He cut me off with his lips against my temple, scooping me closer to him until my breasts were crushed against his chest.
“Hush, my Zoga. I have you,” he whispered, holding me close.
My brow furrowed with confusion at the word he’d never said to me before.
“What’sZoga?” I asked, and he ran his tusk over my neck, shoulders and face, distracting me completely until I forgot the question. It was sonice, as if he was nuzzling me.
“My muse,” he murmured, at last, and it took me a long moment to realize he was answering the question. My breath caught in my chest. To be called this male’s muse. Thisartist’smuse. I’d never been so honored in my life.
My throat was too full to speak, but if I could, I would have told him how much it meant to me. How muchhewas a muse to me as well. But I couldn’t, so I settled for crushing my lips against his.
“You’re tiny,” he pulled away to tell me, and I blinked at him becausenever in my entire lifehad anyone ever looked at me and called metinybefore.
“Uhh,” I said, articulately, and his responding smile was sweet andgorgeous.
“You need to do what I tell you,” he murmured, his tone gentle and firm all at one, commanding in the exact way that I needed. It quelled my anxiety and loosened the bunched muscles in my arms and legs until I wasn’t so much clinging to him as I was letting him hold me. “So that I don’t hurt you.”
My body and heart bloomed for him, even as he licked his tongue across my throat to my shoulder, and I slumped against him.
“Tell me what you need.”
But I didn’t know, so I shook my head. His cool lips pressed against my heated cheeks.
“Do you need to be fucked?” he asked, as calm as anything, and the words out of his lips—his lips—which were so proper a few seconds ago, blew my mind.
I just blinked at him, and his laughter was a soft rumble against my throat. But then I caught his meaning, and I nodded, desperate, more instinct than anything else.
That wasallI wanted. I was a hollow mess of a witch and he needed to fill me to thebrim.
Chapter 38
Hanna
The prospect of finally being with my male scorched my brain blank to the point that my vision almost whited out.
“I...yes,” I gasped.
He hunched over me, blocking out all my light as he hovered, burying his face against my throat. I heard a quiet whisper of,“You smell so fucking unbelievable,” against my skin, and heat rose even more in my cheeks.
At this rate, I was going to pass out from heat stroke, but I didn’t care. Small nips at my jaw, fangs just alittletoo tight and justslightlydangerous.He could hurt me, but heneverwould, so it wasn’t fear that was rushing through me. It was longing.
Iwantedhim to bite harder. Iwantedto wear his mark.
But before anything else could happen, he shoved my top over my head, unsnapped my bra and licked one of my nipples. I hadn’t been prepared to be bared to him so soon, but before I could even feel self-conscious—which I wasn’t sure that Iwouldsince this wasSavlaafter all—he bit my nipple hard enough for my back to arch.
“Open your eyes,” he growled, and I did. He stared at me for a long moment before he said. “You’re so fucking wet for me, but not enough. You’ll needallof it and more.”
I swallowed hard, and he eyed my throat bobbing before meeting my gaze again, his own intense.
“You smell ready for me. Sodelicious. Like you’re close to losing your mind. Is that right?”
I nodded, unable to speak. But I was able to squirm under him, and his pupils dilated until they swallowed his irises whole.
“You smell like you were made for me, Zoga,” he groaned, and my pussy spasmed hard around nothing as he buried his fangs into the flesh of my shoulder.
Who the hell is this and what happened to my Savla?
As far as I was aware, my mate was a shy male who barely cuddled me before this moment. Now he was driving me insane with his teeth, tongue and fingers. His hands framed my face, thumbs trembling just slightly, as if he’d been holding himself back for years and finally—finally—let the dam break.
