Again, her mind reeled.Is this really happening?
A week ago, he was a faceless character in her most illicit daydreams. Now he was kneeling before her, his eyes locked on the damp fabric straining with tension between her spread thighs.
That feeling of being the sole focus of a jaguar about to pounce hadn’t gone away. That deep, back of the mind terror remained, too, as if her instincts knew something about this man that she didn’t.
But it was like the fear came into being only to immediately transmute into something else — a white-hot lust and the driving desire to be consumed by him.
This predator could be yours,the darkest part of her whispered.Silly little Zia could have a dangerous vampire at her mercy.
He was already kneeling at her feet. What kind of power was this man willing to give her? In yielding to a predator such as him, chasing that tantalizing fear, what power lay in wait? The possibilities thrilled her.
So even though her instincts screamed at her to back away slowly, Zia curled her trembling fingers into the thick fabric of her skirt and did as he asked.
Harlan’s hands slid down over her soft hips. His eyes jumped from the damp seam of her tights to the sheer expanse that covered her mons and lower belly.
He let out a hard breath. “Pet… are you not wearing panties?”
Swallowing thickly, she answered, “I didn’t want any panty lines.”
“Fuck,”he muttered, framing her core with his hands. The sharp tips of his clawed thumbs stroked the seam that ran over her cunt, only to part over the gusset in the center. “I’m going to take a thousand tiny sips of you and it still won’t be enough.”
His eyes flicked up to meet hers. “Will you let me?”
Zia couldn’t imagine anything she wanted more, but to be sure, she asked, “Drink my blood?”
Harlan’s pupils, naturally much larger than her own, expanded such that they seemed to swallow up the soft brown of his irises. There was nothing left except a shallow pool of black — his signature night-glow dulled in the soft light of the candles.
“That too,” he rumbled.
“Oh.” Zia sucked in a shuddering breath. She swore she could feel her pounding heart in her throat.
Of course she had oral sex before, but this was a level of intensity and connection that defied all comparison. She was almost dizzy with anticipation. If he didn’t do something soon, it felt like she might simply burst into tears from the all-consuming ache between her thighs, the hunger that made her grip the armrests until her fingers hurt.
“Yes,” she finally answered, daring to spread her legs as far as the chair allowed. “Sip however you like. Just… please hurry.”
Harlan’s voice was dark, almost a growl, when he said, “Absolutely fucking made for me.”
She jumped with surprise when his claws tore through the seam of her tights, poking holes in the taut material before he used his fingers to pull them wider. The cold air of the room rushed in to meet her flushed skin.
He didn’t give her any time to be self-conscious. Harlan only spared a moment to mutter an oath — to which god, she had no clue — before he spread her with the pads of his thumbs and licked a stripe from core to clitoris.
Zia jolted, a flash of pleasure jumping up her spine. Magic bubbled under her skin as he began to devour her. Itburned.
Greenwitches, like empaths, were natural connectors. Their magic looked for places togo,beings to touch, though the specifics of who and what varied from being to being. Zia’s normally reached for plants for an outlet, but at that moment, it wanted nothing more than to sink into Harlan and make a new home for itself.
Power rushed through her as he slid his tongue into her hot core, stroking her from the inside as his thumb slowly swirled around her clitoris. Every touch was slow, almost decadent. It wasdivine.
Bunching her skirt into one hand, Zia used her free one to get a grip on his hair. He’d pulled it back into a loose braid tonight, but she didn’t care. Her fingers speared into the thick, silky strands as he tasted her. A low, desperate noise hummed against her skin.
“Harlan,”she breathed, rocking her hips into his mouth. “I need— I need—” Zia made a soft sound in the back of her throat, half a moan, half a cry of frustration.
He didn’t increase the pressure or speed, but continued savoring her with his slow licks and swirling thumb. She panted as the pleasure mounted to almost unbearable levels. The steady strokes of his seeking tongue weren’t enough. She neededmore.Harder. Somethingextra.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her slick inner thigh. His voice was raw when he said, “And I thoughtIwas the hungry one.” Turning his head back to her cunt, he looked up at her through his lashes and warned her, “Remember that this is just a taste, pet. When you’re mine, I’ll fuckingdebauchyou.”
Goodness gracious gods in the sky. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
Zia opened her mouth to ask what exactly that meant, but the words were locked in her throat. She was too busy watching her vampire to try and get them out, anyway.
