So fucking perfect. I want her to do it again. I want to push into her and take what I need, like a damn first year academy dragonet. I kiss down her to her breasts, sucking a nipple into my mouth. I grab her hips, holding her to the bed. The human’s strong for her size, and she pushes up against me.
I chuckle. I don’t remember the last time I laughed this much. These last two weeks have been a lesson in restraint and freeing at the same time.
I travel down her body, kissing every inch of skin along the way. A few more inches and I’ll have my goal: her pussy in my mouth. Tasting her has been in my dreams for a week. Longer. I take a hip in each hand, open her wide enough to fit my shoulders in. She moans. My damn dick’s so hard I’m going to have to be careful to not send her through the wall when I finally get into her.
My first taste. Now I’m the one groaning.
34
RAINE
Roark’s mouth hovers over me. And I brace myself. Oh, I’ve heard all the talk from the girls. They all say I’ve just never had a guy who knew what he was doing. Maybe they’re right. I’ve never orgasmed with anything besides a vibrator or my own fingers.
Jeff would lick at me like I was a head of broccoli, not a Blow Pop worth getting to the center of. A few strokes of his tongue, and it was like he’d volunteered at the Red Cross and earned his hundred-hour service pin.
Roark’s mouth is hot. So hot. Like the rest of him. Him holding me gave me some of the best sleep I’ve had in days, maybe my whole life. It was like snuggling into the perfect temperate hot water bottle. My favorite thing to do when I have PMS.
His first powerful stroke has my foot jump off the bed. Like the nerve endings are strings pulling on me, making me dance. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t move at all. He’shumming, like it’s the best damn thing. “Fuck me, Raine. This... Shit...”
Pushing up, I catch his eyes as he hovers over my legs. I freeze, unsure of why he stopped. I try to close my legs, but his grip is on me again, holding me open. I’m so embarrassed. Even Jeff didn’t complain, and I know he didn’t like it.
Roark blinks. “I needed a moment. So good, Duchess. So fucking...” He’s on me again with even more zeal. My head falls to the pillow. Was he holding back before? Every movement he makes has me tingling. My hips are flailing, or rather they’re trying to flail. He’s got me pressed to the bed firmly enough that I can’t... I can’t...think... move. My fingers scrunch up the sheets.
There’s a noise in the room. Me. I’m making the noises.
Roark circles my clit and then pushes a finger inside me. One at first and then a second. But then my brain does this weird frizzing thing, like someone pulled the plug and it... I’m off. It’s my body. And the pleasure he’s pushing at me. I’ve never had the sensation before, and I’m holding on to it. There’s no thought, no memories, no critical Raine brain. Roark, his broad shoulders holding me open, his head moving with the rhythm of his tongue. He reaches up and grabs my breast. I’ve got one hand on his head, and I put the other one over his on my breast.
“That’s it. Tell me what you want, Duchess,” he demands.
“Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.” The buzzing is back in my head, and I’m chasing it. It’s too good. “I want...”
He pinches my nipple under his hand, and I’m lost. Darkness fills my eyes. My hips rocket up against his firm chest.
“Roark,” I scream. “Roark.” My throat closes up as I come down, my head bouncing on the pillow.
“That was fucking amazing,” Evander says.
My eyes snap open. I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. I’m too filled with euphoria, endorphins. I reach for Evander. What in the heck has gotten into me?
“Sorry, Raine, I can’t play. At least, not today. Not here. But there’s more. You want more from him. Don’t you?”
My chest goes up. My eyes are glued to Evander. I drop my hand. “Your thunder?” It’s a question and a statement.
“That’s right. We have our rules.”
“Right.” I’m not their mate. The fullness I had rushes out of me like a popped balloon. I haven’t even glanced at Kieren. That’s too much for me. I’m not sure why, but I can’t. He hasn’t even touched me.
“No, Duchess.” Roark flips me, grabbing my feet until my face is pressed into the pillow. He smacks my ass. And rubs it. Then he flips me back, like he didn’t just spank me. He grabs my chin and kisses me. Our kiss tastes more of the scent of his smoke than of me. With a firm hold on my chin, he controls the kiss. His hand slides to the back of my neck. I’m dizzy by the time he lifts his lips from mine.
“I want you,” Roark growls at me, his face inches away.
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck. I’m taking you now, Duchess.”
“Yes . . . Wait.”
“I can’t get you pregnant, and shifters are clean.”
