The Warlord Gena Showalter (primary phonics TXT) 📖

Roc went still. “Enough teasing, Taya.”

“Are you sure?” She held his gaze and licked a bead of pre-cum from his slit.

His head fell back with a mighty groan. “Teasing is fine. Continue to tease.”

As Taliyah sucked on the top, his gaze snapped back to her. His eyelids slitted. He heaved his breaths. On the edge?

“Take another taste, love. Just one more. Then another.”

She dragged her tongue across his entire length, and he shook the bed.

“Whatever you do, Taya, do not stop.”

No, she wouldn’t be stopping. He needed her to do this.

And she needed to do it.

Aching for him, she sucked his length down her throat. A hoarse cry left him, emboldening her. He was so big he stretched her jaw and so long she nearly gagged a time or two, but oh, she loved every second of it. She’d felt so empty without him; she’d craved some part of him inside some part of her.

“Never felt...anything so...good, love. It’s so good.” He released the sheets to comb his fingers through her hair, then fist the strands in his very Roc-way.

Mmm. She tasted pre-cum and wanted more. It was just as drugging as before. Need more. So she took it. She sucked him, sliding her mouth up and down, pumping her hand in sync. Every time he thrust his hips, as if the pleasure had become too much for him, he cursed and stilled.

He showed concern for her, even when frenzied with lust.

When her teeth lightly scraped the head, he shouted her name and bowed his back. Hot seed flooded her throat. After swallowing the last drop, she smiled up at him, dazed.

Power suffused her. Life.

“More,” she told him, dizzily hurrying to her knees. He’d already hardened again. “I want you inside me.”

“Ride me, Taya.”

Trembling, she lifted up just high enough to place the tip of his erection at her opening. Then she slid down...

He thrust up with a roar, meeting and filling her.

“Yes!” The stretch! The heat. The rapture. Taliyah nearly climaxed. So close.

Though her body shouted for hard and fast, she rocked her hips with precision, easing into a slow rhythm. Rocking again. Just as he got used to the pace, she snapped her hips. They both gasped.

With a growl, he clamped onto her waist, lifted her body from his—and thrust her down. Her back bowed, his length sliding deeper. There was no going slow after that.

She was in heaven as he jolted up and kissed her. The kiss only grew more fevered as he stood, remaining deep inside her. His biceps flexed as he carried her to the desk, every step bouncing them together, wringing another gasp from her.

In classic Astra fashion, he went the extra mile to remove anything in the way of what he wanted. He gripped the side of the desk recently installed to aid her studies, yanked it to its side, dumping everything off the surface, then setting it in place. He did this without ever releasing her or sliding out of her.

After splaying her upon the surface, he hooked his arms under her legs, spread her knees wide and hammered into her. It was brutal—thrilling. He took her hard and fast, plunging deep.

Unbearable bliss. Skin too tight, heart too fast. Muscles tightening, desperate for a release. And he wasn’t finished with his torment. He stroked her clit with his thumb.

Guess he’d tagged in. She thrashed atop the desk, an eager vessel for his merciless thrusts. Her breasts jostled, her nipples throbbing. “Yes, yes. More, baby. Harder. Faster.”

Harder. Faster. He made the most delicious, guttural noises as he rammed into her. Losing her mind for him, she raised an arm up and behind to grip the edge of the desk, sending him deeper. Almost...

“Look at you,” he said, awed. His tempo eased, until he slowly ground against her. Never had he appeared more ruthless. “You are pleasure itself, Taya. And you are mine. I’ll never part with you.”

He released her legs and leaned over, cupping her nape and yanking her up. Suddenly they were chest to chest, their mouths fused together, tongues dueling. Her fangs nicked him, and a bead of blood welled. As the sweetest whiskey teased her taste buds, pleasure itself, Taliyah screamed, her inner walls clenching all over his shaft as she climaxed.

He hissed as her spasms continued on, his next plunge as frenzied as before. A vein bulged in his forehead. Breath sawed in and out of his mouth. He gripped the desk outside her thigh, his claws embedding in the wood.

“Come with me, baby,” she pleaded and set her mouth over his pulse to suck the barest hint of his soul. “Let me feel your heat.”

He bellowed, an orgasm ripping through him. His hips continued thrusting until she’d wrung the last drop of his searing seed.

The agony that had etched his features only moments before softened into ecstasy, and he sagged against her, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

They clung to each other, breathing each other, calming slowly. When he lifted his head, he shifted to the side and took her face in his hands.

All gooey inside and still a bit dazed, she met his stare. Those magnificent golden irises glowed with tenderness.

“We’ll find a way to be together,” he vowed. “We must.”

Taliyah might—big might!—have misted up. Despite what he’d done in the past, Roc was choosing her over the sacrifice. He was all in. They would succeed.

Time was running out. Options, too. Only two days remained before the countdown clock zeroed out, but Taliyah and Roc were no closer to a solution. Her sisters, mother and consorts-in-law were working on a “quick fix.” So far, no luck.

Neeka had bailed before Taliyah had gotten a chance to speak with her. Though her trust in the oracle endured, her irritation had reached new heights.

There’d been some good news, though. The Astra and the Lords of the Underworld hadn’t killed each other. Best of all? The Astra had maybe kinda sorta fallen in love with Taliyah, as their leader