Torion grunted, shifting, and then I was lifted higher, my toes barely brushing against the soft fur below us.
"You taste so good," Torion mumbled against me, licking at me for a few moments. "Do you like this?"
I wanted to lie, because telling him how good this was felt like handing him a weapon. But Torion had been cautious with me before. If he believed I didn't like it, he might stop, and that would be a tragedy.
"Yes," I whispered, finding his hand on my hip and covering it with my own.
"Good. I want to always have a taste of you on my tongue," Torion said, stealing my breath from my lungs and then returning more enthusiastically to his work. I went hot at the sound of a slurp, wondering if I could die of shame when I was feeling so wonderful. I hoped not.
Slowly, tentatively, I lifted one foot from the floor, peeking through my fingers as I rested it onto Torion's shoulder. He purred into me, and I shuddered as the sound echoed into my core. Shyness was impossible in the moment, and my body loosened, the foot touching his back helping me brace, rocking my sex into his mouth. Torion groaned, his eyes meeting mine as I flung an arm behind me. He nodded, sucking at me.
In that moment, Torion wasn't a stranger. He'd shown me something of myself I'd never learned, offered me something I could never have discovered on my own.
"Alpha," I breathed, whining at his answering purr. He narrowed his tongue, curling it up to flick over my clit once more, and I gave in. "Yes, yes, that's so good. Oh, I'm so close. Please, T-Torion."
Torion's fingers tightened on my hips, lips pursing around my bud, and I started to shake, to make new sounds, broken little shards of sweetness cutting through my vision. If I spoke, it was nonsense, and Torion never tore himself from me, just a few stray licks as if to make sure he didn't waste a drop of me before going back to suckling at the same perfect spot.
I came with a sob of his name, with hot tremors racing through my bones and a spiraling shiver in my blood. Torion slipped one hand from my hip, stroking two fingers into my core and rubbing in and out, giving me something to clench on, teasing new tracing pleasures out with his touch.
"Beautiful."
I heard the word but blocked it out easily, rocking into his fingers, his gentling kisses.
"So good. Mmm, yes, just a little more," Torion whispered, lapping at me, circling his tongue around his own fingers. "I don't care what else we do until the rut. You just have to give me a taste of you every day."
A soft laugh slipped out of me as I sagged. I opened my eyes just in time to watch Torion pull his fingers out of me, rising back up onto his knees and rubbing my release onto his rigid length. My legs lay limp and parted wide as he scooted closer, staring down at me. He'd just wrung me out, and now he was kneeling above me, stroking himself with my wetness, looking like a starving man.
"Give me just a moment, and I'll do that again in bed," he rasped, jerking his hand over himself quickly, his cock pointed at my belly. "Can I finish on you?"
A faint voice at the back of my mind balked at the suggestion, but it was quickly drowned beneath the roaring rush of something entirely new—a mix of lust and pride and…dark victory. I gripped at the hem of my dress, arching off the rug to pull it over my head, a smug heat joining the blush on my cheeksas Torion groaned and stared down at me, panting as he worked himself.
"Yes, alpha," I murmured.
I pushedTorion's hand away from my sex, his laugh vibrating from his chest where my head was resting.
"Sorry. I just like the way you feel," he said.
Damn you, be quiet, I wanted to cry out, irrationally angry at him for saying something so…pleasing.
"I feel numb," I bit out. "I can't take anymore tonight."
Torion had kept to his word, finishing himself off with an almost charming swiftness before hauling me and the mess he'd made on my stomach into his large bed, where he'd proceeded to feast on me through two more ecstatic releases. I wasn't actually numb, but I was oversensitive, a sharpish sensation warning my body that I couldn't take another round.
"Mm, sore?" Torion said, kissing the top of my head and rubbing up and down my back.
I wanted to push away from him, stomp my way out of the room, maybe slap him on the way out. But for what? Being wonderful?
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "No, not really. I wasn't expecting the rut to hit so soon, though. Were you?"
Torion barked out a laugh, rolling us in the bed. His curls were a riotous tangle, combed and snarled by my frantic clutching, but they tickled softly at my cheeks and throat as he leaned over me, one leg settling heavily between my own.
"This isn't the start of the rut, Brigid," Torion said, grinning.
I wet my lips and froze as Torion's gaze caught the slight movement, eyes darkening and a purr thrumming out of himand into me. "You—we…threetimes, Torion," I pointed out, lifting a hand to brace it against his chest, as if I could keep him from unraveling me for a fourth time.
Will he spend in the sheets again?I wondered, recalling the glowing churn of his back and hips as he'd reached his own finish on the bed while driving me to mine.
I frowned up at him, considering. "Is that normal for you?"
