I am going to consume her like a wild fire. She asked for my wildest. She will have it. And by the time I am done—she will never doubt who she belongs to again.
Dahlia
I am drowning again. Drowning in heat, in sensation, in him. His tongue is sin and fire, claiming every part of me. He feastson me like a starving creature, dragging pleasure from my body until I am shaking beneath him.
He laps at my pussy, my ass, my cheeks, devouring me. The building sensations are a direct counterpoint to the harsh earth digging into my hands and knees. My head and body are pinned, immobile.
His great tongue probes at my entrance, slipping inside of me. A cry rips from my throat as his mouth finds my core, licking, sucking, claiming. His tongue is impossibly long, hot, and thick, sliding inside me in deep, delving strokes.
I buck against him, my body writhing in his grasp, desperate for more, for everything, for him.
He gives me no reprieve. His fingers stroke over my clit, teasing, punishing, owning.
I sob his name, my body breaking apart beneath his mouth, drowning in pleasure. I whimper, pressing back, needing more—needing everything.
And then—he’s gone.
A broken sob escapes me at the devastating loss. I whimper, thrusting my hips back against empty air, desperate for his touch.
“Oh, please,” I beg, wanting the warm heat to return to my dripping core. “Please.”
A dark chuckle rumbles behind me.
“Please what?” he snarls.
“Please, do that again,” I whimper.
Eryon
She begs so prettily. I need to hear more of her cries, more of her need for me. I want to hear her choose me again, choose us, over and over. The need will never be sated.
“Do what?” I demand, barely able to form the words through the haze of lust boiling in my veins, the red threatening to consume my vision.
I see her warring with embarrassment, but her needs win out. “Please put your tongue inside me again.”
I need to fill every part of her, taste every inch of her decadent skin. Lay claim to all of her. Instead of returning my tongue to plunge into her sex, I explore the rest of her body tasting all of her, claiming all of her.
I map every texture, every soft hollow, every decadent curve until her taste is all I know. Until I’ve branded her into my tongue and my touch into her skin. I wait to meet her needs until she is a whimpering, quivering mass of desire under my touch.
A startled scream quickly morphs into a moan as I finally return to her core to drive my tongue deep inside of her, carefully sheathing my claws and moving a hand up to her entrance to fill her up completely.
When she begins to clench and pulse around my finger and tongue, I work another finger into her tight heat.
She lets out a hiss at the intrusion, but I know I need to prepare her to take me as much as I can. I revel in every moan, every whimper until I find the rhythm that makes her sing, touch the spots that make her ripple and clench around me.
I learn my mate inside and out. Pleasuring her is a gift, and it is one I look forward to perfecting. My tongue grows more insistent as her arousal drips from my hand. I pulse it deeper, finding the spot inside of her tight channel that makes her cry out.
When her hips thrust back into me, I work one more finger in, wringing a torrent of incomprehensible moans and cries that echo like music through the cavern.
My movements reach a fevered pitch along with her cries, my restraint hangs by a thread, but I want, no Ineed, to hear her consumed by pleasure. I rub small circles with my thumb over her sensitive bundle of nerves to push her over the edge and she falls like a landslide. Sublime, consuming, devastating.
My control frays, unspooling at the edges. I line up my throbbing erection, already dripping in anticipation, with her entrance. The moment stretches impossibly heavy in between the beats of my heart.
I coat myself in her arousal, hardening impossibly further at the shine that proves her choice. I want to hear her plead, hear her sob my name as I take her—but she is mine. And I will not simply take. I willclaim.
I sink my aching member just inside her welcoming, hot channel, and she clenches around me, already trying to pull me inside of her. But I wait for a heavy beat, living in the moment of anticipation. The last second of before, knowing every moment after this we will be mated.
The thought has me unable to hold back any longer, the beast within finally clawing its way through my resolve, punching my hips forward to lay claim. The first thrust is brutal, despite my preparations, stretching her around me, stealing the breath from both our lungs.
