It’s that last touch that undoes me.
Her skin against mine, the exquisite, wet heat of her, the sudden vision of what it would be like to have my knot in her, filling her, binding the two of us together in ecstasy—all of it is too much.
Pleasure races up my spine, coils low in my belly, explodes from my cock in long, jerking spasms that white out my vision and leave me boneless and shaking.
Seren keeps her mouth on me all the way through it, sucking at my tip, swallowing every drop I have to give her. With a breathless gasp and a satisfied smirk, she pulls off me when the tremors have subsided. The wicked glint in her eyes is enough to send one last spasm of pleasure through me, come leaking down over the crown of my cock.
She catches it with her tongue.
Something in me snaps. Something feral and ravenous, demanding, insatiable.
I pull her up to me, sprawl her out on top of me, but when I lean in to capture her mouth, she turns her head away.
“You sure you want to kiss me, given what we just—”
I devour the last part of her question, tongue delving deep, fangs pricking her lips, savoring the taste.
“You think I wouldn’t want to revel in it, star?” I ask, still half-kissing her. “You think I wouldn’t want to taste for myself how good we are together? How hard you made me come with that hot, delicious mouth of yours?”
A little shiver runs through her, and she devours me right back.
Fuck, it’s good.
I never knew I had a predilection for this particular act, but tasting myself on my mate is the most intoxicating, delicious indulgence. Salty and earthy and edged with the sharp metal blade of her magick, it stokes the flames in me higher.
Moving fast enough to draw another gasp from her, I flip our position so her back is on the mattress.
And then I take my sweet time looking.
From her swollen, delectable lips to the graceful sweep of her neck—skin so soft and perfect it makes my fangs ache—all the way down over the dip of her collarbone and lower.
“So pretty, star.”
Heat stains her cheeks, her neck, the swell of her breasts with their taut, rosy pink nipples.
Repaying the sensual torment she gave me earlier, I take just as much time mapping all the curves and hollows of her body. All the acres and acres of warm, soft flesh, the places where her pulse races fast and heady, all of her brimming with magick and the powerful scent of her arousal.
While I busy myself at her breasts—finding out just how she likes her nipples played with, which touches make her squirm, and where I can press my fangs into her to make her moan—I shift my tail up the inside of her thigh.
Just like this morning, she’s damp and hot and ready for me.
The slick, plump folds of her sex part easily around the thrust of my tail, and when I find her entrance she bucks against me, clutches at my horns, demands more without saying a word.
“What am I going to do with you?”
After a few quick blinks to make her eyes focus, she meets my gaze with a little furrow between her brows. “What do you mean?”
“What I mean—” My lips close around her nipple, drawing on her hard and releasing with a wet pop. “—is that I can’t ever imagine a time when I won’t want to be here—” Fangs, pressed into the sweet swell of her skin. “—just like this. With my mouth on you. How are we going to finish the fae queen’s hunt?”
She lets out a breathless giggle, and it might be the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “Maybe one of us will just have to find some self-control.”
“Impossible, star,” I murmur, and as much as I could stay here all night and keep feasting on her breasts, there’s something I want more.
With lips and tongue and teeth, I journey my way over the soft curve of her belly, the dip of her navel, the graceful arc of her hips before settling myself between her thighs. With hands that aren’t quite capable of being coordinated or gentle right now, I lift her thighs and settle them on my shoulders. My witch, like she can read my thoughts, grabs for my horns and cants her hips up, and just before I finally get my mouth on her, I glance up.
Goddess, she’s glorious. Laid out and flushed with anticipation. Her blond hair wild around her shoulders. Her green, green eyes glazed with pleasure. Her cunt, almost dripping with her arousal.
The first stroke of my tongue has her back bowing off the mattress, her hands tightening around my horns, a strangled groan breaking from her throat.
