Her flavor bursts across my palate—deep and earthy and sweet—and I lick her again, find the tight bud of her clit and tease little circles around it.
Seren, Goddess bless her, isn’t shy about demanding what she wants. With her hands steering my horns and her hips shifting against me, with all her gasps and moans, I learn how my witch likes her pleasure. I retract my claws so I can strokeone finger inside her, then two. I scrape my fangs lightly over her soaked flesh, catch her clit between my lips and suck.
Perhaps I should draw this out longer, savor her, tease her to the edge over and over before bringing her to her peak, but I find myself much too greedy for that.
I want to know what Seren tastes like when she comes against my mouth. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her I can.
Between us, her magick crests—ourmagick crests, impossible to tell where all those strands of power begin and end. She arches off the bed, releases her hands from my horns and tangles them into the sheets when it becomes to much for her.
And then she shatters.
Glorious, my witch. A miracle in her pleasure.
The tremors of her orgasm go on and on. I croon to her—little bits of praise and filth and nonsense—though I hardly know if the words make any sense at all.
When those tremors finally subside, she tries to tug me back to her, but I’m not finished.
I’m not anywhere near finished.
“Another, star,” I growl, already burying my mouth back between her thighs.
“Callum,” she groans, insistent as she tightens her grip on my horns. “I can’t. There’s no way I can—”
“You can—” I spear my tongue into her, draw it back over that sensitive spot on her front wall that makes another strangled cry rasp out of her. “—and you will.”
My witch surrenders. She melts into me, lets me take care of her, comes so beautifully with my tail pressed into her and my tongue on her clit.
Lifting myself up from my altar, still nowhere near satisfied with my worship—I’m already beginning to suspect a lifetime ofsupplication won’t be enough—I shift her further up on the bed and kneel between her spread thighs.
“One more,” I say, leaning down to kiss the protest from her lips. “One more for me, Seren.”
Her head lolls back onto the mattress, but she gasps out her answer. “I can do one more.”
“Yes, you can, my mate.”
Taking my cock in hand, I run it through her slick heat, coating myself in her arousal and my saliva. Over and over, I rock against her. Not inside her, not tonight, but the feel of her like this is exquisite.
“Callum,” Seren gasps again. “Fuck, that feels…”
“Feel good, star?”
“That’s not exactly the word I would use.”
“If you can use words at all, I don’t think I’m doing my job.”
She laughs, breathless, and the sound cuts off in a moan when my thumb finds her clit. I’m close, too close, and I absolutely won’t let myself fall without taking her with me.
Seren seems just as determined to claim her pleasure, and it sends a wave of fierce pride through me. I want her to demand, want her to claim, want her to always have what she needs from me and never shy away from this.
Strokes heavy, steady against her core, thumb circling against her clit, I watch in awe as that pleasure builds, breaks, and then I join her. Coming in hard, jerking spurts that land on her belly, her hip, the mound of her sex, I collapse into her with just enough foresight to brace an arm on the mattress to keep from crushing her completely.
We’re both sweat-slicked and breathing hard. The magick in the air around us is thick and heady and almost palpable.
I’ve never felt anything soright, like everything in my life was leading me here, right here with her.
Seren shifts beneath me, lets out an adorable little sigh. “Well, fuck.”
I chuckle, press lazy kisses against her collarbone, her throat, the curve of her jaw. “Wait here.”
