He was very handsome. His hair had come loose from his ponytail and now rested in uneven waves across his shoulder. It wasn’t too long, just coming past his shoulders. She couldn’t help but wonder if he kept it long for stylish reasons or because he just didn’t care anymore. Though if there was one impression she did get from the man it was--I don’t give a fuck.

Darien Kategan, what are your secrets?

A thought floated through her head like a feather in the wind. She almost laughed aloud and quickly stamped out the idea. She couldn’t, could she? A soft part of her, a very feminine part, wanted to so badly.

She frowned, a deep sadness filling her. Daniel was going to find her eventually. She couldn’t stay here or Daniel would kill Darien. The thought of Darien getting hurt because of her brought an intense pain to her chest. No, she’d have to leave soon. But first, there was something she had to do. Something she craved doing with such power that it was like some other force pushing her to do it.

She wanted to learn about Darien Kategan. She wanted to bring him pleasure, and in return, her own. Because what she was looking forward to for the very long rest of her life was going to be hell. Most of all, she wanted to do this because she sensed the heated connection between them was so much more that she’d ever thought possible.

As quietly as possible, she sat up in the cot, pressing her bare feet to the cool wood floor. She waited to see if he heard her. When he didn’t move, she put pressure into her feet and stood inch by inch.

When she stood all the way up, she looked at him, nervously biting her lip. Could she really do this? She’d never done anything so wild and crazy. She looked over him, noting the way his arms were crossed even in sleep. Somehow that thought gave her all the courage she needed.

Darien Kategan needed her help, and she was going to give it to him. Whether he wanted it or not. This lykaen giant needed someone.

She took one small step forward, her toes barely putting pressure on the wood. When it didn’t creak, she pressed all her weight on it and slowly, gradually made her way closer to him. His back must hurt from sleeping in that hardback chair. Silly man. Oh well, she’d pay him back for letting her have the cot.

Her eyes fell wide and alert to his face as she watched him for any movement. Slowly, as if any quick movement would set a bomb off, she knelt in between his longs legs. He’d kicked them out at some point during the night. Hell, he still wore his dried muddy boots from yesterday.

Her knees dug into the floor and only when she sat all the way down did she softly let go of the breath she’d been holding on to.

Taking a deep breath, she held it as she slowly reached out to the waistband of his jeans. Oh so gently, she pressed just her fingertip to metal button, watching his eyes, expecting to see them jump open at anytime. His head lolled further to the side but otherwise, no movement. His chest rose and fell in a steady, deep rhythm.

After waiting several seconds she brought her other hand into the mix and oh so carefully popped open the button of his jeans. Immediately she pulled back, her arms held up like a cop just told her to freeze. Any second now he’d come roaring awake and yell at her again. Seconds passed and then, nothing.

Breathing freely once again, she gently lifted the tab of his zipper, wincing as she did. She kept her eyes trained on his face as she tugged at the zipper. It hissed loudly in the quiet cabin and she waited, bracing herself for him to fling open his eyes. He didn’t.

There was a hard pressure pushing against his zipper, helping her to pull it down the rest of the way in one easy tug. Her jaw dropped open as his cock sprung out, hard and swollen. The man did not wear underwear and she never thought she’d be happy about that.

Close to moaning, she bit her lip and quickly peered up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. His eyes were closed, his dark lashes laying a thick crescent against his face.

Her bravery faltered as she eyed his erect cock. Surely lykaen cocks must be bigger than others. She’d never seen a vampire’s as big as this. Not that she’d really seen many in her life, and even then they were only glimpses, but it must hurt taking that thing inside a woman. Well he was a giant of a man, so it suited him well, she supposed.

Using only her thumb and index finger, she grabbed it by the tips of her fingers. Encouraged by his deep even breaths, she leaned forward and parted her lips. She was already wet and she hadn’t even tasted him yet and she was dying to. Her mouth watered and she darted her tongue to swipe across the tip of his cock.

Her eyes quickly flung up to his face and in the process, her grip tightened hard around his cock.

Shit, she muttered inwardly and loosened her grip. It was already too late though because he groaned and somehow leaned even further back into the chair. The action thrust his hips toward her and enveloped her further between his longlegs.

She grinned wantonly. See I knew you needed me Darien Kategan.

Gripping him loosely in her fist, she parted her lips and took the tip of him into her mouth. The first taste was heaven. He tasted like he smelled, like raw man but so much more. He was so much more potent this way.

She trained her eyes on his face, watching for any sign of him waking up. Nothing, so she bobbed further down his cock, wetting his stiff flesh. Desire flooded through her. The naughtiness of the act combined with his potent taste flooded her panties with cream. Images flashed through her mind of Darien waking up, then taking her body again and again without remorse or apologies. Just taking.

Moaning, she licked her way up his cock then swallowed him again, creating what she hoped was the perfect rhythm to make him explode in her mouth. She had to know what he tasted like. Had to know what his seed would feel like on her tongue.

She sucked him deep again and again, her mouth so wet that saliva dripped over her loose fist and down to his heavy sac below. The sight was so sexy she long since stopped watching his face. She didn’t care if he woke up. She wanted to give this to him—had to.

His cock grew hotter in her mouth; the thick meat of him grew impossibly wider until he was stuffing her mouth full. Lykaens were definitely bigger than most. Had to be.

Resting her free on hand lightly on his thigh, she felt his muscles twitching and spasming beneath her touch. She opened her eyes to search his face and was almost disappointed to see his eyes still closed.

Though she realized that a part of him definitely knew what was going on. His chest was moving quickly, his lips parted a hair and his arms uncrossed, crept closer, and closer to her. She tightened her fist around him and pumped him faster as she took him deep into her mouth again and again.

A deep, sexy groan sounded from deep in his chest. An answering one pulled at her throat but she stopped it, afraid the gentle sound might rouse him.

His hips started thrusting then, working his cock in and out of her mouth just as his hand reached to twine into her hair.

A deep pulsing throb built inside her. She squirmed, wiggled, as she tried to keep her jaw relaxed around his length. She sensed he was close so she moved faster, squeezing her fist around him tighter and pumping faster. He groaned, sounding like she was killing him, not pleasuring him, and then he swelled even more in the back of her throat.

Cassie tried to pull back to breathe, but his hips pushed up, burying his cock at the back of her throat. His fist tightened to keep her there and then she had only a moment to open her eyes and looked up at his face.

His eyes shot open, found hers. Then he was groaning roughly as hot, thick spurts of cum jetted in her mouth. His face drew into a slackened expression of desperate pleasure—and she loved it. She swallowed the cream in her mouth as more came. She sucked at his head and licked at the tip catching all of his thick seed.


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