Mate.
Oh, my gods. He was right. He scented it first, and it's true.
My brain is still so addled with shock and pleasure from Ian rocking my world that the realization is taking its time to sink in as the ancient warrior continues to tease my lips with his, exploratory and curious and… somehow so innocent. He's not bad at kissing by any means, but even though I can't feel his emotions thanks to the mytherun he's still wearing, I realize immediately that he may not have done this before.
"Kaenon?" I murmur against his lips, trying to ignore the heat settling in my stomach at the knowledge that my mate is here, in my room, kissing me so sweetly.
"Tseramòr,"he hums, gently kissing along my birthmark next.
He's lavishing it with such careful attention that it makes my heart pound. I want to ask him if this is his first time, but then I feel Zak's hand trailing along my inner thigh. It makes me jolt asI realize the hot-as-hell half-demon has moved down on the bed, his attention pinned on my pussy.
He meets my eye, hunger gleaming in his.
"Your scent's making me fucking feral. Can I? Just one little taste," he adds desperately.
I shiver, hyper-aware that I'm the focal point of attention of four beautiful men at the moment. Kaenon is still peppering me with kisses as if he's using his lips to memorize the contours of my face, neck, and shoulders. Ian is on the other side of the bed now, clearly struggling for control over what I assume is a thirst for blood. I'm almost tempted to tell Ian he can drink from me if it's that bad—but the idea of riling Asher's commanding, dominant, protective nature stops me.
My bodyguard is leaning against the wall near the door to my room, arms folded as he gazes at the scene in front of him. He looks calm and locked in, but there's something about the intensity he's watching me with that makes me shiver.
There's a big bulge in his pants. He's clearly enjoying this, even if he's keeping his distance.
I don't want him to keep his distance anymore, though. Not now.
Before, I was torn about whether or not I should try dating these guys. That all went out the window the second I felt Ian's emotions. Now, thronged by their clear desire, something incredibly possessive and selfish is starting to sprout inside my soul.
Maybe it's wrong, but I'm going to break my bounty hunter's control.
I wantallof them, right now.
"Please," I whisper, looking back at Zak and lifting my hips in invitation, needing what he once gave me in the Nether so bad that it hurts.
He moans and quickly moves between my legs, moving my knees until they're over his shoulder. The instant his pierced tongue drags up long and hard through the wetness between my thighs, I gasp and cry out, clutching the blankets beside me as my head spins.
Oh. My. Gods.
That piercing isfantastic. I'm officially a big fan.
I'm drowning in pleasure as my half-demon licks and sucks and playfully nips at my clit, teasing and groaning as he eats me out like he's been starving for eight months. It's all so intense and amazing that I'm quickly spiraling toward another orgasm, but Kaenon is kissing me again, hungrier and rougher than he was earlier.
I let my tongue sweep against Kaen's lips, showing him I want more. He inhales sharply, parting his mouth to explore mine better as his hands trace my face before drifting lower, gently massaging my boobs and smoothing adoringly over my stomach and hips.
I'm enjoying every single touch of my mate—oh my god,my mate—but Zak's really, really good with that pierced tongue of his, and an orgasm slams into me from nowhere, making me gasp and arch against the bed.
Asher swears as he watches. "She comes so fucking pretty."
Ian murmurs in agreement, but that heated praise goes right to my head like a shot of pure dopamine, pushing my orgasm further.
Zak doesn't let up on my pussy, his eyes shut in bliss as he continues to lap at me. But Kaenon is watching my face now, his gaze hungry as he takes in my every reaction. He's so gorgeous and gentle. Knowing now that he's my mate and this very well might be his first time, I'm suddenly dying to make him feel good.
"I want to suck you," I tell him, kissing his jaw.
His swallow is thick, but he's confused. "Suck me?"
Blush heats my neck and face. I do my best not to swear for the most part, thanks to how much it was drilled into me as a child that swearing cheapens one's language, but in a setting like this…I want to be naughty.
"Let me suck your cock," I plead, looking at him.
His eyes widen, and he stares at me, shocked as if that concept has never even crossed his mind.
