The King of Shifters released my lower lip and pressed his mouth to mine fully, smirking as he stated, “And there’s the submissive that you are.”
“Shut up, shifter. I told you I don’t like that term.” I groaned, mortifyingly, no heat in my tone. I trembled from his caress as he brushed his mouth against mine in dominant strokes. “Mmm.”
King Athon slid his warm tongue inside my mouth, tasting me. He grunted softly and pulled his fingers out of my core, much to my dismay. The King of Shifters shoved those two fingers into my mouth—my eyes rounding in horrified shock—and he ordered gruffly, “Lick all of your juices off, Princess. Don’t swallow.”
My entire face turned red, perspiration dotting my brow.
He repeated slowly, “Lick. Don’t swallow.”
I pinched my red eyebrows together and tentatively glided my wet tongue around his two huge fingers, tasting jasmine and my own nectar.
“More,” King Athon demanded darkly, his pure black gaze trapped on my lips. “Get all of it.”
I almost swallowed, but paused, remembering not to. I curled my tongue around his fingers and licked until they were clean of my juices. I nodded my head that I had finished, my eyes caught on his as his pink tongue licked over his top teeth, snarling.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, his attention on my mouth as my lips puckered and glided on his warm russet digits. The King of Shifters slammed his mouth down on mine and grabbed the back of my head, digging his fingers into my hair, trapping me in the embrace. His hot tongue plunged into my mouth, probing and drinking all that I had licked off his fingers, his hand tightening against the back of my head. King Athon groaned low and deep against my mouth.
“Finally. Something I like.” He pushed on his arms, shoving his enormous body down my frame. His rugged face stopped at my core, and his tongue lapped at my wetness immediately. Mouth pressed to my most intimate flesh, he closed his eyes in bliss. He muttered deeply, “Yes.”
I hissed with pleasure, throwing my head back and draping my legs over his arms when he held my hips tight. I grabbed my breasts and squeezed, playing with my nipples while his mouth devoured my pussy. I undulated against his face, pressing myself closer.
For a shifter, he wasn’t too bad at sex. Talented, even.
If I could just be attracted to his body, that would help.
Mayhap I should try to find a part of his body that I liked as he had done to me. There had to besomethingthere.Anything.
I peered down my frame and panted in need.
His solid black eyes peeked up at me.
His pink tongue flashed between my folds.
I stared at it and ground my clit against the pressure.
Yes, he had a nice tongue. There. I had found something.
I dropped my head back to the bed and mumbled breathlessly, “I like your tongue.”
King Athon laughed softly against my wet core. “If I wanted to, I could rip flesh from bone with my tongue.”
Fucking Fae. I did not like his tongue.
There went that decent thought. I griped, “I tried, dammit.”
The King of Shifters turned his head to the side and nipped at my sensitive inner thigh. He smirked when I jumped. King Athon stated evenly, “I would never do that to a woman’s most private treasure. You have nothing to fear.”
I grunted, unsure if he had told the truth. I released my breasts and grabbed ahold of his cheeks, pulling him up my body.
But he resisted at my chest.
King Athon lowered his face and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and cupped my other breast, squeezing gently.
My eyes crossed in bliss, even as I mumbled absently, “You were wrong. They are a handful for you.” I knew it.
The King of Shifters licked in a circle around my pebbled nipple, his eyes crinkling at the edges with shrouded wrath. “They are still very small. Do not ever think this is the size I am used to—or prefer.”
I grabbed his face roughly this time and pulled him up so that his cock aligned with my core. “Let us be done with this. I am more than prepared to take your grisly cock.”
