“Well, then it was a privilege to initiate you to the pleasures of fanging.”
“Fanging?”
“Fanging. Banging. Niall came up with it a few years back, and it sort of stuck.”
He ran his tongue over his already healed lower lip and unbuttoned his jeans. “Doyoulike fanging?”
“It’s the only way I can orgasm, so yes. Very much.”
Frowning, he kicked off his boots and discarded both his pants and underwear in one fluid motion. I noticed yet another scar, dime-sized and deep, right beneath his hipbone. I wasn’t a mutilation expert, but it resembled a bullet-hole.
“What do you mean, it’s the only way you can orgasm?” He sprang up, thick and veiny. And hard.
“Um, what?”
He smirked, because of course he knew what had sidetracked me, and reiterated his question.
“I’ve just never been able to climax any other way.”
“Glad to hear it.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Why would that make you glad?”
“Because I get to initiateyouto the pleasures of fang-free foreplay.”
My face filled with heat, then heated some more when he leaned over, flipped my skirt up, and pulled my underwear down my legs, over my boots, exposing me to him. “If I were you, I wouldn’t waste your time—”
“Waste my time?” Hetsked as he pressed my legs wide and sank onto his knees between them.
“Liam . . .”
“What?”
“You—you don’t need to . . .”
“I don’t need to what?” He brought his mouth so close to me I could feel the pulse of his words. “Do this?” He gave me a long, slow lick, his eyes blindingly bright.
The muscles of my legs seized. He lapped again, the wet suckling sound almost as heady as the feel of his smooth tongue.
I held my breath as I watched him watch me. As he sucked and teased, kissed and laved, never once looking away. My thighs began to tremble, and a familiar knot of heat wound in my lower belly.
He must’ve fanged me, but his mouth was still moving, his tongue still licking, his stubble still chafing the inside of my thighs. If his fangs had breached my skin, his mouth would be motionless. His long fingers encircled my thighs and yanked, sliding my body toward him until I smothered his face. I gasped at his brutality, at the violence of his tongue lashing and his open-mouthed kisses. Where Grant had tasted, Liam devoured.
My spine arched as the heat and ferocity of his tongue kindled flames that skittered under my skin, banged into my marrow, and bloated my muscles. My heart distended and squeezed, shooting out a trillion beats. Moaning, I sank. Against his mouth. Against the feathery comforter. Into the sensation loosening every nest of tension and detonating every nerve-ending in my body.
“Hmm. Look at that. You can come through oral sex.” There was such arrogance in his tone, and yet I couldn’t even fault him for it, because that had been spectacular.
Once my heartbeats evened out, I answered, “I guess I can.”
He gave my clit a hard peck, then got up, muscles swelling his burnished skin. “You know what I can’t wait for?”
“No. What?”
“To feel your body climax around my dick when I’m balls-deep inside of you.”
Dirty.His mouth was so dirty. And shiny.
He licked his lips. “Fuck, you taste good. As good as you smell.”
