Anzari’s POV
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He expected more anger directed at him—at least a little bit more irritation.
All those days where he’s been hidden in his spider form… he heard her.
Heard her attempts to get him to appear.
To talk.
Any sign that he was still with her somewhere.
But he didn’t answer.
He’d be lying if he said Zakar’s words didn’t jolt him a bit.
It was a wake-up call that his brother was garnering significantly more support within their Pantheon.
And Kelchak’s appearance only helped highlight that fact.
Danielle—stuck in the middle of this entire divine mess—was taking things… much better than he expected.
Her moan as he returned her kiss sent sparks sizzling through his being.
All six of his arms tightened around every vital part—from her hips, to her shoulders and her chest.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
And yet he couldn’t stop.
A broken sound left her lips as she arched her back, giving him a clearer view of her neck.
The kiss stalled.
Only for him to pull away completely and bring it to her collar bone.
Then her neck.
“Oh, fuck.” She groaned, her arms flailing helplessly at her sides.
“God, I… I’ve…”
Anzari frowned.
He could sense the raw emotions behind those scattered words.
She was trying to say something.
“Speak to me,” he said between kisses.
“Whatever it may be.”
His hands on her boobs pressed harder, rubbing the soft flesh until the rest of her body spasmed in reaction.
However, instead of any flowery words, she murmured right into his ear: “I want you inside me.” She ground herself against his rock-hard length, as if trying to make his garments disappear. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
“P–Please.”
The plea stunned him.
Slowly a smirk curved the corner of his lips.
“Oh, Danielle,” A hand grabbed the back of her neck, keeping her face in place.
Allowing him to look into her eyes.
“You never have to beg me for that. Not unless I want you to.”
The lights flickered once as he lifted her off the ground.
Twice as he moved in a blur, setting her on one of the bigger couches.
Then thrice when he parted her legs, lowering himself until his face was inches away from her belt buckle.
He unbuttoned her pants, brought them to her knees then took a whiff of her arousal underneath the panties.
“Already wet for me?”
With one fluid movement, he took those off as well.
Anzari’s tongue slid out, flicking across her entrance in a maddening circle.
She whimpered.
He didn’t stop.
His grip on her thighs tightened as he brought his tongue to her folds.
Shoving in and out gently, no rush and absolutely zero care of how hot the sensations were making her.
“You’re going to… tease me to death?” That sounded like she was about to tell him to stop.
To his surprise she drove her fingers through his hair, pushing his face deeper into her.
“F–Fuck… right there.”
He couldn’t stop his grin.
Soon enough he was giving her clit soft strokes with his tongue.
She bucked her hips, chasing the high.
Until his other hands pinned them down.
He flattened his tongue, brushing it back and forth between the walls of her folds, and then over her clit.
Anzari savoured the way her pussy clenched around nothing, dripping slick heat onto his tongue.
She tasted like desperation, sweet and musky.
Dripping with a flavour that made his six arms flex with the urge to claim every inch of her.
He licked deeper, fucking her with his tongue in slow thrusts while his lips sealed around her swollen clit and sucked.
Hard.
“Anzari—fuck, yes,” Danielle gasped, her voice cracking. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Her fingers twisted tighter in his hair, nails scraping his scalp as her thighs trembled against his grip.
She was soaked, her juices coating his chin, and he groaned against her cunt, the vibration pulling another broken whimper from her throat.
Two of his hands slid up her body without warning, shoving beneath her shirt.
The fabric was already damp with sweat, clinging to her skin.
He ripped it upward in one smooth motion, yanking it over her head and tossing it aside.
Her breasts spilt free, full and heaving, nipples stiff and begging for attention.
His palms cupped them immediately, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks before pinching—rolling them between his fingers with just enough pressure to make her back bow off the couch.
“Oh god, your hands… everywhere,” she moaned, grinding her pussy harder against his face.
He didn’t let up.
His tongue lashed her clit in filthy, wet strokes while his fingers tugged and twisted her nipples, kneading the soft weight of her tits as though he owned them.
Because right now, he did.
Every gasp, every shudder, every filthy little sound she made belonged to him.
He could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering wildly around his invading tongue.
He switched tactics, sucking her clit between his lips while two more hands joined the assault on her chest—four on her breasts now, pinching, pulling, slapping lightly at the undersides until her tits bounced and flushed red.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth devouring her pussy filled the room, mixed with her desperate cries.
“I’m gonna—Anzari, I’m gonna come—”
“Come on my tongue,” he growled against her slick flesh, voice rough with need.
“Let me taste how hard you fall apart for me.”
That did it.
Danielle shattered with a shaky scream, her entire body seizing as her orgasm crashed through her.
Her pussy gushed against his mouth, thighs clamping around his head while her hips jerked helplessly.
He kept licking her through it, drawing out every pulse, every aftershock, until she was a shaking, whimpering mess beneath him.
But he wasn’t done.
Not even close.
The lights flickered once more as Anzari rose, his six arms still holding her down.
With a low, predatory sound, he stripped away his clothes in one fluid motion, flinging them aside into the shadows.
His cock sprang free—thick, aching and ready.
He lifted her naked, trembling form from the couch as if she weighed nothing, cradling her against his body while her slick thighs wrapped instinctively around him.