Bite of Winter (Fae's Captive #3) - Lily Archer Page 0,37

“Please, Leander.”

“I can never deny you, my queen. My heart.” He kisses me again, his fangs grazing my lips as he lies me down on my fur cloak. “But I cannot be gentle. Not with this claiming.” He swipes my hair from my neck and kisses along my throat. “I must mark you so that every male knows you belong to me, to the king of winter, to the one who will bring their death if they dare harm you.” He reaches down and hikes my dress up.

When his fingertips delve into my panties and stroke my sensitive spot, my back arches. “Wet for me, little one.” He kisses my chest, then moves down my body. With a yank, he rips my panties away. The low growl that rumbles through his chest sets me alight, and I moan when he presses my thighs apart with his big palms.

“Perfect.” He kisses me.

I jolt, but he holds my hips and presses his face against me. His tongue moves along my flesh, tasting every bit of me before swirling around my clit. I grip the silky fur as he delves lower and presses his tongue inside me.

“Leander!” I gasp and writhe, my core tightening with each move he makes.

He moves back up, his tongue committing delicious sins against me as I moan and clutch at his hair. This is what it means to be devoured. My breath hitches, and my hips lock, my legs spread wide. He laves me with the broad side of his tongue, then focuses on my clit again. I can’t stop the tension, the heat. I cry his name as I shatter under the stars and the snow. He growls against my skin as I fall again and again into the bliss he’s giving me. I pull his hair as my back arches again, my body under his command as he pulls aftershocks from me.

When he prowls back up my body, he licks his lips. “Your taste is honey on my tongue, little one.”

“Oh my god.” Greedy for more, I lift my hips to him.

He smirks, cold and feral but also scorching hot. “My mate must have what she wants.” He grips the front of my dress and with total ease, tears it down the middle.

Chest to chest, he takes my mouth again, sharing my taste with me as he cups a breast with one hand. His thumb rakes over my hard nipple, and I squirm under his touch. He does it again and again, sending shockwaves through me that all end between my thighs. I can feel how wet I am, but I’m too far gone to care.

He kisses to my neck, nibbling below my ear. I dig my nails into his shoulders, unable to keep my passion inside. He throws his head back and howls, and I lean up and bite his chest. With another growl, he grips my hair and holds me in place as he kisses to my breasts.

So much sensation rushes through me, and I wonder if I can survive this. When he claims one hard nipple in his mouth, I cry out. A deep purr rumbles through him as he licks and sucks each breast until I’m panting again, my body desperate for more. When he returns to my throat, heat coils inside me as his hard length presses against my thigh.

“I can wait no longer, my mate.” He sits back and reaches down to his pants.

“I want to do it.” I sit up and press kisses to his bare chest, the skin warm despite the maelstrom of ice swirling around us. My touches are tentative at first, but when I brush my tongue over his nipple, he grips my hair, pulling me closer and urging me on. I nip at his abs as I slide lower along his taut body. Gripping his pants, I tug at the leather tie. With confidence borne of sheer desire, I pull them down.

He takes my hand and guides it to him, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft as I stare at it. “The way you look at me, little one. I can feel what you want.”

He guides my hand up and down along the smooth, hard skin. A small bead of wetness appears on the tip, and I lean down, dabbing it with my tongue. His grip on my hair tightens as I give it another taste and run my tongue along his head. When his hips jerk forward, I feel powerful, in control, and