“Lie back, siren.” His voice is deep and sexy as hell, but suddenly, I feel like it’s masked somehow, just like his face.
Oh God, I’m losing it with my panic.
It’s like he’s innately in tune with me, and he goes still after getting on his knees in front of the low sofa. “What’s wrong?”
“Your mask.”
His hands trail up my thighs, exposed by how my dress is sitting. “I’ll only lift it enough to expose my mouth.”
“Can I see your mouth?” I ask without thinking. But now that the question is out there, it’s all I can think about.
Are his lips thin or full? Is he clean-shaven or bearded?
He considers my request for what feels like an eternity, then nods. Slowly, he pushes the mask up, though it still covers everything except his neck and lower face.
His neck is corded and tattooed, and my core clenches. His jaw is strong and covered in scruff. Next, I stare at his mouth. His lips aren’t thin or full, but somewhere in between.
And all I can think about is having those lips on my skin.
“You ran the other night after seeing the tattoo on my back, didn’t you?” he asks in a deep, quiet voice.
One of the tattoos on his neck is a smaller version of the Havoc Guardians logo, and now I understand why his mask covers his throat.
“Yes,” I admit.
“You don’t have to be afraid, siren,” he says low and gruff. “I’ll never hurt you.”
It sounds like he quietly says, “Never again,” but before I can question if I heard him right, he drags his knuckle down the lace of my thong and presses into me.
“So fucking wet,” he growls, lower and deeper than I’ve heard before. Slowly, he pulls my panties off and down my legs, then spreads my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. “And all mine.”
My mouth falls open as his mouth finds my pussy.
Oh, sweet thundering hell.
My hips instinctively rise, pushing into his face.
“That’s it, siren,” he praises. “Fuck, you taste like sin.”
Then he devours me like the wolf, like the predator, he is.
All I can do is take it and writhe and moan. I’m not even watching the scene in the other room. Whenever I open my eyes, it’s to look down at him between my thighs. And seeing his tongue and wet, glistening lips when he raises his head is nearly my undoing.
But he isn’t letting me come. Each time I get close, he eases off, pulling me from the edge.
Sounds of my frustration fill the room after heonce againpulls me back from the brink of heaven.
His chuckle is deep. “Watch the couple in the other room.”
His voice sounds different, my lust-drunk brain finally registers, but he yanks on my thighs, so I’m no longer reclined against the back of the sofa, but lying along it.
“Watch them,” he orders again and repositions himself between my legs.
The couple in the room have…progressed. She’s still restrained, but she’s now facing the cross structure instead of having her back to it. The top portion of the cross is slightly bent backward, causing the woman to bend over slightly, with her ass pushed out. The man is on his knees with his face buried.
“What are they doing?” my wolf asks me as he begins to eat me again.
My cheeks heat from lust but also from shocked embarrassment as I realize what the man is doing when he spreads the woman’s ass cheeks apart and then buries his face again.
