Bull Moon Rising (Royal Artifactual Guild #1) Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Royal Artifactual Guild Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
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The cry Aspeth makes is sharp, her hips rearing against my face. I try to pull away, only for her to arch her hips, following my mouth, and so I give her what she wants. Fuck drawing this out. She wants to come? I’ll make her fucking come. I run my tongue over her clit, teasing along the underside before sucking on it again. She cries out once more, then she’s riding my face while I frantically stroke my cock, desperate to get her off before I erupt. The moment I feel the burst of her release against my tongue, I spray against the coverlets, bucking my hips against the mattress as I nut, my face buried between her thighs.

Goddess Asteria’s fabled paradise could not bring me more pleasure than this moment.

Aspeth is panting, her hand to her brow as she struggles for breath. Her face—and her glorious, heavy tits—are flushed and the insides of her thighs are damp with her release. Mine is all over the side of the bed, but I can deal with that. Soon.

For now, I’m happy to pay attention to her pussy, giving it slow, contented licks, and loving the way she trembles with each stroke of my tongue.

I bet I could make her come again without too much effort. The thought feeds some primal urge in me, and I give her a wicked grin before pushing her pussy open wide again and lowering my head.

This time, Aspeth reaches for my horns.

EIGHTEEN

ASPETH

20 Days Before the Conquest Moon

Iblush all through breakfast the next morning.

For his part, Hawk is quiet, but when I glance over at him across the table, he’s got a smug look on his face, as if he’s quite pleased with himself. He seems more relaxed today than he has been in the past, which just makes me blush harder.

Luckily no one else has noticed my silence. Gwenna is arguing with Lark and Mereden about the best type of toasted cheese sandwich, and Kipp is watching them with an amused expression as Mereden goes into great detail about the perfect amount of butter that should be spread upon the bread before applying cheese. And while I have definite opinions about toasted cheese sandwiches, I can’t focus on anything.

There are parts of my brain that still haven’t recovered from last night.

I can’t stop thinking about where he touched me. His tongue. The hungry noises he made as he pleasured me. The way I curled my legs around his shoulders and rocked shamelessly against him while he licked me to climax. I’ve read a few naughty books and touched myself a few times, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine anything quite like that. I poke at my porridge, wondering how I’m possibly going to be able to hold a conversation with him today, because I distinctly remember the ring through his nose resting upon my mound as he licked me….

“Good,” declares a loud, brusque voice that makes me jump. “You’re all here. Saves me the effort of locating your asses.” I glance up in surprise as Magpie bustles into the kitchen. She’s wearing her guild uniform, and while it’s wrinkled and faded, it’s the first time I’ve seen her look something like a guild master. Her normally disheveled, gray-streaked hair is pulled back into a tail and she wears her sash over her shoulder, so encrusted with pins that it pulls the side of her blouse down.

A spark of excitement races through me as she sets her pack on the table in the midst of breakfast, making the dishes rattle. What’s going on?

Hawk leans back in his chair, his arms crossing over his broad chest. It makes the muscles in his biceps bulge, and I can’t stop staring. Gwenna catches my eye, a curious expression on her face, and I immediately turn bright red, shoving another mouthful of porridge into my face and trying to look anywhere but at her.

Or Hawk.

“Well, now,” Hawk drawls, tilting his head and eyeing Magpie. “Look who’s decided to be upright before noon. Going somewhere?”

“Shut up, you,” Magpie tells him, but there’s a grin on her face. “You all kept bitching about teaching, well, now you get your teacher. I’m taking charge.”

“You are?” Lark grins at her aunt.

“Are you, now.” His tone is even. Unruffled.

“I am.” She puts her hands on her hips. “You going to fight me over it?”

“Not at all.” Hawk seems guarded, but he nods after a moment’s thought. “Glad you’re feeling like joining the team. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, well, yesterday’s scare with this one”—she gestures at me—“made me realize that if I didn’t get off my ass and teach these idiots, they’d go back to their villages, and then where would I be?”

“Did you just call us the village idiots?” Gwenna stiffens in her seat, scowling at Magpie.


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