And when you’re in the throes of mind-blowing, chaotic, ravenous sex, but he kindly leaves that part out. The scar on my neck prickles at the memory of our last union, a wild night of passion that ended with his teeth in my flesh and two hearts broken.
I shouldn’t indulge Revyn’s fantasy. The press of his cock, swollen and heavy against my stomach, proves that this isn’t only about sating my curiosity. He’s always wanted me to bite him—nearly begged once, too, when we were at our closest.
I shouldn’t go through with it . . .
But I’ll do almost anything to get Alistair Dire out of my head.
Gently cupping Revyn’s jaw, I tilt his head even further. “Just a taste,” I warn him. “Don’t get any ideas.”
He chuckles, the sound warm and rich andgods, perfect. I’ve missed him more than I thought.
“I’m not a vampire, Sienna, and unless I’ve missed something since the moment we met, you aren’t either.” He takes a deep breath. “Bite me, beautiful.”
My fangs extend, and I pierce the skin as gently as I can. He groans, a shudder rolling through him, and relaxes his body over mine. I retract my fangs and lick the wound at first, tasting the barest bit of his blood, until my curiosity gets the better of me. Kissing Revyn’s neck, I press my tongue to the wound and allow my shifter senses to take over.
His blood tastes the same as his tongue: as vibrant as the summer sun and as wild as the salted earth. I’m not sure why I expected anything different. I pull away as the wound closes on its own once his healing takes effect. Rubbing my thumb over the spot, I marvel at the tiniest brush of a scar appearing half a shade lighter than the surrounding skin. If I weren’t staring, I doubt I would have noticed its arrival. “You don’t taste any different than usual,” I murmur, gently kissing the new scar.
Meaning that either Alistair has injected something I’m unfamiliar with into his bloodstream, or he simply tastes different than anything I’ve ever known. I can’t put my finger on what that difference is, and unfortunately, it’s going to bother me until I figure it out.
Revyn’s weight solidifies on top of me as his hands roam my waist, his knee rising into the cradle of my thighs. He presses his lips against his mark on my neck and shudders again, the tremble coursing violently through his body.
I run my hand over his peppered locks, brushing the hair off his forehead like I’ve done a thousand times. “Revyn?” He applies pressure to my pussy, angling his knee until it crushes my clit. The air punches past my lungs as an electric pulse of pleasure radiates from his touch.
“Sienna,” he rasps, scraping my neck with his beard. His teeth find my pulse point, and he bites down until a prick of pain makes me gasp. My nipples harden instantly, and warmth spreads through my body with each accelerated beat of my heart. “Let me taste you.”
This is a slippery slope we shouldn’t fucking entertain. Even allowing him in my bed in the first place was a mistake. I knew that, and I still let him stay.
I’m a wreck when it comes to men.
“We can’t make each other happy,” I whisper, the ache inside my chest turning into a chasm. “You know we?—”
“Shhh,” he breathes, covering my mouth. “Let me taste you,” he repeats, nudging my thighs wider apart. He kisses the hollow of my throat before descending, peppering kisses along my collarbone, over my breasts, teasing my nipples with his warm breath before he licks a wet stripe down my stomach. Once he’s eye-level with my hips, he glances up at me.
The raw desire in his gaze takes my breath away, but it’s the feral grin curving on his lips that makes my heart pound.
Pushing my thighs up, he massages my muscles before hooking my knees over his shoulders and dipping back onto the bed. His breath is warm between my thighs as he groans. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” A deep growl catches in his throat as he spreads my lips. “Didheget you this wet?”
My confusion is consumed by lust as Revyn drags his tongue along my slit. I gasp, my back arching. “W-what?”
“You heard me.” Revyn flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, sending sparks up my spine. “Did dreaming ofAlistair Diremake you this—” He groans. “You’re fucking soaked, baby.” The rumble of his voice catches me off guard, but it’s the sudden intrusion of his thick finger inside my pussy that breaks down what little resistance I have.
“Yes!” I gasp, hating myself for it. My face burns with resentment. “But it didn’t mean any?—”
“Hush.” The alpha command in his voice cracks against my skin, stiff from disuse but no less powerful. Revyn never claimed a pack after leaving his original one, but that doesn’t diminish the power pulsing through his veins. He’s every bit of an alpha as Alistair, and he’s using his power to make a point.
I’m just too far gone to understand what that point is.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out as the command holds. It’s rare for Revyn to use his power—rarer still for him to use it on me—but we’re as close to a pack as we can get with only two shifters. His alpha command keeps me silent.
He buries his tongue inside my pussy.
A silent scream sticks in my throat. My eyes slam shut as he drives his tongue in, then quickly replaces it with greedy fingers eager to explore. The wet suction from my pussy pulling him deeper makes my body burn even hotter. Every single one of Revyn’s groans and grunts, the scratch of his calloused hands on my smooth thighs, the dig of his nails on my ass, the biting pain as he nips and sucks my clit—all of it brings me to the highest peak of pleasure and tosses me over the edge.
I come so hard that I black out.
Revyn purrs against my pussy, lazily lapping the desire dripping down my thighs as he pumps two fingers inside me. “Gorgeous,” he rumbles, swiping his tongue over my swollen clit.I jump at the sudden burst of pleasure and dig my heels into his shoulder blades. He doesn’t stop fingering me, and my pussy flutters around him.
Shit, shit,shit.Now that he’s had a taste, he won’t want to stop—but neither do I.
