Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,72

on that side of the spectrum, sweet Cassandra."

Holy fuck.

The way he said my name was like watching melted chocolate being poured onto strawberries you were about to indulge in. All while classical music played in the background.

Why that came to my mind was beyond me.

"Focus, Princess. Your mind is drifting."

My head fell back as he dove in, his tongue sliding deep into my hot pussy.

The feeling was out of this world, my sensitive body reacting as though it was his very length thrusting into me.

"Let me hear you, Cassandra." The pause in pleasure was agonizing, reminding me of what I'd promised to do.

"Daddy!" I begged. "More. Please?!"

His low growl was followed with him lapping me up like melting ice cream. All I could do was moan Daddy over and over again, the volcano pleasure ready to erupt. I felt every quake of my walls as they tightened, preparing for the strong orgasm that threatened to hit any second.

Dominick's presence drifted into my mind with his booming command. "Cum, Cassandra!"

"Daddy!" I screamed in pure ecstasy, my climax consuming me whole until my eyes flashed open and I sat up in a panting mess.

My hair clung to my forehead as sweat dripped down the side of my face. My body was shaking, not out of fear but from the lingering aftershocks that convulsed through me.

I quickly scanned the room, searching to see if Dominick or anyone else was around, but my cell was dark and empty. Looking over to where Tristan's temporary cot was, I saw his folded prison attire was still there.

With a sigh, I lay back down and stared at the ceiling, fighting desperately to catch my breath. Once I could breathe like a normal human being again, I slipped my hand into my panties, noticing that I hadn't dreamt any of this.

"There's no way that could have solely been a wet dream," I muttered to myself.

However, there was also no possible way I could have transcended out of this place to somewhere else.

With a sigh, I got up and stripped out of my clothes, my body far too hot to be bothered by thick, irritating prison fabric.

Lying back down and covering my naked body with a thin blanket, my reeling mind eventually began to drift. I was on the verge of sleeping when something soft pressed against my right temple, causing me to stir.

"Sorry, babe." Tristan's soft whisper made me quietly mutter something nonsensical. He chuckled, and the warmth of his broad body wrapped around me. From the feeling of his hot skin, he must have been naked.

"I'm back," he whispered into my ear.

"Mhm...back." I was trying to stay awake, but now the seeping exhaustion from my dreamy events was catching up to me.

Another kiss to my temple had me smile slightly, relaxing in Tristan's arms.

"Why do I have a sneaking suspicion Dominick was here?" He was clearly pondering this to himself, but I couldn't reply, sinking deeper into sleep.

"Fae. It must be nice to Dreamscape. Do whatever they want. No wonder he didn't argue about the guard schedule. Hmph."

Dreamscape.

I hoped to cling to the name of whatever Tristan was accusing Dominick of, but the claws of sleep wrapped around my consciousness, and only time would tell if I remembered in the morning.

Lustful dreaming. What a wonderful thing.

Seduction Is A Blessing And A Curse

"Otis's shift got canceled?" I questioned as I worked on finishing my soup for dinner.

"It's technically my fault," Adonis admitted casually. "I accidentally lured a mass of women to tackle me in lust. Apparently, it caused a bit of a stir and I'm being transferred to Dubai's prison, where good-looking guards is normal."

I gawked in horror, not at him getting mobbed by a bunch of female prisoners, but the reasoning regarding the guards' appearance.

"Wait. So, they hire...ugly people? I feel horrible just saying that," I noted.

"Hmm." Adonis pondered for a second. "Think of it more like hiring less attractive humans and supernaturals who won't distract prisoners. I got a few guys' numbers too."

"Seriously?!"

"You'd be surprised." His proud gaze and dazzling purple eyes proved how happy it made him feel to be acknowledged by both genders of the supernatural race. "You should have seen how the human guards reacted when they first saw me. One guy fainted."

"Stop." I was going to spurt my soup if he kept going with these hysterics. "They don't hang all over Omarion."

"Omarion is scary sexy," Adonis reasoned. "When you look at him, he's like an Otis but all buff and formidable. You