The Sea Witch Read online Katee Robert (Wicked Villains #5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Villains Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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I switch breasts, savoring the way she whimpers. I’ve barely gotten started. I have months of pent up lust for this woman, and one taste isn’t anywhere near enough to slake my desire. I look up to find her watching me with a tormented expression on her face. Lust and anger and hurt. It stings, but I push my conscience down deep. It’s never gotten me into anything but trouble, and right now the only thing I want to get into is Zuri.

Ursa releases Zuri’s hands and reaches around me to stroke her fingers down the other woman’s stomach and cup her pussy. “She’s so wet, Alaric.” She pulls her fingers away, and I have to move back so she can lift them between us. “Would you like a taste?”

I want my mouth all over Zuri, but I know better than to push Ursa. She’s likely to deny me out of spite. Another night, it’d be fun to try. Tonight, I’m determined to be on my best behavior. “Yes, Mistress.”

“How polite you are when you want something.” She laughs and touches her fingers to my lips. I suck them deep, running my tongue over her and soaking up Zuri’s taste. “Good, yes?” She withdraws her fingers.

“Yes,” I manage.

She presses her hand to Zuri’s chest and urges her back a step. “On your knees, Alaric.”

I slide off the bed and onto my knees. There are people I’ve submitted to in the past that I chafed at, but with Ursa it feels as natural as breathing. She commands, I obey. Simple as that. There’s freedom in that submission, freedom in trusting her to get us where we need to be. I don’t know if I trust her entirely outside the bedroom, but in here? She’s my Mistress, my queen, my goddess.

“Behind her.” She moves to take the same position I just vacated, sitting at the edge of the bed. Ursa tugs on Zuri’s hands until the other woman bends at the waist and lays her head in Ursa’s lap. The position leaves her ass in the air, and as I move to kneel behind her, her pretty pink pussy is on full display.

“Don’t play coy, lover. Have a taste.” Ursa sounds as regal as if inviting me to sample a dish her cook whipped together.

I lick my lips. “I think I will.” I run my hands up Zuri’s legs and urge her to widen her stance. I should go slow, should work up to things, but having her so close after being denied for so long…

My control snaps at the first drag of my tongue over her pussy. I grab her hips and jerk her back against my mouth. I’m vaguely aware of Zuri crying out, of Ursa’s sinful laughter, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not with Zuri’s taste on my tongue. Not with the way her legs shake on either side of my head.

Fuck, I never want to stop.

Chapter 11

Zurielle

Alaric’s mouth on me feels completely different than Ursa’s did. She teased and tasted. He’s…feasting. I don’t know another word for it. Each possessive stroke of his tongue winds me up tighter, his big hands holding me in place even as I try to squirm.

I can’t move my lower half, but I can move the rest of me.

I rub my face on Ursa’s thighs and cling to her hips. The desire is building and building, until it feels too big for my skin. “Please.”

She sifts her fingers through my hair, devastatingly gentle against the harshness of Alaric’s grip on my hips. “Please what?”

I rub my face against her thighs again. I don’t know what I’m doing, just that I need more. Ursa shifts back a little and spreads her legs, making room for me. I’m flying on instinct alone, driven wild by the feeling of Alaric pushing his tongue inside me. “Oh gods.”

Ursa gives my hair a sharp tug. “Obey my rules, darling. Unless you’re begging or asking permission, don’t speak.”

I’m not sure I can obey her, not unless I do something drastic. I don’t mean to start kissing her through the thin fabric of her dress, but it keeps my mouth busy. And she feels good, almost as good as what Alaric is doing to me.

I drag my hands over her thighs, taking her dress with me. I need, need, need. I want to be good, to obey her simple commands. Or that’s what I tell myself as I kiss her soft thighs. Her laugh makes me shiver, and she tugs her dress up, baring herself from the waist down. “If you’re that eager, don’t let me stop you.”

Alaric moves upward, licking my pussy and then… Oh gods. I shove my face between Ursa’s thighs and muffle my moan against her skin. I should slow down, should ask permission, but she tugs my hair again, guiding me to her pussy, and apparently we don’t really need words at all. I can’t stop my moan at the first taste of her. She’s earthy and slick, and as she guides me up to her clit, I give up the last bit of resistance.


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