She was as sweet and complex as finely aged syrup. Every brush of her tongue against his brought new nuances of her taste to the forefront — strawberry, vanilla, and a hint of salt. He wanted to gorge himself on her. Heneededto.
In the back of his mind, a tiny, weak voice reminded him that this was a terrible idea. Tasting her wasn’t exactly far off frombreathing her in. Bit by bit, the Pull was sinking its claws into him to drag him under.
But he couldn’t stop. Even when his lungs began to burn, he couldn’t drag himself away from her.
Somehow sensing his need for air, Cecilia did it for him. She yanked his head back with a rough pull of his hair. When he growled, elvish instincts rising in a vicious wave at her silent show of challenge, she did the worst possible thing.
Ceciliabithim.
Sloane’s hips jerked reflexively into the soft cradle of her thighs when her blunt little teeth clamped down on his exposed neck.
“Fuck!” he snarled, pressing her hard against the glass and rutting against her. His head was drawn back so he could only see the blush colored sky as she licked the crescent-shaped indents in his throat. “Cece, youcan’t?—”
“Why?” she asked, breathing hard into his damp skin.
His eyes nearly crossed when she switched to the other side. Her bite wasn’t painful, since it would take far more than her dull teeth to get through his tough skin, but the symbolism of it made the beast that existed inside all elves roar with the need to claim.
Choking on instinct, he tried to explain, “Because elves— Necks are sensitive—Becauseit makes me want to fuck you, Cece.”
Her teeth scraped down the taut cords of his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Then fuck me, Sloane.”
She was on her feet again in a flash. Cecilia staggered, arms reaching for him as she cried out in protest, but he didn’t run away again. Sloane turned his head to suck in a large lungful of air even as he dropped to his knees before her.
She steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders when he raked his burning claws down her jeans. “You havegottostop destroying my clothes, champ,” she breathed, widening her stance as he ripped the shredded remains of her pants away.
Sloane waited until he’d slit the sides of her panties to reply, “Heard.”
Her pale purple thong fluttered to the ground between her white boots. Sloane hurriedly stuffed them in his pocket before he turned his head aside for another risky breath. The wind blew against his back at exactly the right moment, almost like a gift from the gods. Permission, maybe, to fuck her with his tongue until he passed out.
What he couldn’t claim in experience, Sloane knew he could make up for in sheer enthusiasm. There’d never been a skill he couldn’t master. Making Cecilia come on his tongue would be no different.
Her grip on his shoulders tightened when she croaked, “Sloane, maybe going down on me can wait until you don’t have to hold your breath?”
“If I pass out, I pass out,” he growled, lifting her supple thigh over his shoulder. Cecilia squeaked as she was forced onto her tiptoes to make up for the considerable height difference.
Her cunt bloomed before him, rosy and wet and luscious. His swollen lips parted as he watched a bead of moisture escape and ran down the length of her inner thigh, leaving a perfect trail for him to follow.
Before he lost any more of his precious air, Sloane caught the drop with the tip of his dark green tongue. Her skin was unbelievably soft, and the taste of her cunt was unlike anything he’d ever had before. Sweet like her tongue but with an undefinable tang that made his mouth water with hunger, it immediately rocketed up to the top of things he’d die to keep.
No one else is allowed to taste this,he decided as he ran his tongue along her inner thigh to follow the taste to its source.Noone else can have her. I don’t care what I have to do. I won’t live without this.
Sloane flattened his tongue against the entrance of her body. He nearly came out of his skin when she fluttered against him, begging for his touch. Cecilia’s fingers threaded through his hair again as he feathered the tip of his tongue around that slick opening.
She dripped down his throat, as sweet as nectar, and he was lost.
It wasn’t skillful, the way he attacked her with his lips, teeth, and tongue, but it was effective. Still holding his breath, Sloane tried to remember everything she’d taught him after their date — all the ways she liked to be rubbed and stroked.
“Sl—Sloane,”she moaned, rocking her hips into his greedy mouth. “You need to breathe, baby. Please?—”
The idea of her telling him to stop forhissake made that raw, hungry nerve in his chest explode.
Sloane tightened his grip on her waist and thigh as he pressed his face closer. He ignored the fire in his lungs. It didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered besides the way she began to make nonsense noises and how, when he sealed his lips around that tight little knot of nerves, she bowed her back and came on his lips.
Spots appeared in his vision just as he lapped up the last of her sweetness from the mess he’d made of her inner thighs.
Sloane stood up, weak-kneed and so hard it felt like his cock was going to burst inside his kit. Turning his upper body as far away from her as he could without taking a single step backward, he sucked in a desperate breath.
The scent of her, thetasteof her, burst across his tongue and in his nose. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as his claws burned for half a second before the scent blew away.
