She didn’twanthim to stop. He could live between her thighs for all she cared, as long as he continued to use that wicked mouth on her.
It was lucky for her that he didn’t seem keen on leaving. Like a predator relishing a kill, he continued to savor her even after she felt him stiffen. A deep, delicious grunt escaped him as he came.
Even then, he watched her.
Kaz slowly released her only when his own breaths began to slow. Peering at her from between her thighs, he looked buzzed, a little feral, and like he was already looking forward to round two. His dark green tongue traced his lips, licking up every single drop of arousal he missed, before he demanded, “Did I give you what you needed, princess?”
Atria had to work hard to find her voice. “Yes,” she breathed.
His shoulder moved again, presumably as he tucked himself back into his jeans, as he grunted, “Good.”
Kaz slowly lowered her thighs back onto the counter and stood up. Standing between her knees, he carelessly adjusted his right glove — the one covered in pearly white release. Atria licked her lips as she stared at it, wondering at his taste, the feel of him in her palm and mouth.
“Open, princess.”
It was all the warning she got before Kaz pressed the tips of his claws against her bottom lip. Her mouth popped open instantly, shamelessly, and when he pressed his gloved fingers against her tongue, she groaned with pleasure.
“Clean my glove,” he told her, baritone smooth and smoky and delicious. His eyes tracked her progress as she swirled her tongue around his claw-caps, the seams, and down to lap up every salty drop.
When she carefully closed her lips around his fingers and sucked, gaze unwavering on his face, Kaz let out a puff of air like she’d taken a fist to his gut. “So good for me, princess. I fucking love the sight of you licking up my come.”
Gods, yes.She could be good when he looked at her like that. When he touched her like that. When he used his tongue on her likethat.
Kaz pressed the pads of his fingers down on the center of her tongue, urging her to open her mouth. Slowly, he slid his fingers down the length of it, as if he wanted to savor the texture, the warmth of the muscle, as he murmured, “Is this how I should care for you? My witch needs touch, and orgasms, and my come on her tongue. Youneedme, don’t you?”
In that moment? Yes, unequivocally. Atria felt like she could breathe for the first time inyears.
Atria was as frank about her sexuality as a person could be, so she felt no shame when she nodded, lust-drunk, in enthusiastic affirmation. She wanted more. She wanted to know the sharp burn of his cock spearing her, the borderline discomfort of savage, too-deep thrusts. Now that she’d popped the cork on the wild sexuality between them, she wantedeverything.
He slowly extracted his fingers from her mouth. Leaning down, he rubbed their lips together — swiping from side to side slowly, like he wanted to memorize the texture of her lips against his own even as they shared hot, quick breaths. “When I bring you home,” he growled, almost too low to hear, “I’m going to lock you up in my bedroom and fuck you until you beg me to stop. I’m going to watch you suck my cock in every room. I’m going to spread you out on my kitchen island and fuck you with my tongue until I can’t feel it anymore. Then you’re going to ride me in every car I own. You need it? I’ll give it to you, princess.”
Gods, it sounded like a threat and a dream come true.
Atria traced his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. She could still taste him — salty and musky and utterly unique.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me?”
“I wasn’t,” he answered, giving her a punishing nip with his fangs. “But that was before I knew what that look on your face would do to me, and that I can turn you into a soft little kitten so easily.”
“What look?”
Kaz pulled back just enough to stare down at her. His lips were slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his enlarged pupils quivered, like they wanted to expand even more but physically could not.“Thisone. The one you’re wearing right now — where you look up at me like I’m your fucking savior.”
Atria pressed her palms against his tattooed chest. His heart slammed against her hands like it was trying to break free of the cage it was locked in.
“Aren’t you?”
Kaz let out a harsh breath and closed his eyes. Several seconds ticked by.
He slowly straightened, putting distance between them that vexed her. Like a switch had flipped, his hungry expression vanished. It was replaced with something painfully neutral. Remote.
Atria didn’t know much about Kaz, but she knew she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone — and that when he replaced his warmth with cold air, she felt… alone. More than she ever had before.
“Yes,” he answered, left hand reaching for his right glove once more. “But I’m still figuring out what else, too.”
Kaz tugged on the right inner corner of his glove. All traces of her saliva and what little of his release might have remained vanished with a tiny burst of magic.
Hands clean, he reached down to rearrange her nightgown over her thighs. In a measured voice, he said, “Now, let me look at those scrapes.”
