I supposed that went right down to his tongue as well.
“Please,” I begged, thumbs already hooking into the sides of my underwear as I lifted my hips.
“Please what?”
I didn’t have to look down again to know he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Or rather, a pussy-eating grin, I supposed. “Please show me exactly how badly you want to eat me alive.”
I was playing with fire, and I was enjoying the hell out of it. Although I only knew general stuff about vampires, I was acutely aware of their need to feed. Some part of him—awildpart—wanted to devour me, but I knew I was safe with Rowan, so was it so crazy to tap into that just a little?
Potentially. It would be safer to avoid any ideas remotely close to consuming my blood, but where was the fun in that? Besides, well-behaved women rarely made history—or had mind-blowing orgasms.
“Fuck, Naomi. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
His voice was the perfect mix of being completely wrecked with all the threat of an apex predator, and those goosebumps spread even farther along my body. He pulled my underwear off and tossed the fabric over his shoulder. His grip on me bordered on painful in the most hedonistic, scrumptious way as he parted my thighs and placed one leg on his shoulder while he held the other in place.
“I want you to scream my name when you come on my face, understood?”
God, theauthorityin his voice. It wasn’t macho or anything, just natural. That was the only way I could describe it. Just like an avalanche rolling down a mountain or a tsunami hitting the shore, there was an inevitability behind it. A calm and quiet absolution that I was more than happy to go along with.
There was just one thing.
“Rowan?”
He paused. Because of course he did. Because no matter how much the two of us were lost in our passion, our lust, he wanted to make sure I was fully on board, no matter what. “Yes?”
“Mind the teeth, please.”
He flashed me a truly wicked, completely unrepentant smirk, then leaned down to place a kiss right beneath my belly button.
“I will do my best.”
And boy, did he.
Although it started with a kiss, it wasn’t long before his face was against me, tongue gliding up and along me, just grazing past my clit but never putting direct pressure on it. When I subconsciously tried to buck against his mouth, he increased the pressure on my thigh, and I nearly came just from that.
“Be patient,” he murmured, nipping his way down one thigh and up the other. It wasn’t enough to hurt, to break the surface of my skin, it was enough for me to feel the sharp drag of his fangs.
That probably wasn’t a sensation every human would like, but for me, a wolf shifter, it was absolutelyit.I loved the thrill of it. The slight hint of danger coupled with the assurance that Rowan would never hurt me. And then there was the illicit undertones of being so desirable, so needed, that the vampire feasting on me could barely keep the predator within him in check.
Yeah, definitely hot.
“Rowan—” I started, but who the fuck knew what I was going to say because his tongue slid right over my clit, and all my muscles clenched down fiercely. God, it felt so good.
“Yes?” he murmured once he broke away and I whined at the loss of his mouth.
“N-nothing,” I stammered. “Just… please.”
“Of course, whatever you want.”
Goddamn!
I reached down desperately, trying to find an anchor, but not wanting to rip Rowan’s hair. It turned out my concern was fornaught, however, as he caught my beseeching fingers and placed them right into his thick, white tresses.
The message was loud and clear as I buried my hand into his hair to hold on for dear life. And believe you me, I needed the anchor, because the way he was eating me out had me in danger of levitating right off the mattress.
Between his tongue, sliding thick and warm against me, his lips as they kissed here, lingered there, he was teasing me into a whimpering puddle of want. Those long, elegant fingers I’d eyed so many times slowly slid into me—first one, then two—crooking perfectly to stroke at something inside me that made my hips buck that much harder into his mouth.
It was too much,too much! And yet at the same time, not enough. My entire being seemed to be rapidly hurtling toward an exclamation point of ecstasy, and the approaching deluge was as intimidating as it was desired.
