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fabric of Maestru’s shirt. “Put your hand there. Go on,” he urged, placing her hand directly on her swollen folds. “I want to see you bring yourself to pleasure.” Adam brought one of her thighs over his knee as Maestru fixed her opposite thigh over his. “Slip your fingers inside,” he whispered against her damp temple, keeping one eye on her, and one on the hunter. “That’s it,” he praised when she obeyed. “What did you find?”
“I’m dripping.” She threw her head back on Adam’s chest, her mouth parted from choppy breaths.
“I can smell her,” Adam said, reaching down to cover his index finger with hers, urging her to reach her climax. “Fifteen yards in,” he nodded to the sky, still helping Dakota masturbate, swiveling his wrist so her finger twirled inside her delicate flesh.
Maestru could swallow Dakota whole about now. “Do you want my fingers there?” he asked, smiling against her throat. “Say it.”
“Yes,” she shivered as her body neared the pinnacle. “Do you enjoy Adam directing your hand?” When she jerked violently, Maestru pressed. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes,” she gasped, her climax teetering.
Maestru always enjoyed a lick of pain when he climaxed. Perhaps, Dakota enjoyed it, too. “Pinch her labia, Adam. Squeeze it lightly. That’s it.” She bucked furiously, drenching her fingers and Adam’s hand while crying out in sensual delirium. “There’s nothing more beautiful than watching a female in the throes of her climax, I always say.”
Adam’s head was down, but his eyes were fixed ahead. “He’s landing.”
“I’ve got this,” declared Maestru.
When the Lovec hit the ground, Adam pulled Dakota into his lap. His lips pressed to the side of Dakota’s throat when he declared, “I’m going to kill him if he even thinks about touching her.”
The inherent possessiveness in Adam’s statement was not lost on Maestru. While she sat in Adam’s lap, recovering from quite an orgasm, Maestru moved his lips over hers with practiced pressure, barely tasting, careful not to hurt his tender human with his strength. He hoped Adam remembered to do the same. When he reached for the door, he made a slow circle with his index finger, meaning Adam should continue with Dakota, and slid out of the truck.
“We’re not looking for a fourth,” Maestru mocked when he faced the Lovec, his anger charging the air.
Wisely, the Lovec stepped back a few paces. “I need to see her.”
Maestru lunged, landing atop the winged monstrosity and pinning him with a well-placed knee to the chest. “Why would you think a Coven Master would accept being followed by the likes of you?” He backhanded him, knocking the Lovec’s fang loose. “You’ve interrupted my dinner and my fuck. Give me one reason not to strip your wings, feather by feather.”
The Lovec’s pupils constricted. “I suspect you have a Donor inside that truck.”
“No, you’ve chased the remnant of a scent. I just left a Donor I have waiting for you on Fort Myers Beach.” He stood, bringing the Lovec with him by the throat, restricting his airflow. “In fact, the report should reach your commander by tomorrow.” After a couple of warning shakes, Maestru dropped him. “But if you want to save yourself another trip and meet your nightly quota, I’ll lead the way to her now. Only as a favor to Prince Volos, I will assist you, and you’d better hope that Volos doesn’t hear of you provoking me this night.”
Chapter 11
“I can’t believe I’m back here.” Dakota mumbled wearily as they stepped through the side portico of Maestru’s lair and entered a long corridor dotted with paintings.
“Is this lair so bad?” Adam asked.
“I have my own home,” she answered, walking close to him as if she were still afraid the hunter would return for her.
“What better home than here, where Maestru and I can protect you?” Maestru had led the hunter away, taking him to Fort Myers Beach in order to
“I’m dripping.” She threw her head back on Adam’s chest, her mouth parted from choppy breaths.
“I can smell her,” Adam said, reaching down to cover his index finger with hers, urging her to reach her climax. “Fifteen yards in,” he nodded to the sky, still helping Dakota masturbate, swiveling his wrist so her finger twirled inside her delicate flesh.
Maestru could swallow Dakota whole about now. “Do you want my fingers there?” he asked, smiling against her throat. “Say it.”
“Yes,” she shivered as her body neared the pinnacle. “Do you enjoy Adam directing your hand?” When she jerked violently, Maestru pressed. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes,” she gasped, her climax teetering.
Maestru always enjoyed a lick of pain when he climaxed. Perhaps, Dakota enjoyed it, too. “Pinch her labia, Adam. Squeeze it lightly. That’s it.” She bucked furiously, drenching her fingers and Adam’s hand while crying out in sensual delirium. “There’s nothing more beautiful than watching a female in the throes of her climax, I always say.”
Adam’s head was down, but his eyes were fixed ahead. “He’s landing.”
“I’ve got this,” declared Maestru.
When the Lovec hit the ground, Adam pulled Dakota into his lap. His lips pressed to the side of Dakota’s throat when he declared, “I’m going to kill him if he even thinks about touching her.”
The inherent possessiveness in Adam’s statement was not lost on Maestru. While she sat in Adam’s lap, recovering from quite an orgasm, Maestru moved his lips over hers with practiced pressure, barely tasting, careful not to hurt his tender human with his strength. He hoped Adam remembered to do the same. When he reached for the door, he made a slow circle with his index finger, meaning Adam should continue with Dakota, and slid out of the truck.
“We’re not looking for a fourth,” Maestru mocked when he faced the Lovec, his anger charging the air.
Wisely, the Lovec stepped back a few paces. “I need to see her.”
Maestru lunged, landing atop the winged monstrosity and pinning him with a well-placed knee to the chest. “Why would you think a Coven Master would accept being followed by the likes of you?” He backhanded him, knocking the Lovec’s fang loose. “You’ve interrupted my dinner and my fuck. Give me one reason not to strip your wings, feather by feather.”
The Lovec’s pupils constricted. “I suspect you have a Donor inside that truck.”
“No, you’ve chased the remnant of a scent. I just left a Donor I have waiting for you on Fort Myers Beach.” He stood, bringing the Lovec with him by the throat, restricting his airflow. “In fact, the report should reach your commander by tomorrow.” After a couple of warning shakes, Maestru dropped him. “But if you want to save yourself another trip and meet your nightly quota, I’ll lead the way to her now. Only as a favor to Prince Volos, I will assist you, and you’d better hope that Volos doesn’t hear of you provoking me this night.”
Chapter 11
“I can’t believe I’m back here.” Dakota mumbled wearily as they stepped through the side portico of Maestru’s lair and entered a long corridor dotted with paintings.
“Is this lair so bad?” Adam asked.
“I have my own home,” she answered, walking close to him as if she were still afraid the hunter would return for her.
“What better home than here, where Maestru and I can protect you?” Maestru had led the hunter away, taking him to Fort Myers Beach in order to
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