“I forgot my soap. It’s in my backpack.”
By those useless dark gods, what kind of new torture is this?
His dragon stirred restlessly, wanting to claim what the mark proved was theirs.
He found the soap in her pack’s pocket, then stepped around the rocks. She stayed where she was in the middle of the inlet, the crystal-clear water revealing her clearly. He’d seen her naked once before, but now, with his claim mark dark against her neck, her wet hair slicked back, and water droplets trailing between her pert breasts, the sight hit him like a physical blow.
She was breathtaking.
Hunger dragged through him, fierce and unrelenting, to discover how she tasted everywhere.
Her face heated. She straightened her spine but didn’t hide from him. “Are you giving me the soap, or are you just going to stare?”
He set the soap aside and waded into the water—clothes and all. Maybe this would give them both what they needed.
Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
“What I wanted to do from the moment I put my claim mark on you.” He splayed his fingers over the mark on her neck, and his mouth came down on hers.
A startled gasp escaped her, her hands splayed on his chest. Just when he thought she would push him away, her mouth moved under his, and she responded with the same hunger twisting him. He licked, nibbled, and sucked on her top lip, then her lower one, before deepening the kiss?—
He lifted her, and her warm, wet body fit against his shirt-covered chest. Her arms wound around his neck, her legs tightening at his hips as he waded toward the smooth boulder, her core a tempting heat against his hard length.
He broke their kiss, setting her on the rock. He cupped her breasts and gently squeezed, his thumbs flicking her nipples. She shivered. Unable to resist the temptation, he suckled one tip—a tight tug, then he switched, tasting her other nub before drawing it into his mouth. He sucked with firm pulls.
A ragged moan escaped her, and she grasped his shoulders.
Stars.She was so fucking perfect.
“Part your legs,” he rasped.
“What?” A flush spread up her tan neck and face.
“I want to seeyou, vixen.” He ran his palms over her thighs and parted them. A neat strip of inky hair covered her sex.
He slid his fingers between her damp slit, and her own arousal slicked her core. He stroked her swollen clit, her wetness coating his fingers, and she whimpered. “Perfect—” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the chin, then her mouth. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
She did not.
Instead, she grabbed his head and kissed him.
He growled, responding with the same intensity for a beat, then he pulled back.
“I fucking love your mouth on mine, Ash. Now, do as I asked.”
Caught in a surreal daze, Ash blinked, need coiling around her like a vise. But knowing Race, he could put an end to this in any second. She didn’t want that.
“Hook your legs over my shoulders,” he repeated, helping her along. She braced her arms on the smooth, flat stone so she wouldn’t tip backward. His warm, callused palm slid over her skin, stoking the flames of need higher and higher. His gaze settled on her aching core again, and she was suddenly absurdly grateful for her religious waxing.
He slid his fingers through her slit again, then his mouth came down on her—his tongue parting her cleft and sliding through her slit, and she whimpered again. Then he lapped at her throbbing flesh as if it were cream before suckling on her aching clit, lighting up every nerve?—
Christ.Ash arched off the boulder, pressing her core into his mouth. He cupped her bottom and held her there.
“Yesss,” he growled against her flesh, and she shuddered. “Take what you want from me, vixen. You taste fucking amazing.”
He moved his hand over her stomach as he licked between her folds, suckled one lip, then the other.God. She panted, grabbing his hair, need winding her tight as a bloody spring. He pushed a finger into her, and she whimpered. He brushed her clit with his thumb and slid a second finger in; she shuddered.
“I can just imagine it’s my cock pushing inside you. Would you like that, my little vixen?”
