Back. And forth.
This is so weird. And pervy. And I like it so much!
She squeezed her eyes closed, disturbed that she wasn’t more disturbed by this. She had a sinking suspicion: Thronos could do just about anything to her and she’d like it.
Because he was her mate? Was she fighting fate?
Sorceri don’t believe in fate!
Seeming to lose his inner battle, he gave a groan of frustration, releasing her wrists.
Her eyes flashed open when his palms landed on her shoulders. He was bleeding—from digging his claws into his hands? Hot crimson mixed with the cool water in streams.
If she’d thought something was wrong with her before, now she was convinced, because she found his searing blood on her skin arousing—as if he was marking her, like he’d done in that tunnel when he’d painted her lips.
And though his blood was washing away, she could swear she’d perceived the heat of it streaking across her aching br**sts and over her stiffened ni**les. Over her h*ps and ass. Between his blood and the weird talon caresses, she was shaking with need.
She sucked in a breath, holding herself motionless as his hands roamed, starting to descend. And all the while his talon petted her clitoris.
His transfixed gaze followed his hands. “None lovelier.” His tone was awed.
Why did it feel so unbelievably good with him? He seemed just as lost, overwhelmed by this pleasure, starved for it.
Because he had been. So how would he react the first time they had sex? If they did. How would that magnificent c*ck feel plunging inside her? Imagining it made her moan.
To her surprise, she felt a glimmer of welling power, then another. Sorcery began whirling within her, as if she’d been an empty vessel waiting to be filled. Her lips curled with delight.
Wait . . . had his hands just bypassed her chest? He molded them over her waist, then rested them on her hips. He drew his wing back from her sex, leaving her yearning for release. Pervy, girl.
Without warning, he pressed a muscled thigh between her legs. She couldn’t stifle a cry. Positioned like this, his rampant c*ck prodded against her, the bulbous head rubbing along her damp torso.
Taunting her.
She craved that thick length, craved all of his throbbing heat filling her. Of their own accord, her h*ps rocked in invitation as she slowly rode his leg.
“I feel your arousal, your wetness. I scent it.” Against her neck, he murmured, “Before this night is out, I want to know your taste, take it into me.”
“Oh! Ohhh. We can definitely work something out.”
“Ask your male to kiss you there. Though forbidden, I’d do it to you.” What wasn’t forbidden in his mind? “I’d do it till you came for me.”
I have to ask for it? With a mental shrug, she parted her lips . . . only to close them as doubts arose. What must he think of me now? As easy as he’d predicted?
Yet when he moved his thigh against her sex, those qualms faded into the ether.
At last, he covered her br**sts with his rough palms! He shuddered to feel her. She gave a low cry as her head lolled.
He took several breaths, nostrils flaring, as if he were just preventing himself from coming. With a growling sound, he began to knead her. “Tantalizing female.” Holding one breast poised—to receive his mouth?—he dipped his head. “Need to suckle you.”
She cried, “By all means!”
Lower, lower. She watched him lash a wet lick over one of her pebbled ni**les. “Yes, Thronos!” Dimly she realized, His tongue is pointed.
Wicked demon.
Groaning, he wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking it with greedy pulls.
She started panting. “You’re making me feel so good.” Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she held him close.