He just... stops. His claws are clamped on my hips, the tips sunk into the fabric, his entire body locked rigid between my thighs. His chest heaves. The starfield is spreading across his chest and firing in erratic, chaotic bursts of white light and black, like something inside him is short-circuiting.
I don’t think... I don’t think he knows what to do next.
“Hey,” I whisper. I slide my palms up his bare chest, over the burning, shifting landscape of his starfield skin, and press them flat against the place where his heart is trying to beat its way out of his ribcage. “Hey. I’m right here.”
His golden eyes snap to mine. The pupils are so wide the amber is nearly gone.
I drag my nails lightly down the center of his chest and his eyes flicker, the amber blooming before going out entirely.
The sound that comes out of him is one I will hear in my sleep for the rest of my life. Low, guttural, ripped straight from the bottom of his lungs. His hands wrench my hips forward to the edge of the stone ledge and he drops to his knees between my legs so hard that the impact shakes the rock floor beneath him.
His hands shift down, wrapping around my upper thighs as he leans in. I’m not sure what he’s about to do till a deep vibration rumbles in his chest and he buries his face directly against the center of my pants and inhales.
His whole body shudders.
A snarl rips out of his chest, buzzing right against my nerve endings. His fangs catch the seam of my pants and I feel the fabric start to give.
“Wait, wait,” I gasp, shoving at his forehead. “I can take them off. I only haveone pair.”
He doesn’t move. His dark eyes flick up to mine from between my thighs, uncomprehending, his fangs still hooked into the fabric.
I yank the button at my waist loose and shove both my pants and underwear down my hips. He jerks the tangle of fabric the rest of the way off with one impatient swipe of his massive hand, tossing it into the dark behind him.
The freezing air hits my bare skin for half a second.
Then his mouth replaces it.
His tongue is nothing I have a reference for. Hot. Rough. Long and flat andlarge. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He doesn’t need to. His mouth finds my centre and he just...licks into me.
My head slams backward into the rock.
“God.”
He makes a choked, deep moan against me, and the vibration of it lights up every nerve ending I have. His hands are gripping my thighs so hard I’ll have bruises shaped like his fingers for a week. Under my palms, the tight, roped muscles of his shoulders are shaking, his whole frame trembling as he rumbles against me and licks again.
“Oh!” I fist both hands into his hair and drag him harder against me.
He groans. The raw, shattered sound of it reverberates straight up through my core.
My brain whites out. My hips buck against his mouth and he snarls, clamping my thighs down, pinning me to the stone with the full strength of his arms while the heat of his tongue drags directly against my center.
It’s too much. The sensation is drowning out the panic I’ve been running on all day. I try to drag myself backward on the freezing stone, my hands shoving weakly at his shoulders just to catch a breath.
He doesn’t let me.
His claws tighten into my thighs. With one hard pull, he drags my hips right back down flush against his face. A deep rumble vibrates straight into my core as he ignores my attempt to escape. The thick stroke of his tongue turns ruthless.
The tension strings so tight inside my chest I can’t even draw air into my lungs.
I come so hard my vision actually goes black. My spine arches off the stone as his name tears out of my throat, echoing off the narrow tunnel walls.
Kol rumbles again. He stays clamped exactly where he is, his arms locking my thrashing hips down, his mouth riding out every spasm until my muscles give out and I collapse backward against the rock.
He doesn’t pull away.
His mouth stays pressed against me, his breathing ragged and deep, his shoulders still trembling. A low, rumbling sound vibrates out of his chest. Purring.
He’s purring.
