At the time, Emillie had been confused as to why anyone would want such a thing.
Now she understood. Luce could set her aflame and Emillie would beg her for more. There was something about the anticipation that had her aching.
“I think I like you in a dress,” Luce murmured, hooking the top of Emillie’s panties and sliding her hand down the front. They both let out a low groan as her fingers slipped between her slick folds. “I’ve thought of this moment more times than I care to admit.”
Emillie’s hips surged forward, seeking the pressure provided by Luce’s hand.
“Eager, darling?” Luce whispered against her mouth. “Perhaps I should make you wait a little longer. You’re lucky I need this, too.”
A soft moan left Emillie as Luce’s fingers curled into her wet heat. It was all Luce needed to hear to kiss her deeply again, her soft, full mouth sucking on Emillie’s lip. The heel of the lycan’s palm rubbed as she plunged her fingers in again, stroking her in that perfect spot that set her entire body ablaze.
As Luce worked, she pushed her knee between Emillie’s and urged her legs a little wider. The pleasure built, spreading out from her core to her limbs so that her legs shook from the effort of keeping her upright. Another groan, louder this time, escaped her when Luce released her mouth to kiss her neck and collarbone before drifting down to the crest of her breasts that heaved above her dress’s neckline.
With her hands still pinned high above her head, Emillie writhed. Never in her life had she wanted to free herself from the confines of a garment as badly as in that moment. She wanted to feel Luce’s hot mouth on every inch of her. The damned fabric only hindered them.
“Turn around,” Luce breathed, removing her hand from between Emillie’s thighs and loosening her grip just enough to allow her command to be followed.
And damn her, she did as she was told, catching a glimpse of Luce sucking the wetness from her fingers with a groan as she twisted beneath the lycan’s hold. The moment her front pressed against the wood, Luce’s fingers made quick work of the ties now available to her. She slipped the knot free with deft movements before yanking the fabric loose.
“I’m going to let your hands go,” she said, pressing her body tight against Emillie’s as she spoke. “The moment this dress is off, put them behind your back.”
What the lycan had planned for her, Emillie had no idea. Her mind was muddled from the waves of pleasure, and, quite frankly, she was more than eager to find out precisely what Luce wanted to do. So as the lycan peeled the dress from her body, followed by her undergarments, leaving her naked and hot, she once again did as she was told by bringing her hands together at the small of her back.
“Good girl,” Luce murmured in her ear. Then something soft wrapped around her wrists, tying them together. The lycan tookhold of the bindings and forced Emillie to pivot her back toward the bed. With a gentle push, she landed seated on the linens.
Before proceeding, Luce tugged her own shirt off, revealing no undergarments and skin that glistened from exertion. She unfastened her trousers and stepped free, revealing her goddess-like form in mere moments. Emillie tugged at her bonds, her gaze catching on Luce’s perfect breasts and exposed sex.
“You are beautiful,” Emillie breathed, licking her lips.
Heat flared in Luce’s gaze, and she stepped between Emillie’s parted knees before placing one foot up on the bed beside her. “Show me how beautiful you think I am.”
Happily. Emillie leaned forward and kissed the inside of the lycan’s muscular thigh, drawing a soft gasp. With no hands to assist, she slid her tongue long and slow across Luce’s sex, parting her to discover her to be just as wet and ready as Emillie.
Gently sucking on Luce’s clit, she reveled in the way the lycan swept her long fingers into her hair and tilted her hips forward, seeking more. Gods. Emillie would give her anything. All she had to do was ask, or even better…command.
“Emillie…” Luce moaned, and when Emillie looked up at her, she found those golden eyes watching, lips parted and breasts heaving with each hitched breath. “Yes…don’t stop.”
Oh, Emillie had no such plans. Not until Luce was shattering and she could lap up every delicious ounce of her. Not until she had feasted and left the lycan wanting more.
Moaning against her sex, Emillie sucked and licked, relishing the growing cries from Luce above her. Even without her fingers, she would make this woman climax…then do it all again if she must.
To her delight, Luce tensed with a final, whimpering cry as she teetered over the edge of bliss. Emillie dragged her tongue across her core, savoring the woman’s angelic taste. If she could surviveon nothing but that glory, she would do nothing but put Luce on her back for each meal.
“Fuck, Em,” Luce breathed, bringing her shaking leg down from the bed before crouching before her, scooping Emillie’s legs up with her arms, and forcing her ontoherback.
Hands still tied behind her, they lifted her hips from the mattress a touch so when Luce draped herself over her to pull her nipple into her mouth, their hips met. Emillie ground up against the lycan in search of her own release. Between the way Luce sucked and their lower bodies tangled, fitting together like pieces to a puzzle, she knew it would not take long.
“Bite me.”
That was a command Emillie had not expected—not with how much Luce hated vampires. Not by the way she called them leeches. It was that alone that had her hesitating.
Then Luce stretched her neck to the side. “Let me feel you inside me.”
No more encouragement needed. Emillie slid her fangs across Luce’s throat, then struck. The lycan tensed as her fangs dug deep, and Emillie could not stifle the groan of having her blood flood her mouth. It tasted so…perfect. Not chocolate or spice or vanilla, just luscious, rich and everything she desired.
All at once, they were moving again, hips grinding and Luce’s hand grasping Emillie’s breast hard. She moaned low and soft as Emillie sucked, diverting the blood up through the hollows of her fangs. It warmed her instantly, building that firestorm of pleasure that rushed through her veins with no end in sight.
Until it exploded all at once.
