The shifter king lowered his head and nuzzled at my neck, succulent love bites given again and again. He groaned quietly against my skin, “Your fucking pussy is my new favorite place, elf.”
I laughed breathlessly, blurrily gazing up at the ceiling. “Shifter, we have happily reached an agreement. Your cock is now my new favorite invader.”
And I wasn’t sharing this big cock with anyone.
Fire boiled brutally within my veins.
Yes. Oh, yes. This shifter was mine.
All. Fucking.Mine.
Tersely, his tiger fangs grazed my neck.
I flinched and snapped my head up. “What?”
“My dick isn’t going anywhere else. Calm yourself.” King Athon’s muscled shoulders shook under my arms in silent mirth, his eyes pinching at the corners. His gaze flicked down to where our bodies joined and then back up to my eyes. “Your temperature rose a few degrees.”
Oh.
Politely, he didn’t mention that he’d felt my possessiveness flare inside his Fae-spark.
I tilted my chin up and sniffed. “I hope it hurt.”
Barely restrained humor still colored his features—apparently utterly tickled by this intimate knowledge. “I must admit it wasn’t completely comfortable. But I survived.”
I sighed heavily and softly tugged a fistful of his hair. I lied with my most uppity voice, “That is quite enough. I am growing bored.”
“Are you now?” King Athon chuckled and nipped sharply at my bottom lip.
I crinkled my nose. “Ow.”
His eyes found mine as he ran his tongue over the hurt.
I shivered inside his hold and chased his lips with mine. I mumbled absently, “More of that, please.”
The King of Shifters grunted, his mouth instantly stroking my lips. His hands holding my hips tightened, and his hips pulled back. He began thrusting inside of me, slowly and sensually…
The shifter kingcoulddo gentle sex.
I groaned against his mouth in pleasure and used my feet for leverage, tipping my hips further, wanting all he had to give.
King Athon smiled against my mouth and drove his cock in harder, but kept his leisurely pace. His right hand smoothed up my side to cup my left breast, pinching my nipple softly. He twisted gently, rubbing it between his fingers.
I shuddered as carnal heat swathed my body, shoving forward into his hand, relishing his soft care. I looked into his gaze, whispering, “You’re very good at this.”
He pressed his forehead to mine and rolled his hips, causing my entire body to tremble against his. King Athon stared back at me under his long, curling eyelashes, his breath panting against my lips, a stalking tiger watching his mate.
I moved my hips with his on each stroke, my breaths becoming harder and harder, my gaze locked on his.
My arms unwound from around his neck, my hands wandering over his delicious body. I explored gently, and, occasionally, scraped my nails over his brutish muscles, stroking him.
His chest vibrated with achuffingsound deep in his throat.
He liked that. Very much so.
I groaned breathlessly and gripped his flexing ass, pulling him harder with each drive. I asked softly, “May I bite you?”
One hard, rumbled word. “No.”
