His ass and other attributes.
“You need to get up, dove,” he purred into her ear that morning. “We have work to do.”
Work had entailed her sitting astride his face for much of the morning. She had gripped the edge of the upholstered headboard, riding his mouth like a cowgirl, understanding why he had wished for a room beside Tannar’s as she moaned. His tongue had flicked against her swollen clit like the fluttering wing of a moth, and his face had been slick and shining when she toppled off him at last, sated.
When he didn’t immediately move to change their positions, Silva took advantage of the opportunity to swing her leg back over him, facing his feet, licking a slow stripe up the head of his cock. Slow and seeking, licking over every inch of his glans, gently scraping her teeth over the sensitive skin, feeling him jerk beneath her.
She had been good at this, once, she reminded herself, slowly lowering her mouth on his length. That’s what she’d told herself the very first night they’d met, when she’d dropped to her knees before him and sucked him in the back room at the Plundered Pixie.Keep that up and I’ll fill your mouth, dove. She was up for the challenge.
She loved dragging her tongue over the split in his tip, where green gave way to dark pink, pearling up on her tongue as she tightened her lips. She pinched the seam of his sac, dragging down the soft skin as his balls pulled up, meeting her invasion. Her head began to bob. Silva hummed as she sucked him, hoping he was able to feel the vibration in his spine, gratified when his hips began to rise on their own accord, meeting her greedy mouth.
Tate dragged a hand down her back, gently scraping over her spine, holding her hips, gripping the curve of her ass, making her whimper when he stroked his long fingers against her, sinking himself in to the knuckle.
He’d done this that first night as well.
Rubbed her inner walls with the skill of a musician playing his favorite instrument, tapping against her G-spot until she’d come apart, as he did then. His arm moved like a piston, three fingers within her, just enough stretch for her to tighten around, the whimper she made choked by the girth of him in her throat.
“Silva, I’mnotcoming in your mouth. I appreciate the effort, dove, but that’s not happening now. I already told you what we’re doing.”
Silva nearly gagged, pulling up, laughing. A line of drool connected her lip to his shiny tip. “Theworst!”
She’d nevernotbe startled by the speed at which he was able to flip them, finding herself on her knees, him kneeling behind her. Silva was grateful for the consideration. Her hair and makeup were already done, ready for what awaited that morning.
“I’m going to fill you up, Silva.” His voice was a hum at her skin, making her shiver. “I’m going to fill you like one of those little Elvish pastries, until you’re dripping.Youbelong tome.”
He knew exactly what she liked. Where to touch her, what pressure, how to shift his hips, how to give her the most pleasure. He always had. Tate kissed his way up her spine, teeth at her neck, a hand at her hips as he turned her face up with a finger beneath her chin, catching her lips in his.
“They don’t matter, Silva,” he whispered against her temple. “Nothing matters but us and our family.”
Her mouth dropped open as he fed his thick length into her, spreading her open, so tight at this angle that it nearly squeezed the air from her lungs. The first forward thrust of his hips made her jolt, eyes fluttering shut, crying out on the third. Tate pulled her up, her back flush against his body, letting her see their reflection in the mirror across the room. She watched his hand cup her breast, rolling her nipple, pressing to her stomach,drifting up to caress her throat, skating down her body to bury itself in the cleft of her sex, two fingers trapping her clit as she moaned.
Her eyes rolled back, closing entirely as the room began to spin, like she was on a ride at the fair. It was too much sensation. His cock filling her, moving within her, his fingers rolling over her, his teeth at her neck . . . she gasped, eyes popping open when his teeth sank into her shoulder, in the same spot as the first time he’d bitten her, and her body clenched.
Silva fell forward, the mattress in that subpar hotel rushing up to meet her, halted by the arm around her, bracing himself on an elbow as his hips rocked into her twice, three times, his back arching on the fifth, groaning into her hair. She imagined that she was able to feel every hot spurt within her.
“Nowyou can go stand before this bastard and his family. You belong tome, Silva.”
***
The number of people gathered was preposterous, she thought. Tannar’s parents, of course, and his grandmothers. The dowagers from brunch, and the rest of their families:Esta and Finnea, their mothers and husbands, Lucine, and the little boy whose name Silva could never remember. Several other couples, friends of Tannar’s, and then Tannar himself.
His eyes widened when he saw her, and Silva thought he looked shocked.
Shocked that she had shown? Shocked that she had not come alone? She didn’t know, but she was irritated just the same.
Tannar’s mother cut through the crowd at full sail, dressed for the wedding they’d never had — pearls, her hair freshly set,unable to hide her giddy excitement over the thought of making Silva squirm throughout this.
“Silva. Thank you for coming today to make this official.” Her eyes slid over Tate. “And you brought . . . support. Where’s the little one?”
“Home,” Silva said flatly. “Why would I bring her to something like this?”
Tannar’s mother huffed, pulling back in offense at Silva’s tone. They were still expecting Silva of the Daytime, she understood.Sorry, she doesn’t work here anymore.
“We’ll be getting started soon.”
No reason why they weren’t startingnow. The officiant was there. The family was gathered. Tannar was gaping at her like a fish. Dragging it on was purely meant to humiliate her more.
“Which is the langer who couldn’t make you orgasm?” Tate didn’t bother with lowering his voice, his tone conversational, his hand still gripped tightly in hers, and at the small gasps and shocked expressions on Esta and Finnea’s faces, she knew without a doubt they had all heard. “Ah, never mind, dove. I can already tell.”
