“Please…”
After several more moments of torture, my silent prayers are answered, and his tongue finds that pulsating little nubbin again. He licks me harder this time, and I’m exploding by the third stroke—a crescendo of pleasure radiating out from my sex and making me see stars. My pussy is clenching hard and fast, and I feel little gushes every time it squeezes the air.
I hear sobbing. It’s coming from me.
The guy’s tongue keeps me riding the peak for longer than I ever thought possible, but eventually the waves begin to abate and I let out a long, shuddering breath.
My clit is aching, rigid, hyper-sensitive…
…and he’s still licking me.
“Ow! No!” I try to twist away, but my pushing and kicking are futile—he’s so strong, if he decides I’m not going anywhere, I’m not going anywhere. “Fuck!” I’m swimming in mid-air, scissoring my legs in a pathetic attempt to escape his iron grip, but he simply holds me in place and keeps licking me ruthlessly.
It’s the most delicious ache.
I stop fighting, allowing the sensation of his soft, wet tongue laving my clit to wash over me. Within moments, I’m close once more.
Can I come again so soon? Am I multi-orgasmic? I guess I’m about to find out.
Or not. When he stops licking me and flips me over onto my back, I scream with frustration. “Please…” It’s a mere whimper. My voice is hoarse. My clit is pounding and I’m so desperate for release, nothing else matters. I just want his tongue on me again.
But for several long moments, there’s nothing. No movement. Just that relentless growl, and the cool night air whispering over my drenched sex.
I’ve had my eyes tightly closed this entire time—at first, because he was behind me and I couldn’t see him anyway, and then because I was so lost in pleasure. Now, I’m afraid to open them. Afraid of what I’ll see. I know he’s still here because that rumbling growl is still twisting my insides, somehow making more juice seep from my aching, empty pussy. I can feel it trickling down over my butthole.
I didn’t know it was possible to get this wet.
“Mine.”
At first, I’m not sure I heard correctly. How can he talk and growl at the same time? My eyes fly open.Please don’t tell me there are now two of them.
The moons are behind him, his face is in shadow. But the silhouette of his enormous bulk is imposing enough. Thick, finely defined muscles stand out in stark relief against the lilac glow. It looks like the sides of his head are shaved, but a thick braid is falling over one broad shoulder.
He also has a dark, neat beard.
His eyes are hidden. I wish I could see them.
“Huh?” I manage, hoping he’ll say more. “What did you say?”
“Mine,” he says again. It’s more of a grunt.
“What’s yours?” I blink up at him, trying to concentrate despite the aching pull in my clit.
In response, his huge hands circle my ankles and he tugs me towards him, spreading my legs further apart and pushing them up and back.
I feel humiliatingly exposed and yet somehow, I want this. I know exactly what he’s about to do and, god help me, I want it.
I want him.
FOUR
The Hunter King
The perfume hoversin a cloud over my prey, a mouthwatering mix of juicy sweetness and musk. The moons overhead make her pale gold skin glow against the dark grass. My head spins like I’m in a dream, but this is real. This is a genuine Omega. Ulf knows how or why she’s here, in my forest, in Arboron, but no matter.
She tastes right.
When her sweet, sweet slick hit my tongue, I thought I would explode right there, in my breeches. More potent than the strongest wine, her essence is dynamite to my senses.
