Page 154 of Given to the Black King

My hips move.

He feels the need before I can hide it.

“Cheating,” I say.

“You offered access.”

“To my feelings.”

“You had no separate terms for your cunt.”

The blunt word drops straight through me.

My body clenches.

His eyes close.

He felt that too.

“Say it again.”

His hand moves down my belly. The claws retract before his fingers part me.

“Your cunt is wet.”

One finger slides through me.

I bite his shoulder.

He groans. The sound enters me through the bond and vibrates beneath my own ribs.

His finger circles my clit slowly while the bond carries exactly what the touch does to me back into his body.

His cock jerks against my thigh.

“You feel it there?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Everything?”

“Too much.”

“Good.”

I close my hand around him.

The bond opens wider.

His pleasure flows through my palm and settles low in my own body. For one confused heartbeat I cannot tell whether I am stroking him or being stroked.

Torgan’s claws punch into the mattress beside my hip.

“Less,” he says.

I loosen my grip at once.

The need in the bond changes. Not withdrawal. Adjustment.