He squeezes, then he tugs my shirt up and over my head, smiling at the black lace beneath. “My, my. Someone knew exactly what she wanted today.”
He leans down and mouths my nipple through the fabric, teasing and tugging. When he peers up at me, his fangs are out.
A chill chases down my spine. I’m so ready for him that I can already hardly stand it. “I need you naked, wolf.”
Without a second of hesitation, he stands and starts stripping. “This is me being submissive, Miss Bloodgood. You can order me to get naked any time.”
With a girlish giggle, I come out of the rest of my clothes too, then Neri is standing at the foot of the bed, ripping the covers free and casting them to the floor.
“We’re going to need room and no entanglements but each other.”
His cock is already standing hard and proud as he stares at me, naked in his bed save for black lace.
I spread my legs and pull the fabric aside to touch myself, running a finger over my clit, opening myself for his eyes, an invitation. “Want a taste, wolf?”
He reaches forward and with a single protracted claw, tears away my undergarments, yanking them from my body. He then crawls onto the bed, slowly, the muscles in his shoulders flexing and rippling. I feel stalked, and I love it, especially with that look in his eyes that makes me ache.
“I want more than a taste,” he says. “I’m going to memorize every godsdamn part of you. With my eyes, with my fingers, with my tongue.” He leans down and drags a long lick up my center, the look in his eyes feral. “And with my cock. Later.”
My heartbeat grows frantic as he pushes my knees wider and studies me in the dusky late-afternoon light. Even my pulse races at the inspection. My breaths, too.
“Have you seen yourself?” he asks, as though caught in utter disbelief. “You’re so perfect.” Slowly, he traces a warm fingertip up and down and around my slick entrance. “Pretty little petals blooming just for me,” he whispers. “Reminds me of your roses.”
I can't help but smile at the sheer wonder on his face. “You act like you've never seen a woman so intimately before," I say. "And I know otherwise."
He smiles in return, a fangy grin. “It’s been a long time, granted. But there is no comparison to you. I doubt there ever will be.”
Something in my chest twists at the tender sincerity and honesty in his words, but before I can linger on the thought, he pushes his fingers inside me, the action drawing my spine into an arch off the bed.
I can't stop my body's response, the way I grind against him as he fucks me with his hand, the way I breathe his name like a plea with every retreat, needy and desperate, aching to have those long fingers deeper.
“Mmm. And this little bud,” he says. “So fucking sweet.”
I'm brought to a frozen halt when he leans in and flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit, because he pins my knees back to the bed and curves over me, as though he’s about to devour me.
Though his fangs are out, he confidently drags his front teeth over that bundle of nerves anyway, sucking it fervently into his mouth as he lifts his gaze to meet mine. Again, that tongue flicks my flesh captured in his mouth, working at a rapid speed that threatens to annihilate me. He finally relents before it can and makes me a promise I won't soon let him forget.
“I'm going to do so many naughty things to you, Nephele Bloodgood. So. Many. Naughty. Things.”
The plunge of his tongue into my body forces a cry from my lips and sends my hands reaching for anything to hold onto. I grip the twisted limbs of the bed as he presses so deep, flicking that long tongue until I’m doing everything I can to lift my hips under his hold.
But he doesn’t let me. He just keeps assaulting me, licking and fucking, sucking my clit, that tongue a magickal entity of its own as he stares into my eyes and feasts, every movement a precise dance leading me very quickly toward coming in his mouth.
“I want to bite you,” he says, teasing my pussy lips with his fangs.
Every breath in my lungs shudders out of me. “Please do. Just be careful about important bits down there.”
A deep laugh reverberates through my flesh, and his fangs slightly retract. “I’m sorry. You bring out the animal in me. The most primal part of me. And I’ve missed the taste of you.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, swirling his tongue here, making it hard for me to think and speak.
“I don’t want you to handle me like glass,” I tell him. “I don’t want you to hold back at all. If anything, I want you to shatter me.”
“Do you understand what you’re saying to me?” He licks me again, clear up the center, and nibbles my clit. “I don’t think you do, little bird.”
I groan and ache, catching his gaze. “What I know is that I want everything you have to give, wolf. I’ve told you before. Don’t you dare be gentle about it.”
“That’s asking for a lot,” he replies. “If I give you everything, come morning, there will not be a part of your body I haven’t tasted, nor a manner in which I haven’t claimed you. Multiple times. In multiple ways.” He crawls over me and trails his tongue up my throat, his cock heavy and hard and a little threatening between my legs. “At the same time.”
My eyes go wide at that. “I don’t understand.”
