“You really must like it?”
“Fuck yes,Ilike it.Ilove it,” he growled.Thenhe reached up and stroked my cheek.“ButIcan tell you’re shy.I’mguessing no one has ever tasted your soft little pussy before?”
“No, never.”Ishook my head.
He shook his head.
“UncleCarterwas a fool.IfIhad you for my wife,I’dhave my head buried between your legs twenty-four hours a day!”
“I…Iwant to let you do it,”Iadmitted.“Iwant to let you, er, taste me and make me come.ButKor, theUnbreakableLaws?—”
“Don’t say anything about eating pussy,” he finished for me, firmly.“They’reall about breeding and knotting—Ipromise you, we’re not doing that tonight.”
“Well…if you promise,”Isaid.
“I promise,” he repeated.“Nowwhy don’t you relax for me and let me taste your soft little pussy until you come for me, baby.Justrelax and let me take care of you.”
“All right,”Iwhispered.AndIrelaxed against the pillows and let my thighs drift apart.
It might be wrong to let him do this, butIno longer had the willpower to say no.Ijust wanted to feel him tasting me and making me come, to ease theHeatgrowing relentlessly between my thighs.
FORTY-TWO
KOR
I loved the way she opened for me so trustingly.Justlooking at her sweet, creamy little pussy and smelling her need in the air made my cock so hard it ached.Butthis wasn’t about me.
This was aboutVivienne…about the feverish flush on her skin, the desperate gleam in her eyes, the way her breasts had swelled and ached with nectar that was meant for a mate.
I’d taken care of that, sucking the sweet, thick liquid from her nipples until she’d sobbed with relief.Butthe relief had been temporary.TheHeathad just moved—sinking lower, turning her scent from sweet arousal into something wilder, hotter—a pheromone-laced perfume that was making my head spin and myBeastpace restlessly under my skin.
She was laid out on the bed now, trembling, her thighs parted.Herpussy was swollen, glistening with her own honey, the delicate pink folds flushed a deep rose.Shewas the most beautiful womanI’dever seen, and the most vulnerable.Iwanted to worship her—Iwanted todevourher.
The conflict was a storm inside me.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,”Imurmured, my voice rough with a hungerIwas fighting to keep leashed.Iknelt between her legs, my hands sliding up the soft skin of her inner thighs.
She shuddered at my touch.
“Please,Kor,” she begged softly.“Ifeel…I’msohotinside.”
“I know, baby,”Isaid soothingly.“Thiswill help,Ipromise.It’lltake the edge off, ease the fever.”
“It’s… it’s so much,” she whispered, her head thrashing on the pillow.“Itburns,Kor.”
“I know, baby.Iknow.Letme help.”
I bent forward, butIdidn’t go straight for her pussy.Instead,Iturned my head and rubbed my cheek against her soft, curly mound.
It was an instinct—pure and primal.Shewas mine—Iwanted toMarkher.Myskin tingled where it met hers, and a low, possessive growl vibrated in my chest beforeIcould stop it.
MATE, theBeastroared inside my skull, the force of it shocking me.
I stilled for a moment.Ithad never surfaced like this whenIwas with a woman before—never with this undeniable, singular focus.Thiswasn’t just lust—it was a claiming.MyBeastwanted to claim her here and now—to knot her and breed her and make her ours forever beyond the shadow of a doubt.
I pushed the impulse down, burying it under layers of control.Notnow,Itold both myself and myBeast.Thiswas for her.
“Just breathe,Vivienne,”Isaid, forcing my voice to stay gentle.“Justfeel.”
