped it was not the razor-sharp finger when it slid into her.
    Xeric’s tongue was lapping at her clit while his finger worked into her, mimicking the coupling that was still sharp in her memory.
    When his hand lifted her slightly, she winced as a vine tapped at her rosebud, seeking entrance. It worked into her slowly and thickened when it gained entrance.
    Her senses rioted when it started to thrust in the same beat as Xeric’s finger and his tongue.
    Her orgasm was fast, hard and left her breathless.
    He paused to let her catch her breath, and then, he began all over again.

Chapter Nine
    Sore didn’t begin to cover it. Groaning would have woken the sleeping giant in

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