“Please… please,Kor,Ineed…Ineed to come.It’stoo much,Ican’t…”
“You can,”Imurmured against her sensitive flesh, flicking my tongue over the tight little nub.“You’reso close, baby.Ican feel it.Letgo for me.Comeall over my face.Iwant to taste your honey gushing just for me.”
I could sense that she was close, butIknewIneeded to push her the rest of the way.WhileIsucked and licked her clit,Ibrought my hand down.Islid two fingers through her slickness, gathering her honey, and then pushed them inside her tight channel, filling her again.
Vivienne moaned and bucked again.Shewas so tight—so fuckingperfect.
I crooked my fingers, searching, and found that special spot deep inside her.
“There,”Igrowled in triumph against her clit.Ipressed firmly, making a “come here” motion with my fingers and that was all it took.
With a cry that sounded a lot like my name,Viviennefinally tilted over the edge.
Her thighs clamped around my head like a vise, trapping me in the hot, wet darkness of her pleasure.Icould barely breathe, butIdidn’t care—ifIhad to die, this was the way to go.
I kept licking and sucking—teasing her through it and drinking down every drop of her honey as her pussy spasmed rhythmically around my fingers.
She moaned my name like a prayer, over and over—a sobbing litany that was the most beautiful musicI’dever heard.God,Ifucking love making a woman come!Andit felt even more special withVivienne—better than it ever had before.Becauseshe was mine andIwas claiming her—whether she knew it or not.
I stayed there, buried between her thighs, until the last tremor subsided and her grip on my hair went slack.Herscent had changed again—the frantic edge ofHeatFeverreplaced by the deep, satisfied fragrance of release.
I slowly withdrew my fingers and lifted my head, my chin glistening with her honey.
She looked utterly boneless and flushed, her chest heaving.Hereyes fluttered open, hazy and sated.Shelooked completely beautiful, and the possessiveness that roared through me was so fierce it nearly forced a growl from my throat.Somehow,Imanaged to swallow it down.
“You feeling better, baby?”Iasked, hearing how deep my voice had gotten.MyBeastwas really close to the surface now.Witheffort,Ipushed him away.Ididn’t know why he was suddenly so active.Itfelt like the second altercationI’dhad withHarrisMurdochhad woken him up and now there was no putting him back in the box.
Anyway, the main thing wasVivienne.Icould tell that theHeathad been staved off…for now.
But asIlooked at her, at the blissful exhaustion on her face,Iknew theBeastinside me wasn't satisfied.Ithad gotten a taste…
But now it wanted the whole feast.
FORTY-THREE
VIVIENNE
The next week and a half flew by asKorandIestablished a happy little routine.Wewoke up together and, after lying in bed talking for a while, we went down to make breakfast.Ihad a service that could deliver groceries, so we didn’t have to go into town again for food—a factIgreatly appreciated sinceI’dhad enough ofBlackridgeto last me for some time.
After a gourmet breakfast, whichKorinsisted on cooking, we spent time wandering the garden and the grounds.WolvertonManorreally was set in a spot of pure natural beauty, and we took hikes in the surrounding hills and mountains, sometimes packing a lunch if we planned to be out all day.
In the evening, we spent time swimming or in the library.Korordered me an e-reader as a gift, andIwas happily reading my way through every genre of spicy romance that had been forbidden to me during my marriage.
Kor, on the other hand, was fascinated by the booksCarterhad collected—especially the history and genealogy of theJamisonline.Sowe spent time together reading, companiably close on the big leather couch in front of the fireplace.
I usually made dinner while dressed in one of my smaller, naughtier dresses whileKorwatched me.Havinghis eyes on me made me feel hot and wild and free.Ihad decided at that point not to care what thePackwould think of our activities.Aslong as we didn’t break theUnbreakableLaws, nobody needed to know what we did together to help satiate my ever-growingHeat.
After dinner we sometimes swam…or sometimes myHeatCyclewould peak, andIwould need him to suck my nipples and taste me again.AsmyHeatgrew, the nectar production increased, and we often had to stop whatever we were doing soKorcould help me.
I also foundIhad other cravings…whichIdidn’t knowIhad until one night in bed whenKorwas “helping himself” after tasting me and making me come again.
I loved to watch him stroke his long, thick cock—it was so much bigger than whatCarterhad used on me, butIdidn’t fear it at all.Infact,Ioften wishedIcould feel it inside me.Butwe both knew that would be breaking theUnbreakableLaws, so we didn’t even discuss it.
But on the day in question, when he was stroking his cock and just about to come,Ihad the sudden urge to take the broad head into my mouth.Ididn’t question the urge or even think about it—Ijust did it.Ileaned over and sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
“Baby, what…?”IheardKorgroan.“Youbetter pull off—I’mgoing to come!”
I didn’t stop—Ijust kept sucking.Amoment later, a hot, salty spurt of his cream hit the back of my throat.Iswallowed instinctively, knowing that this was the indefinable thingIhad been craving for several days.Ihad heard that sometimes aWerefemale in heat will crave male seed, butIhadn’t known it could ever happen to me.
