Page 84 of Lycan’s Hunt

“Hmm, you don’t want my calling,” he tells me just as his lip latches around my nipple. My back arches at the feel of his tongue and lips tugging and sucking. ”But you want my mouth.”

“Just shut up and move where I want you.” His lips slowly move lower and I know he is now teasing me.

His chuckle is low, a warm rumble against my skin. “And where might that be?” he purrs, fingers skimming along my thighs, just barely touching as he pushes my thighs apart and moves to settle between my legs. Yet he doesn’t move where I want him, instead his lips and teeth grazing the inside of my thigh. His touch isn’t enough and I squirm beneath him, a frustrated whimper escaping me before he presses his lips to my mound.

“Stop teasing,” I beg softly, and he makes a sound of deep satisfaction for having wrung such a plea from me.

I reach down to guide him, my hands tangling in his tousled hair. His hands move up and down along my sides, skin against skin, setting my nerve endings aflame. My body responds readily to his touch, his hands move up, caressing my thighs.

“Soren,” I whisper breathlessly. His teasing is blissfully distracting and yet still not where I need him most. His chuckles turn into a full-blown laugh at my pleading tone and that only incites him more.

“Patience,” he murmurs against my skin, the heat of his breath adding to the pool of want inside me. He raises his eyes to mine, and there they smolder, full of naked desire.

“Tease,” I accuse him and he nips at me once more for that. He chuckles, his warm breath causing a shiver to dance down my spine. I reach for him, but he catches my hands in one of his, pinning them just above my hip in his tight grip.

With a wicked glint in his eyes, he dips his head, his tongue swiping painfully slowly across my slit. The seconds stretch on into an eternity while I whimper with the delay of gratification as he takes his time, his tongue slowly parting my folds, sucking each one into his mouth before lazily moving his tongue around my clit.

His eyes lock on mine as he swipes his tongue across it before sucking it into his mouth. I gasp, arching into his mouth as a surge of heat and pleasure shoot through me.

His tongue moves slowly at first, then with increasing speed, working me into a frenzy. I can feel myself unraveling, the pleasure building inside me like a dam about to burst. His free hand finds one of my breasts, kneading lightly before he rolls the hardened nipple between his fingers.

The combination of his mouth on my clit and fingers on my breast proves too much. I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy only for him to slow down, making me growl, his fingers rolling my nipple, making me squirm at the sharp twist.

“You like that?”

“You know I do; then you stopped.”

“Hmm,” is his response, his grip on my wrists tightening.

He continues to work on me with an almost religious devotion until I’m teetering on the edge of climax. Some dark part of him seems to delight in holding me there, a hair’s breadth away from release.

“I hate you,” I growl when I can find words again, but they’re empty threats that fade into soft sighs.

“Liar.” His mouth and fingers send me spiraling higher. A guttural groan is my response as his fingers delve inside me to stroke that sweet spot. It’s too much but not enough. Every touch drags me further into this blissful torment. The world blurs as pleasure consumes me, all rational thought leaving my mind.

“Soren, I can’t… oh gods…” I stutter, white-hot pleasure lapping my senses. His other hand glides up my leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he lays a gentle kiss on my inner thigh.

“I’m going to cut that evil tongue out if you stop again.”

“Did it ever occur to you,” he murmurs against my skin, “that perhaps I enjoy teasing you?” There’s a mischievous note to his voice that begs for a slap. But I’m too far gone to provide it.

Instead, I buck against him, my hips begging for more friction, and he finally seems to get the message. His tongue returns to my slit, delving deeper this time while his fingers work to push me over the edge. My breath hitches in my throat as his fingers trace circles around my entrance.

“Please… Soren,” my voice coming out more desperate than I’d like. He chokes out a laugh, the sound muffled by my own flesh. It’s intense, it’s too much and yet nowhere near enough.

I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy when Soren finally grants me release. He looks up at me with those eyes full of raw hunger. And with a curl of his fingers and a tug on my clit, he sends me spiraling into a universe of immense pleasure that erupts from deep within.

The sounds I make are incoherent as emotions wash over me in an overpowering wave, leaving me breathless and teetering on the edge of losing myself completely. Soren doesn’t stop - his motions slow but don’t cease, drawing out my pleasure until it’s all I know.

My heart is racing, my skin burning as I come down from my high. Slowly, he lifts himself back up to hover above me. His face is flushed with triumph and satisfaction. But even in my hazy post-orgasmic bliss, I can see his eyes strained with something else: exhaustion.

“Now sleep,” he demands as he crawls back up to me. His body radiates warmth against my spent one and within moments, my eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion.

“Is this how you intend to make me sleep from now on?”

“It’s an idea,” Soren murmurs quietly against my hair, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. Overall, it appears Soren gets what he wants after all; as sleep drags me under. I feel safe wrapped in his warm arms, despite knowing soon I may need to face Rhett again. For now, that anxiety is forgotten as sleep takes me.