He reached down, grabbed me by the ass and hoisted me up so my legs wrapped around his waist, then he deftly slid his tail out of me and lowered me onto his cock.
I met his gaze as the broad crown pushed inside me, my breath hitching in my throat. His eyes were huge and black, pinning me with their feverish intensity as he drove me down on his cock. When he slid the tip of his tail over my clit, the fur teasing an eager moan from me, and my eyes rolled back into my head.
With a raw sound, Kolt thrust up, his impressive girth stretching me and making it almost impossible for me to breathe. I held onto him, pleasure tearing through me as he drove me down again and again.
“Do you still think I do not play fair?” he husked.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You can play with me any way you want to, big guy.”
My hands slipped to his shoulders, my nails scoring his flesh as my release slammed into me, the tremors rocking my body in waves and rippling around his cock.
His response was a roar, as he pulsed hot inside me. Then he sucked in a breath as he held me, lifting his head after a few minutes of panting. “Any way?”
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Kolt
We’d collapsed together onto the narrow bed, lying in a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths.
I ran my hand along her side, slowly, memorizing the shape of her by touch—the curve of her waist, the soft skin at her ribs, the delicious swell of her breasts. I thumbed the pebbled skin of one nipple, savoring the husky sound she made that resonated somewhere in my chest.
I know this, something in me thought. Not this specific moment. I had no memory of Skye, of this room, of any of this. But the instinct itself was familiar. Bone-deep. The knowledge of how to move and where to touch and when to slow down to provoke breathy sighs. I might not remember much, but my hands seemed to remember this with no help from me.
I pressed my mouth to the curve of her shoulder, the hollow at the base of her throat, the soft skin just below her collarbone, and I felt her hands tighten in my hair.
“Fully expected you to be cocky and bossy,” she said, her tone teasing, “but I never imagined that you’d be so…” There was a sharp inhale as I found a particularly sensitive place… “so tender.”
I laughed low and from somewhere deep in my chest. “I am not always tender.”
Before she could say anything else, I flipped her onto her back. "But for you—" My lips found her throat and nipped. "I am willing to be whatever you need."
She let out a small yelp, and I caught both her wrists and pinned them above her head in one hand, braced over her, watching her eyes go wide and then dark. Her chest rose and fell quickly. She stared up at me. She did not tell me to let go.
“You were saying?” I asked.
Her lips parted, but no sound emerged.
I dipped my head and kissed the line of her jaw, and she arched toward me, her wrists flexing against my grip with no real intention of pulling free. My tail swept slowly across her hip in a long, deliberate stroke, and I heard her sharp inhale.
“I have been thinking,” I murmured against her skin, “about what I intend to do next.”
“Have you?” Her voice was admirably steady, given that I could feel her pulse hammering where my lips rested on her throat.
“I intend to learn every place that makes you gasp.” I moved my mouth lower, following the line of her collarbone.
A sharp breath. “And?”
I pressed a slow kiss to her sternum. “And I intend to lick you until you’re begging for my cock.”
“What if I beg for your tail?”
My tail swept slowly across her hip in a long, deliberate stroke, and I watched the shiver chase across her skin. My voice was a dark rumble. "I will give you everything, greedy girl. Every last thing you ask for."
I released her wrists, and she didn’t move them. Something about that undid me more than anything else had. She left them above her head, not because I was holding them but because she chose to. I traced my fingers down the inside of her arm, as slowly as I could make them go, and watched shivers chase the path I made.
“Kolt.” Barely a whisper.
