was on mine in the same heartbeat and I groaned, a low earthy sound I'd never made before … but fuck ... I'd never been this turned on in my entire life. I needed him to touch me.
My body burned.
"Gods," I cried as I pulled back and his lips traced across my jaw, down the line of my throat, pressing to the tops of my breasts. "Jacob," I was all but sobbing at this point, not even caring. "I need—"
He slipped my harem top down, his tongue circling my nipples, teasing it until the already hard peaks were almost too sensitive to touch.
"What do you need, Princess?" he rumbled against my skin, and I gasped harder, throwing my head back into the wall. It didn't hurt, there was a thick curtain there, and I appreciated the support.
Jacob was unraveling me and I was about to fall apart.
"I need you to make me come," I said in a breathless rush. I was going to ask for what I wanted.
Jacob's laugh was low, tingling across sensitive flesh. "Thought you'd never fucking ask," he grumbled.
He dropped to his knees before me and I almost came right then because the sight of his gorgeous face staring up at me, the muscles in his forearms as he wrapped them around my ass, pulling me closer, and the pure desire drenching the air, was sensory overload.
"Hold on," he whispered, all wicked and sinful, and then his tongue was tracing across my thighs, one hand returning to shift my clothing so he could taste every part of me, while the other remained firmly around my body, massaging my ass.
Fucking hell.
Boy was multi-talented and I might not survive it.
His tongue caressed me through my underwear—no fucking idea where my pants went, but good riddance. When he landed on my clit, even through the material, I had to reach for some support or I was going to collapse on him. The arm around my ass now made sense; it was keeping me standing.
He was so strong that I couldn't move, and I’d normally freak about a restriction on me like that, but he had his head buried between my legs, and the last thing I wanted was to push him away.
He pulled my underwear aside, and in one long lick traced from the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top. One long stroke after another, licking and tasting me in a way that should be fucking illegal for how insane it made me feel. Like ... drugs? What the hell were women wasting their time on that for? They just needed a dude who knew how to use his tongue.
"Holy gods," I cried, both hands buried in his hair as I rocked against him, my body moving on its own volition as the swirls of pleasure in my center elevated to peak levels.
I fought against my impending orgasm, wanting more, wanting to experience this forever. I was practically sobbing at how good he made me feel. And that was the problem. It was too good, his tongue too perfect as it circled and slipped across my sensitive core. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs buckling as he caught me again, not releasing me in any way, his tongue moving faster until eventually he slowed, drawing out the last of my release.
My breathing was ragged, my heartbeat the same, my body mush as a tear slipped down my cheek.
That was how it was supposed to feel.
I finally understood.
23
Jacob Compass
Her taste. Fuck. Her taste was something that I’d never have the words to describe, but it was sweeter than anything I’d tasted before. Even Faerie food, which was heads and shoulder above Earth food. Justice was a league of her own, and I wondered why the hell I’d taken so long to taste her.
"Jake, my gods. You're going to kill me," she groaned. My gaze remained on her face, drinking in the pleasure there. The way she'd tensed up, throwing her head back as she moaned, was almost enough to have me reverting to my younger years, about to come in my pants.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy and a little unfocused, and I was still holding most of her weight, which gave me a weird sense of satisfaction. Taking care of my mate in that way … such a shifter and vampire mentality.
I'd been raised so solidly as a fey, and for the most part thought like one, but lately it