Each stroke of his tongue sends electricity shooting up my spine. When he sucks my clit between his lips, applying just the right amount of pressure, my hips buck involuntarily against his face. His hands tighten on my hips in response, not to restrain me but to steady me, thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh where my lush thighs meet my center.
"Fuck," I breathe, the word barely audible. I can feel him smile against me, clearly pleased with my reaction.
He shifts his approach, tracing maddening circles around my clit without directly touching it, then flattening his tongue to deliver broad, firm strokes that make my toes curl. Just when I think I can't take the teasing anymore, he returns his attention to my clit, alternating between gentle suction and quick flicks that have me seeing stars.
A soft moan escapes him, vibrating against my most sensitive parts, and the sound of him genuinely enjoying this pushes me even closer to the edge. The knowledge that he's this turned on simply from tasting me is almost too much, and I nearly come undone at the thought. His enthusiasm is unmistakable in every hungry stroke of his tongue, every appreciative sound that vibrates through my core.
I glance down and immediately wish I hadn't. The sight of his golden head between my thighs, his blue eyes closed in bliss as he devours me, is one of the hottest fucking things I've ever seen.One of his hands slides up to press flat against my soft stomach, my muscles tensing and quivering beneath his palm as I fight to stay quiet.
My free hand finds its way into his hair, not guiding him—he clearly doesn't need direction—but needing something to anchor me as pleasure builds to almost unbearable heights. His golden hair feels like silk between my fingers, and when I tug slightly, he groans against me, the vibration sending another jolt through my body.
He pauses just long enough to murmur against my inner thigh, "Let go for me, goddess," before returning to his task with renewed vigor. His tongue flutters against my clit with quick, precise movements that have me biting my lip hard enough to taste blood.
"Raven," I gasp, barely remembering to keep my voice down. "I'm going to?—"
He responds by sealing his lips around my clit and sucking gently. My back arches off the cushions, my body tensing as I teeter on the edge. The dual sensations of the suction and the fluttering pressure of his tongue are making my head spin.
He redoubles his efforts, his movements becoming more focused, more deliberate as he senses how close I am. One hand slides beneath me to cup my ass, tilting my hips to give him better access as he swirls his tongue in small circles that make stars explode behind my eyelids. My orgasm crashes over me with unexpected intensity, and I have to bury my face in a pillow to muffle my cries as waves of bliss pulse through my body.
My thighs clamp around his head as I come, my body shuddering uncontrollably. Through the haze of bliss, I feel hishands gently but firmly keeping my thighs from crushing his neck, though he doesn't pull away. Instead, he stays right where he is, riding out my orgasm with me, his tongue gentling but never stopping completely.
As the peak begins to ebb, he gentles his touch but continues kissing and licking, drawing out my ecstasy until I'm a boneless, quivering mess.
Just when I think I can't take anymore, when the aftershocks have finally begun to subside, he presses a soft, almost chaste kiss directly to my clit. The contrast between this tender gesture and what he's just done to me makes my heart stutter.
It feels like reverence. Like worship.
As I slowly come back to myself, I realize that I've been far from quiet. I open my eyes and freeze.
Nikolai is sitting upright on his bench, watching us with an intensity that would be unnerving if it weren't so obviously rooted in desire. His good eye gleams in the dim light, pupils blown wide, his lips parted slightly.
A movement to my right reveals Geo, now wide awake and decidedly alert. The expression on his face is harder to read. Part shock, part hunger. Knight is sitting up in the nest, his massive frame utterly still except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he stares at us.
"Fuck," I whisper, feeling heat rise to my cheeks that has nothing to do with my recent activities.
Raven glances over his shoulder, following my gaze, and a slow smile spreads across his glistening lips. "Well," he says, turningback to me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. "It seems we have an audience."
Chapter 14
RAVEN
If I'm dreamingand someone wakes me, I'll shoot the bastard in the face.
Cosima is sweeter than anything I've ever tasted. Pure sugar and moonlight. I could drown between her thighs for hours, lose myself completely in her slick heat. My cock throbs painfully against the confines of my pants, but I've barely noticed until now, too consumed with making her come apart beneath my mouth.
I never imagined she would let me worship her this way. I'm fucking desperate to savor every second, every musical moan from her lips, because I'm a lucky son of a bitch, but am I actually lucky enough that she'll let me do this again?
But we're being watched. The weight of their gazes presses against me. Geo, Nikolai, even Knight. I'm not entirely sure they aren't going to tear me limb from limb for touching what they all seem to consider theirs in some way. Worth it, though.
Totallyfucking worth it.
I glance up at Cosima, expecting embarrassment, maybe even anger. Instead, I find her looking remarkably composed for what just happened. Her cheeks are flushed, but there's no apology in her expression as she reaches down to stroke my hair. I melt instantly under her touch, leaning into her hand like a starved animal.
"Well," she says, her voice surprisingly steady, "I suppose we might as well give them something to watch."
My breath catches in my throat. Is she suggesting what I think she's suggesting? I look over my shoulder again, assessing the situation more carefully.
Nikolai's gaze burns with a jealousy so intense it's almost tangible. His jaw is clenched tight enough that I'm surprised his sharpened fangs haven't shattered. But beneath that rage, there's unmistakable lust. He wants her. Wants to be where I am right now.
