Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: _ Oh, Fergus...

[Warning: Unsettling Graphic Ahead. Read At Your Own Peril!]

As Lupe tried to wriggle free, Fergus tucked her hair behind her ears. With the most seductive smirk, "Oh, Lupe." He breathed. "Are you not tired of boring sex? Let’s be wild, come on, hun. Allow us to explore. You are a wolf. You will heal." He winked at her.

Meanwhile, internally, all Fergus wanted was to inflict more pain on her. It took great strength and control for him to refrain from sucking her dry the moment a drop of her delectable blood touches his tongue.

However, when he thought of Isleen and how devastated she was by ’Liam’s absence’, he thought she might not be able to handle Lupe’s death too. She already lost her house and probably lost more than she had done in a very long time.

Wait a second, was he worrying for Isleen right now? Him? Fergus?!

How?!

What the hell was happening to him? Since when had he started to care for what a person could withstand or not? His job was to inflict as much despair, so much that they’d never be able to withstand even in their wildest dreams.

It was because he relished such. Those were the only drives that kept him going. They were his motivation. His reason for living.

And here he was, worrying about Isleen. Hm, he knows. He was merely just worn out from the extra troubles that came with getting rid of that annoying Cullen. Even in his death, he was so fucking annoying.

Tch.

What he needed to cool his head right now was this Lupe fool. She would be food for later. Everything she said about him, every vow she made to get back at him for killing her mother, he would throw them right back in her face.

But before then, he would have her moaning his name in every manner while she begged him for more. There was just this satisfaction that came from reducing his victims to nothing before killing them off.

She just wait...

He did not think she had it in her but his long years of living had told him to always expect the unexpected. She leaned back and heaved heavily.

"Perhaps, this is what I need. Do your thing, Cullen. But let’s be quick. I wouldn’t know how to explain to Isleen and Kylo should they catch us doing this." She warned, eyes half closed.

Fergus chuckled wholeheartedly. "Trust me when I tell you that no one is as calculated as I am when it comes to timing."

And then, he lowered his head under her. With a slow, long stroke of her clitoris, he worked his tongue around it, drawing all sorts of shapes around her opening, forgetting about drawing out blood from her breast for now. Imagine sucking blood from every part of her pussy.

Wouldn’t that be ethereal? Surreal? Sublime?

Who could do that if not gods? Was he not a god? Even the Moon Goddess had gotten nothing on him. He was playing around with her children like a puppeteer.

"Ah, Cullen." She gripped his head. "I never thought— you were this wild. Now I know what gay wonder... is like... in bed." The words barely slipped out of her mouth without fumbling on one another.

A satisfied, yet hungry grin broke barriers across his face. Time to show her the ’W’ in wonder.

With a low snarl, he elongated his fangs while his tongue continued to draw lines around her clit. Like slime dripping from a festering wound, she began to water onto his tongue, lips, and mouth– a sign that her soul had transgressed where her body hadn’t attained.

This was the time.

And just like that, he closed his fangs around her clits and dipped them in hard. Her groan of pain was simultaneous with the sloppy plunge of his fangs into the soft skin but there wasn’t enough blood even though he made sure her arousal was at its peak.

Hence, he slipped his tongue in, circling it around, teasing and poking inside of her pussy in slow strides at first until her moans grew so long and melancholic that he wanted to hear more.

And so, he rode his tongue inside of her, flipping it around as though he were desperately in search of a lost treasure. Lupe’s groans soon turned into a pleading cry. Her fingers dug into his hair ever so aggressively until he could feel her closing in on edging.

"I’m close." She whispered, breathless.

Fergus nodded but not even for a second did he stop working his tongue in her. "Release on my face, little pawn." He growled, his fangs still elongated.

He was awaiting that moment. That one moment...

Oh, it’s Christmas!

That moment came faster than he supposed. Like a trapped beast tasting freedom after a millennial, her orgasm came and it came raging too.

It spluttered all over his face, wetting his fangs... or perhaps, oiling it.

On a whim, Fergus sank his fangs into her thigh and drank blood from it. It was the perfect mixture he was awaiting. Blending pain with her pleasure when it was at its highest.

It was the best.

She groaned. She moaned. She cried. She begged. But she didn’t let go.

They both were pleasurized. He did the work to bring her boundless pleasure and she fed him. A symbiotic act.

When he was done with drinking and she, finished with her release, he pulled down his pants and brought out his... or rather, Cullen’s dick.

Who knew? She just might. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

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