My head dropped back as I cried out, and Hunter tightened his hold, keeping me in place as his tongue flattened against my pussy, sliding up to circle my clit.
As he lapped at my core, the desperate rumbles from his chest had me clenching my thighs on his face. Or at least trying to. His raised right arm and shoulders kept me from being able to do much more than slide one hand behind his head to hold him in place and arch against him.
Not that he was going anywhere as he did exactly as he’d promised anddevoured me.
Hunter’s tongue slid in and out of me until he flicked over my clit, and I came so hard that if he hadn’t been holding my throat, I’d have fallen backwards off the table.
Worth it.
CHAPTER 32
TALON
The scent of my mate’s arousal reached me in my prison. Along with the throbbing in my bite, it had my dick harder than I’d ever felt before.
Emme was the most desirable shifter I’d ever met, and she was mine, but my patience ran thin as I waited for her to understand there was no other possible future except the one where we were together.
They had me locked in a strong cell, but I could get out of here if I wanted. It’d cost me in energy, which was why so far I remained in place, but these alphas had no idea what I was capable of. The only one who could match me was my twin, and he’d let the rift between his power and beast widen to the point he was weakened by it.
Alpha wouldn’t care that I was here. When he’d discussed plans with me, he surmised that my capture was a possibility, and that I’d use that time to learn their weaknesses.
So far, their weakness wasmyweakness: Emmeline Anders.
The connection I’d felt from the moment I sank my fangs into her was an instant bond and obsession, and now there was nothing else in the world more important than Emme.
I hadn’t expected the intensity of it.
It fucked with my concept of pack and mate bonds, but I was coming to accept that I couldn’t kill the rest of her pack if it meant I’d hurt Emme at the same time. Therefore they’d have to eventually join in with our plans, or they’d be the ones who’d spend their eternity in a cell.
When Alpha informed me of his intention to bond me to an omega, it was before Emme had joined this pack. We’d been under the impression that after her mom’s death, she’d shunned shifter cities and alphas. Though I didn’t blame her after feeling the intensity of our scent match… it was impossible to fight.
My beast stirred, his power ancient and filled with dragon fire. There’d always been a rift between us too, but as we’d had no other to connect with, I’d forced our closeness. I kept control, and so did the dragon. We were a team, albeit a fucked up one.
My brother let weakness into his soul, and in doing so, willingly brought a predator into their midst. Lucky for them, this predator needed them all alive, but luck only got you so far in our world.
Pressing against the bars, I struggled to keep my power contained. Dragons were different to other shifters with our essence as close as a beast could get to magic. We controlled energy and matter around us, and while I’d seen Slade use it to clean and purify his air, he hadn’t bothered to use it as a weapon. Not even when he wasattemptingto extractinformation.
Missed opportunity for him there. Though, maybe like me, he enjoyed getting his hands dirty on occasion too. My biggest annoyance with my kin was that he’d gone too easy on me during his interrogation. For Emme, he should have torn me to pieces and stitched those pieces back together with a rusty piece of barbed wire.
I’d show no mercy to anyone who threatened my mate’s existence.
Then again, maybe he’d feared that hurting me would hurt her too, and in that, I respected his choices. It was a losing battle anyway. Alpha had prepared me for all range of torture, and no amount of pain could compare to isolation. That was how I usually suffered.
Four white wallsand nothing to break the monotony.
Slade had suffered under Alpha’s control too, that much was made clear, but his wasn’t about isolation. He’d always had his brother, Hunter, and for that I occasionally imagined killing them both.
Sometimes I even imagined killing Alpha, but he was the only family I knew, and everything he’d put me through was to strengthen me for the future. A future that would ensure the integrity of shifters remained pure. I owed him loyalty, and wouldn’t let him down. No matter how torn my mind was.
Emme’s scent grew stronger as our bond pulsed, and the throbbing in my balls and shaft reminded me that we hadn’t claimed her fully yet. Before Emme, I’d had no sexual desires. I’d disciplined my body and shut down any base urges that didn’t include killing.
With my mate, though, I’d have as much luck of rotating the Earth in the opposite direction as I would halting the flood of need scorching my veins.
Emmeline was mine to claim, and while I had no plans to ever take her by force again, I was confident she would eventually cave to the draw of our bond.
A door clanked in the distance, and like I’d summoned her with that thought, she appeared at the end of the room. Alone.
She hesitated in the doorway, and I pressed closer to the bars. “Mate,” I rasped, reaching for her. “What’s wrong?”
