“Please,” he gritted through clenched teeth.
Fi shuddered, imagining the things she’d do to hear him speak like that again. She pulled him close, lips brushing as she spoke.
“Touch me,” she ordered. “Anywhere you’d like. Any way you’d like.”
He snapped on her like a triggered snare.
Fi cried out as his arm locked her waist, dragging her hips against his. Even with loathsome fabric in the way, the hard press of his cock between her legs spiked a shiver clear up her sternum. Claws raked her spine. Dug into her hair. He kissed her like she would save him from starving, teeth sharp on her lips, his tongue pushing rough and greedy into her mouth.
As much as she’d delighted in holding control, she thrilled to pass it back, drowning in his need for her. Her need for him.
His fingers tightened in her hair, tipping her head back. Fi gasped at the jolt of anticipation.
“You’ll pay for that,” he threatened.
Fuck. She wanted to.
“How do you plan on making me?” Fi taunted. “All these bared teeth, yet under the surface, you’re all snarl and no—”
She yelped as he pushed her back against the bed. A tug of her shirt exposed soft stomach, that pang of survival instinct turning to a thrill as he pinned her beneath splayed claws. Thesable tips pressed the edge of comfort, not quite pain, stilling Fi’s squirms as her breath tightened.
His free hand hooked her pants and pulled them down her thighs, laying her bare.
Without preface, he licked her.
Fi clamped her mouth against a shout as his tongue swept between her legs, slowing with a languid sweep across the pinnacle. He dragged a lick across her aching clit. The rough texture of his tongue against her own slickness, disintegrating. She fought for composure, but another sweep of his mouth turned her molten, desperate to press against him.
She couldn’t, with his claws against her belly.
He stroked her with his tongue. Sucked her softly against his teeth. Fi needed more than this cruel taunt, this too-slow demise. She grabbed his antlers, pulling him against her.
Antal didn’t budge. His tongue rolled over her in another slow, teasing caress.
“Want something, Fionamara?” Amusement curled his grin.
“Fucker,” she spat.
A month ago, if someone had asked Fi’s opinion of daeyari teeth between her legs, she’d have shrieked. She nearly shrieked now for a different reason, his fangs skating her inner thigh. He teased one canine over the sensitive swell of her clit. She made a pitiful sound, aching for more.
He held her at his mercy. Her hips bucked as he worked, a slow build of that too-light tongue that would ruin her.
“Please,” Fi moaned. “You smug-ass daeyari.More.”
Shefelthis grin against her.
“Ask nicely, Fionamara.”
“Fuck you. I—”
Her breath caught as his tongue slicked over her opening, so close to what she wanted, her thighs shook. Her handstightened on the hard roots of his antlers, indignant at how quickly he’d turned this against her.
Delighted by her own desperation. Some things were worth begging for.
“Antal.” It was wretched, how soft she said his name. “Please.”
At her command, claws tightened against her stomach. His tongue pushed into her, a shallow delve, a spear of heat splitting her core.
“More.” The plea came out ragged. It shivered through her like a vice.
