Dark Champion (Flirting with Monsters #4) - Eva Chase Page 0,31
his lips and spilled hot across my skin. “Just this once, I’ll happily submit to your command.”
Last time, he’d burned the clothes right off me. Or maybe I’d burned them off myself—it’d been kind of difficult to tell with all the flames dancing around. This time, maybe in recognition that I didn’t have an easy change of clothes waiting one room away, he yanked my shirt off the mortal way and tossed it aside instead. There might have been supernatural power in the speed with which he unlatched my bra, though.
A split-second later, he’d sucked my nipple between his teeth with a spike of bliss so sharp I gasped. I held onto his hair and tugged at his shirt with my other hand. His hellish light flared all across his body, and that piece of clothing disintegrated into ash. Along with every other piece of clothing he’d been wearing. Lucky me.
I traced my fingers over the taut muscles of his torso, and his devilish tail, newly freed, teased across my forearm. I couldn’t resist wrapping my fingers around its warmth, lithe length. It twitched against my palm, the tip tracing a giddy line along my thigh. Then Omen was tipping me down onto the tiled floor, wrenching the rest of my clothes off as we went.
It shouldn’t have been a comfortable surface to sprawl on. But before any chill from the smooth stone could penetrate my skin, a wash of Omen’s fire coursed around and beneath me. It cushioned me like the fieriest of duvets.
Omen’s mouth branded mine with even more heat, his body poised just above mine. “I will fuck you until you’re screaming with the pleasure of it,” he promised, so confidently I’d have soaked my panties if I were still wearing any. “But I’m going to take my time enjoying you so I can remember every bit. That first time was something of a blur—a blur of good things, but still.”
He grazed his fangs over my collarbone, and I inhaled with a pleased hum. “No arguments here.” But maybe one tiny speck of concern, now that we were taking our carnal collision a little more slowly.
As he teased those houndish teeth over my breast, I almost lost my words, but they tumbled out with my next hitch of breath. “We should probably make sure—I’d rather not end up with hell-puppies out of this.”
The shifter let out a snort that somehow managed to be as sexy as everything else about him and flicked my nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Not going to happen without the same shadowkind ceremony your mother used. And seeing as only three shadowkind have ever managed that in the history of existence, I think it’s doubtful I’ve undergone it unknowingly.”
That did sound like a fair assumption. Especially considering I suspected he’d sear right through anything resembling a condom, not that I had any lying around anyway, and I really didn’t want to put an end to this fucking before we’d even gotten started.
Omen caught my other nipple in his lips and dipped his hand between my thighs at the same time. The deeper jolt of pleasure wiped away anything else I might have said. I released a growl of my own, my hips arching to meet him. His fingers curled right inside me, hot as every other part of him and setting off fresh flames, but it wasn’t half as much as I was hungry for.
“I’m going to take you apart and put you back together again, and you’ll be begging for more,” Omen murmured. He eased lower down my body with a kiss to my belly.
The sound that slipped from my lips in response wasn’t particularly articulate, but I meant it to say something along the lines of, Sounds fantastic to me, get on with it! I didn’t need to express that sentiment any more clearly, though, because the next second the hellhound shifter had pressed that scorching mouth of his to my core.
Oh, let the angels sing. The force of his lips and the slick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure pulsing through me. All I could do was moan and gaze up at the vast ceiling overhead, the ecstasy building so fast I might as well have been soaring up to meet it.
But Omen made good on his promise to savor the moment. Every time I started soaring toward my release, he eased up just slightly, slowing the flicks of his tongue, teasing with his fingers rather than