Page 55 of Bonded By Tea and Tarot

I swipe my tongue up her center, then hover it above her clit. I know she can feel me breathing on it, the damp heat of every exhale hitting right where she wants my touch, and she squirms in my hold.

“Aury!” she says, nearly screaming.

It’s a heady feeling, having such power over this magical creature. At the same time, I feel absolutely powerless. I’d do anything she wants, anything she asked, if it means having her like this.

“I’ve got you, Moonbeam,” I whisper.

Then I flatten my tongue and stroke it across her needy clit. She gasps, but I don’t give her a chance to breathe. I do it again, then again, faster and harder until I’m circling around it and her hips are undulating, and then she’s coming hard on my tongue. Her scent drowns me as she calls out my name in the most husky, sexy voice I’ve ever heard.

“Aury, oh Goddess, I’m—” she cries.

I stroke her through it, gentling my tongue when her pussy stops pulsing, and then pulling back when she twitches away from the stimulation.

She’s breathing hard and when her eyes crack open, she looks wrecked.

“That was,” she says between pants, “so fucking good.”

I gaze up her form, admiring how her chest rises and falls with each breath. The slight sheen of sweat covering her, and the way her body is languidly splayed out across my bed. Her eyes drift closed again, and I smile with satisfaction.

I crawl up her body, then tuck myself in next to her. Pulling the blankets over top of us, I tug her into my chest, spooning her from behind, and she snuggles back into me. Then she notices my hard cock.

“Do you—” she starts to say, a sleepy murmur as she turns her face up towards mine.

“No.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Go to sleep, Moonbeam. I’m perfectly content.”

“Okay,” she says with a yawn, her eyes already closed again. “If you’re sure.”

I nuzzle my nose into her hair, seeking the scent glands on her neck, then pull in a dizzying breath of her sweetened masala chai. I can’t stop smiling, and it truly is a contented smile. Having her in my arms, passed out from the orgasm I gave her, blissfully languid as we lie together in my bed. It’s everything I never let myself dream of these last two years.

My eyes drift closed with my heart now outside my body, wrapped in my arms and clutched to my chest.

“Mmm.”

A whimper wakes me. It’s pitch black out, and it takes my brain a moment to put together what’s happening. Siobhan is here, in my bed. And she’s whimpering, grinding against me while her fingers blindly tug at my boxers.

I grab her wrists, my brows furrowed as my half-asleep mind attempts to figure out what’s going on.

“Moonbeam?” My voice is scratchy from sleep.

“Need you,” she mumbles, then she omega whines.

I’m not an alpha, but it’s still a shot of adrenaline to my heart, which is suddenly pumping ferociously. Her wrists tug at my hands, trying to get loose, and I realize I’m sweating. She’s also sweating, and her skin is hot.

Far too hot.

“Shit, Siobhan?” I release one of her hands so I can swipe the hair from her face. But I can’t see in the dark. I fumble for the bedside lamp and click it on.

She whimpers again, flinching away from the light.

“Can you look at me? Are you in heat?” I cup her chin and attempt to get a look at her eyes.

She has them pinched closed, and she jerks her chin from my hold, then dives fully under the blanket. I’m about to go after her, when her mouth latches onto my bare chest. The breath stalls in my lungs at the sensation of her lips on me, her tongue laving my skin and mouth sucking a bruise into my pec.

“Fuck.” That feels way too good. “Baby,” I say, curving my body away from her and ducking beneath the blanket so I can attempt eye contact again. She blinks up at me, pouting. “When is your next heat due?”

She shrugs, and her eyes drop back down to my bare chest.

“This is important,” I say, tipping her chin up to face me again. She narrows her eyes, glaring. “Are you in heat?”