Hanna and the Hitman - Honey Phillips Page 0,16

They were fucking, but their moves were so slow and graceful that it was easy not to notice it at first. As she watched the male twirling the female gracefully on his cock, she felt an answering flush of desire. Aidon’s cock was still beneath her hand, and she squeezed it. He jerked at her touch, and his hand tightened over hers warningly, but she ignored him.

Enough of the liquor remained in her system to give her the courage to slide her hand beneath the leather of his loincloth. Hot flesh filled her hand, rock-hard yet cloaked in velvety smoothness. She ran her fingers up and down, exploring. Unlike a human penis, his didn’t have a single smooth column of flesh. Instead, thick veins formed a tantalizing pattern. What would that feel like inside her? she wondered dreamily and wiggled closer, trying to rub her breasts against the hard muscles of his thigh.

“Looks like your pet is finally feeling the effects.” The booming voice was muffled by the aftereffects of the liquor, but she felt Aidon tense.

She tried to give him a soothing pat but accidentally brushed against his cockhead, and her fingers came away damp. Curiosity drove her to lick one, and she hummed happily as the sweet liquid coated her tongue. Determined to taste more of him, she buried her head beneath the leather and took him in her mouth. Oh yes, that was even better.

His girth stretched her mouth wide, but she ignored the slight ache, sucking eagerly, determined to get more of that delicious taste. His hand clenched in her hair, and even though his voice urged her on, she suspected he was trying to pull her away. She ignored his efforts, delighting in the way he quivered beneath her touch as she did her best to take more of him. As he reached the back of her throat, she hummed again and swallowed around him. He erupted in her mouth, filling her with his delicious taste as she gulped him down.

With one last lick, she emerged from under the leather flap and smiled up at him. To her dismay, his face was harsh and strained. She bit her lip uncertainly, but he gave her head a gentle stroke, and she relaxed.

A loud roar came from next to them, and she looked over to see Zemma mimicking her position. As Chotgor withdrew from her mouth, he too gave her an approving pat. Zemma nestled into his touch, but Hanna could see her face, and the other female didn’t look happy.

The full impact of their position rushed over her as the last of the golden haze vanished. Her pleasure disappeared, and she had the sudden desire to burst into tears. Aidon’s fingers tightened in her hair again, and she welcomed the slight tug, the reminder that she was not here alone in this terrible place.

“She might not be trained, but she’s got good instincts.” Chotgor laughed, and Aidon forced an answering grin. Every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to take Hanna out of this place. To his shame, he had been unable to resist her sweet mouth closing around him and had given in to temptation. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had allowed his body to control his behavior. But even coming in her mouth hadn’t been enough. Thousands of years of predatory instinct urged him to flip her over and bury his cock in her sweet little cunt, to prove that she belonged to him, to plant his seed—plant his seed? What the fuck was he thinking? He had no intention of ever fathering a child, of subjecting an innocent to the rejection that had haunted him.

Hanna seemed to sense his tension, her eyes worried as she looked up at him, but when he stroked her head, she gave him a shaky smile and settled back against him. Her face was nestled on his thigh, and he could feel the heat of her breath through his loincloth. His cock started to stiffen again, but this time he managed to keep it under control.

Chotgor yawned and stretched. “Let’s talk. I have a proposition for you.”

Aidon suppressed a groan and nodded encouragingly. After three hours of listening to the bastard talk, of watching his depraved floor show, all Aidon really wanted to do was plunge his knife into that grinning face. But he had a mission, and perhaps this would give him an opportunity to get the male alone. He had seen enough