Shane swallows hard. It should not be this hot to watch Henry humiliate this man who thought he was going to fuck me however he wanted, but I’m insanely aroused. Or maybe just insane. Maybe thisismy madness.
“Her breasts are perfect. Perky and just the right size,” Shane says. “They were the first thing I noticed since she was showing them off so much.”
“And?” Henry prods. “What about this beautiful bare pussy? I wasn’t expecting it on our wedding night, but she wanted me to have a perfect view of what’s mine.”
If my underwear weren’t jammed in my mouth, I would tell him I underwent a treatment years ago from a healer who specialized in removing body hair. It had nothing to do with him or my wedding, and everything to do with keeping male partners from getting lost.
He pumps my fingers faster still, and I gasp.
“She’s very tight, you know. Isn’t that right, lovely?” He nuzzles my neck. “Didn’t I have to stretch you out and go nice and deep on our wedding night?”
I moan and squirm against him. I’m so tense from the day, and I need this release. As I shift, I feel Henry’s hard cock pressed against my backside.
I freeze. Is he actually going to fuck me right here in front of Shane—not for some ceremony, but because he wants to?
I didn’t think we would have sex again after our wedding night. Spite is usually the only motivation I require. But all the stress of the wedding and the Breeder and the fear that Aidia might be hurt is exhausting. If he wanted to right now, I would let him. Just thinking about him stretching me wide has me clenching around my fingers.
He grips my wrist and forces me to fuck myself harder, as if he wants to punish me for enjoying this game.
“I’ve never fucked a bare pussy,” Shane says.
I can’t fathom why Shane would be so forthcoming. He has to realize how screwed he is. Surely he can read Henry’s very obvious anger. Thenagain, he also thought I was a woman to mess with, so maybe he’s just not great at reading people.
“Is that what you wanted to do when you brought her up here?” Henry asks.
“I wanted her to sit on my face. I wanted to taste her.”
I watch Henry’s mouth tip into a grin in my peripheral. “And? Is thatallyou wanted to do?” His aura stretches out long fingers, almost like it’s shoving at Shane’s chest in challenge.
Shane clears his throat. “I wanted to hold her down and watch her struggle as I fucked some respect into her.”
“I know the feeling,” Henry says. “And why did you think you had a right to do that?”
Shane nods toward my rumpled gown. “She wore that dress and brought me up here alone. I know what she wanted even if she wouldn’t say so directly. All women need a firm hand from time to time.”
Henry’s chuckle is low and lethal as he pumps my hand faster. I’m so close, the tension in my belly hurts. I just need a little more friction and I will go right over the edge.
Instead, Henry pulls my hand away and swats my pussy hard. I grunt in frustration from the spoiled orgasm as much as from the stinging pain on my sensitive flesh.
Henry holds my hand up in front of my face and nips at my ear. “Summon your magic to those fingers.”
The failed orgasm has me seeing red. I want to punch him, but I listen, watching as my fingers turn dark purple.
Henry wrenches me up to stand and drags me to Shane.
“You tried to take something from her that wasn’t given freely,” Henry growls. “The only taste of my wife you’ll ever get will be your last.”
He shoves my poison fingers, still soaked from my pussy, into Shane’s mouth.
Shane has no idea what he’s doing. He clearly thinks this is a kink because he sucks my fingers hard and groans.
Henry goes so still at the sound that I wonder if he’ll rip the man’s throat out before my poison can kill him.
I’m spared the suspense when Shane’s face goes suddenly pale. He tries to clear his throat but starts to choke. His mouth foams and his eyes go comically wide as he struggles to breathe.
The sound of his head going limp against the back of the chair snaps me out of my haze.
I yank my panties out of my mouth. “You brute! He had information. Why would you kill him before we asked more questions?” I snap, wrenching myself away from Henry and spinning to face him.
