Collared (an MM Primal Play novella): The Wicked Chase by Lola Malone

Author:Lola Malone [Malone, Lola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-17T18:30:00+00:00

7

THUREL

Maël has dark hair, even though his strands are covered by the hood right now. They are as dark as the feathers of a raven. I know this, because I have seen him before, mostly in the canteen, the odd time in the library.

“We looked at each other, the other day in the canteen,” I blurt. I didn’t think he was looking at me.

“Hmm, we did.” He offers a smile that is void of any sweetness. It’s lustful, and impish. “I was wondering if you’d ever dare to look my way.” The blue of his irises form a thin, shiny layer around the immense pupils he has fixed on me, grounding me in place between his thighs, my back against the blanket on the floor. His cloaked, upper body hovers over me when he firmly plants his hands on both sides of my head. I shiver. With excitement, trepidation, or need, I’m not sure. Perhaps with a bit of all three and more.

“W—what do you mean?” I croak.

“Exactly what I say. Looking at me would be the beginning of the end.” His grin widens, and he dips his gaze and bumps our noses together, latching his teeth onto my bottom lip. It’s playful, the way he nips, but the gesture becomes more thorough in the next few seconds, causing my heartbeat to increase. My hands curl into fists as I try to keep my breathing even, but I fail dramatically, judging from the frenzied puffs of air that escape my mouth. No way he doesn’t hear it either.

“The beginning of your end,” Maël mumbles against my mouth. He nudges my lips to parting them with his tongue, before he licks inside my mouth, and I give in with a shiver and sigh. His invasion is hot and possessive and I moan against his tongue, unable to resist.

When he lowers his body against mine, my hand snakes out before I can stop myself, clutching onto the curve where his hip and back meet, and I squeeze.

The beginning of my end? What does he mean? The thoughts are shoved back when I grab hold of the soft velvet between my hands, fingers grazing over his firm, toned skin. It makes me want to dig in harder, makes me want to capture more of his uncovered flesh. Will it feel warm against my palm? Pliant and smooth?

Maël pulls away with a final kiss on my lips, then straightens his posture so he’s straddling my thighs, grinning wickedly as he opens his cloak. I shouldn’t be surprised by the lack of clothes underneath, his black boxer briefs and an equally dark tank top the only garment he’s wearing. Almond eyes stare at me intently as he traces his fingers over his own chest, putting himself on display as he dips his digits slowly, knowing that he’s got my full attention. Leisurely lifting the garment to expose his tanned skin, he teases my burning eyes and straining cock with the way his hands, rubbing them over his tight abs as he rolls his hips.

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