Words escaped me as I eagerly reached for the tie on my leathers.The desire smoldering in his stare caused my breath to hitch.
“No,” Daxton said, grasping my wrists, “allow me.” His fingers laced into the waistline of my pants and undergarments, pulling them down to my boots as he stripped me bare. “Fancy blade,” he added, carefully placing the alpha’s dagger on the ground.
“Later,” I whispered.
He nodded in response. On his knees, my mate relaxed backward onto his heels, his hard cock shooting upward as it pulsed between his thick thighs. His eyes slowly traced over me from head to toe as he began stroking himself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Much better than my dreams.”
“Are you trying to tease me?” I said, my eyes lowering to his cock.
“Possibly,” he said. “Or savoring the moment with you spread before me, dripping wet at the sight of me towering over you.”
“Dax, please,” I begged. “I need you.”
“Show me.” His hooded eyes darkened with a seductive glee.
I moved my hand between my thighs as I began touching myself, showing Daxton exactly where I wanted him, where I needed him most.
My mate stilled.
Every muscle in his body tensed as his eyes locked onto the movement of my fingers migrating across my clit.
“You want my cock or my tongue first, my queen?”
“Your tongue first. Then your cock,” I answered without hesitation.
“I love a female who knows exactly what she wants,” Daxton rasped as he migrated his lips down my trembling body, guiding my thighs open so he could settle between them.
“This,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice that made my heart race, “is alsomine.”
His tongue swirled in mind-blowing circles across my clit, followed by his mouth greedily coveting my apex as he began to devour me.
“I’m starving,” he said between breaths, “and your pussy is the only thing that will satisfy my hunger, Spitfire.”
“Oh Gods!” I moaned loudly, arching my back.
Reaching down, I threaded my fingers into Daxton’s hair, rolling my hips and putting his talented mouth to use, no longer embarrassed to take every second of pleasure he was eager to give me.
“Don’t hold back,” Daxton purred.
“Then… don’t— Don’t stop,” I rasped as my mate’s deep chuckle vibrated along my thighs and across my clit.
His fingers graciously joined his mouth, and I almost blacked out from the euphoric rush of pleasure spiraling through my core. The additional touch sent me over the edge, my inner walls clenching as my back arched and I reached my climax.
“Daxton,” I cried out, my body quivering.
Daxton rose up, brushing his fingers across his lips, savoring the taste of my release. “You’re even sweeter than I remember.”
“Better than a dream?” I teased.
“No comparison,” he said, moving over me once more. “I know this is real.”
“We’re not done yet.”
“Far from it,” he said in a low growl as he kissed me.
Chapter Forty-Seven
