“Removing anyone’s scent but mine.” He sniffed at my left hip, his tongue darting out once more in a slow glide.
I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes, and simply enjoyed. “I do not mind. It feels wonderful.”
“I’m almost done.” King Athon impishly bit my hip and chuckled wickedly, his mouth venturing lower, halting between my spread legs. His heated breath panted against my intimate folds, making me writhe further. He whispered gutturally, “There’s my perfect flower.”
My eyes flew wide as his tongue delved into my cunt, his mouth no longer gentle, hungrily lapping at my juices. I shouted in bliss and gripped his hair tighter, my hips shoving against his mouth. “Holy fuck!”
The King of Shifters grabbed my hips, holding them up off the mattress, his mouth and tongue ravaging my pussy. Hisgrowlwas feral as he categorically enjoyed his treat, his tongue rubbing and rubbing against my clit with pure dedication. He closed his eyes and groaned hard, ecstasy etched on his features.
I arched my back, crying out, my climax building fast.
I was almost there…
King Athon’s mouth was suddenly gone from between my legs, his hair running between my fingers as he pulled away.
My head jerked up in surprise, watching as he agilely jumped off the bed. I muttered in extreme confusion—andneed, “What the fuck, shifter?”
He wiped his mouth off with his forearm, like a brute after a messy meal, and leaned over the bed to take ahold of my thighs. “Elf, I want inside you.”
“I was almost there,” I whined. Then I grunted, startled by his brutish ways as he yanked me to the edge of the bed. My head spun as he grabbed my hands and sat me up in a dizzying rush. I repeatedly blinked, mumbling inarticulately, “I think we are having a communication error, shifter. Orgasm, good. Sexual frustration, bad.”
Mayhap he wasn’t as skilled as I’d thought, and he’d simply gotten lucky the last few times? If that were true, the Fae were even more fucking vicious than I’d already guessed.
The King of Shifters chuckled under his breath and brushed my hair off my forehead that had fallen forward. “I read the first chapter of that book before your king got his hands on it. It said that elves like to be teased before they climax. Is that incorrect?”
I stared, trying to catch up to his logic. “While that may be true…I was so Fae damned close.”
My dratted soul mate’s lips curved into an arrogant grin. “I did well then.”
Oh my Fae. I pinched my fingers together in front of his face. “You cut it a little too close. Understand? If you want to do what the book said, then less stimulation, moreteasing.”
King Athon’s lips trembled as his solid black shifter eyes grazed over my grumpy features. But he stated studiously, “We still have much to learn about one another. I will endeavor not to make you so…stimulated…next time.”
“Hmph.” I flicked the tip of his nose—gently. “Are you going to make it up to me?”
With my head at this height, and his feet firmly planted on the floor with the front of his legs pressed against the bed, he didn’t have to lean down so far to place his eyes in front of mine. He nipped the tip of my damned nose with his blunt teeth. “That is a possibility, elf, if you stop complaining.”
I shut my mouth with an audible snap—shifter prick.
The smile the King of Shifters wore was cruel.
I glared death.
The palms of his warm hands skimmed down my hips to my thighs, opening my legs further, nestling himself fully between their warmth. His mouth brushed against mine in a soft caress as he clutched my ass and brought me flush to his body.
My churlish attitude flittered away like it never was with each teasing kiss he delivered, my soul mate a damned fine, quick learner. I draped my arms around his neck, arching my back to brush my breasts against his chest, needing to be as close to his hard body as possible.
He wrapped one of his arms around my waist, and lowered his other hand to take ahold of his cock. He aligned himself at my entrance while I tipped my hips to help him—the bottoms of my feet pressed against the side of the mattress for support. His groan was quiet against my lips, his cock carefully entering me.
I breathed through the sweet pain, shuddering inside his embrace from the pleasure of it, my mouth devouring his—the only way I could communicate how intense it felt.
The King of Shifters slowly thrust his hips, attentive to how much of his cock he gave me at one time, his lips reluctantly pulling back from my mouth so that he could examine my face. “Too much?”
I panted and shook my head, my attention lowering to where his glistening cock slid in and out of me, his hardened member almost fully seated now. “No. Though this position is new for me. It feels like you’re going deeper than before, but keep going.”
King Athon gently drove his hips forward again, his large cock finally completely inside me. He grunted roughly, both of his hands capturing my hips. His fingers dug into my supple ass cheeks, squeezing.
My arms stayed locked around his neck as my head tipped back on a long moan, my entire frame shivering at the perfect intimate fullness.
