But I don’t turn away, even though the embarrassment makes my blood burn and my skin flush scarlet. I lift my chin and meet his gaze, fearless.
“You’re not wrong. That is what I want. So why don’tyoube quiet for once and show me exactly why you brought me here?”
Now he is the one who freezes, the dark, humorless look on his face breaking into a stunned grin, almost proud.
“I am going to enjoy this, Neve Devlin,” he says. “You are like fire, and I would go willingly into the flames if it meant I could taste you just once.”
He rises, kisses me once more, then slides back down my body. He does exactly what he promised, just as he described. He takes each nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking with almost obsessive care, lavishing attention as though he draws as much pleasure from it as I do. I grind against him without shame as the heat between my legs builds to something unbearable. He lifts his thigh, pressing it firmly against my tender nerves, giving me just enough pressure to keep me right on the edge.
But I need more.
I need his head between my legs.
I need his tongue pressing hard against my clit.
“Luceran,” I murmur. “Please.”
He glances up at me, his eyes seeming to pulse with light as the runes inked across his chest flare blue. He nods once, then moves lower, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as he goes, gathering the loose strands and knotting them in my fist. I don’t realize I’m guiding him, drawing his head exactly where the ache is tightest, pushing him deeper between my legs as my knees bend and widen.
All I know is that the sound he makes when his mouth hovers over me, when his chilled breath rushes across my skin and his hand grips my thigh as he buries his face there, is enough to make me shatter before he has even taken his first taste.
My body tightens. I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping his hair in one hand, my nails scraping against the stone with the other as his tongue slides against my heat. The growl that leaves him makes me shiver. He licks again and again, long, firm strokes of his tongue, and the way it mirrors the wolf is not lost on me.
“You can cry out now if you wish,” he says, his voice muffled. “No one will hear you up here.”
I bite down on my lip as his masterful tongue slides along me again.
“So now I have permission?” I manage. “What makes you think I even want to cry out?”
Then his tongue presses firmly against my clit, circling it, sucking, and my back arches off the stone as I moan, loud and brazen, into the night. Soon I am bucking against him,desperate for the contact of his mouth, for his tongue to work harder, deeper, faster. One of his hands reaches up to cup my breast, squeezing as his tongue works in deep, maddening laps that have my eyes watering, my voice breaking into helpless whimpers.
Then I feel a finger slide inside me. Then another while his tongue licks hard and fast.
Gods, help me. I was right. This male wants to devour me, bones and all, and I don’t care. Just let his tongue keep circling and licking and sucking. Let him push me to the edge, then send me crashing over it.
And he does.
The heat builds. The pressure swells. My back bows again, my fingers twisting tight in his hair as my orgasm shatters through me.
Luceran groans, gasping for breath. I hear him lick his lips, then he presses kisses along the inside of my thighs as he slides back up my body. I am slick with sweat, my chest heaving with breaths I can barely control.
“How did you do that?” I breathe.
“Which part?” he asks as he rolls onto his side, propping himself on one elbow, his finger trailing lazily between my breasts.
“All of it,” I say, my tongue sweeping over my lips. “I’ve never felt… that’s never…”
“Good,” he says quickly, his finger cutting through the sweat as it circles my navel. “Because I never want anyone but me to make you feel this way ever again, Neve.”
I smile through the haze. “Just Neve? Not Neve Devlin?”
He grins, shaking his head as his hand slides back up my body to cup my neck. “Just Neve.”
He pulls me into his arms and holds me close, our naked bodies seamless together, bare and honest in a way we could never be down there. It feels fragile. Temporary. An unwelcome reminder.
“Only a few days now,” I murmur. “Your castle is transformed. I’m sure it will impress Lord Rourke and Lady Marlayna.”
His brow furrows. “What do you care if they are impressed or not?”
