Jailer to the Death God: A Standalone Dark Rulers Romance by Rebecca F. Kenney

Author:Rebecca F. Kenney [Kenney, Rebecca F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

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My heart is pounding harder and faster than ever before in my life.

I have the death god in my mouth. And he’s being very, very loud, despite my warning.

I reach up, planning to put my fingers over his lips, but he’s too tall. I can’t cover his mouth and keep sucking him at the same time. So I lay my hand on his chest instead, between the lapels of his open coat, right over his heart.

It’s beating as fast as mine.

There’s a hectic delight in being the first one to do this for him. He tastes better than any of the three men I’ve pleasured this way—clean and faintly salty, fragrant with cedar and sage. The head of his cock is the perfect size and shape, and the saltiness is more intense at the tiny slit where he’s leaking arousal.

He’s grasping the seat, claws shredding the upholstery, his shadow magic swirling around me in a storm of power. The shadowy tendrils have a subtle, vibrating energy to them. I wonder how they would feel against my bare skin.

Heavy groans break from the god’s full lips, and I lift my eyes to his face while I continue tending to his cock. His head is thrown back, exposing the tense, masculine lines of his throat. The top button of his shirt is undone, and I can see the hollow between his collarbones. Luckily for the carriage roof, he has managed to keep his horns or antlers from appearing, but his skin is turning that lovely shade of rich green again.

I bob my mouth faster on him, rising higher on my knees so I can get more of his length into my open throat. My fingers press firmly over his heart.

His body shudders, muscles contracting, and his cock throbs, spurting some of his release down my throat while he groans, a deep sound of relief. I pull back a bit, letting him come on my tongue, and I swallow carefully. I suck on him, coaxing out every last drop.

As I glide my tongue along his warm length, a strange tenderness suffuses my heart.

I didn’t do this because of a promise, or out of a sense of obligation. I wanted it. Craved the sight of him losing control, collapsing under the blissful weight of physical pleasure.

No one has ever devoured me with the debauched enthusiasm of the death god. He seemed to honestly revel in the taste of me. The pleasure that washed over my body was so intense I wanted to cry, because I haven’t felt anything that lovely in months.

I suppose that’s another reason I decided to pleasure him. Sheer gratitude.

I’m still holding the base of Arawn’s cock, thinking about giving it another lick, when his fingers curl under my chin and he tilts my face up.

He’s bending forward, his green eyes searching mine. “You swallowed it all?”

“Yes.”

“How did it taste?”

“Rich, creamy. Salty. I liked it.”

“And you’re all right?”

“Of course.” I tuck him back into his pants and move to my seat while he takes over buttoning them.

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