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in his mouth, teasing and nipping. Vicki rewarded him by shifting restlessly under his touch. Soft and submissive upon waking.

He toyed with her other breast, alternating his tongue and fingers until she moaned in pleasure.

“Oh, God. Not a dream,” she said thickly and blinked at him. “What are you doing to me?”

“What do you think?” Dom trailed kisses down her abdomen and continued to her sweet sex. “So damn wet for me. I like that.” He licked her with a firm tongue, gratified by her muffled shout.

“Damn it, Dom.” She sounded angry, but the firm grip she had on his hair told him otherwise. Especially when she whispered his name like a plea for more.

He sucked on her clit, hungry and throbbing, aching to release. Dom knew if he came inside her pussy, Eric would tear him a new one. But there were other ways to play.

Chapter Fifteen

Vicki eased up on Dom’s hair and ran her fingers through it in a caress that made him shiver. Ravagers loved physical contact, and they especially loved being petted.

He groaned and sucked harder, thrusting a finger inside her tight sheath.

She cried out his name, so he added another finger, widening her. She’d need to adapt quickly to sate Prime, which made him wonder…

He withdrew his fingers, now slick with her cream, and rimmed her asshole with it.

She didn’t protest, but he felt her tense all the same.

“Never been taken here, eh?” he asked as he kissed the slick folds of her sex.

He didn’t push. There would be time enough for that later. Now he needed to come.

Dom kissed her once more then laid next to her. “Get up, on your hands and knees, and turn around.” A sixty-nine would satisfy them both.

“I think—”

“Don’t think. Just do,” he growled and yanked her on top of him. “I’m gonna come inside you one way or the other. That hot mouth or that tight, virgin ass? Your choice.”

Her eyes brightened with anger and more than a hint of lust. She wanted him, as badly as he wanted her. To punish him, she sealed their mouths together, aggressive as she dominated the kiss. The challenge wasn’t lost on Dom, and it only increased his need to handle her.

“You can’t do this to Prime,” he managed when she ran her mouth over his neck. She bit him hard and rubbed against his cock with a snaking insistence. He groaned and concentrated on not coming. “You little witch, turn around.”

He thrust his tongue in her mouth and delved between her legs with a seeking finger that found her clit and stayed there. She writhed against him, seeking ease from the same build-up growing inside him. The passion flared hot between them, a prelude to what she’d be like between him and his prime, finally filling that restlessness that had plagued Eric for too long.

Dom tore his mouth free. “Turn the fuck around.”

She didn’t argue, and in seconds he stared up at a wet, hot pussy. He drew her hips down and latched onto her clit at the same time she engulfed his cock.

Intense didn’t describe the feelings coursing through him. Excitement, a rising need, and an unfathomable tie to this human woman confounded his guer, even as it dared his warrior’s spirit to tangle with her.

Dom was aware of his growling, of her moans and gasps of pleasure. Only Vicki mattered now.

He thrust a finger inside her as he licked and sucked with desperation. Needing to consume her, he increased the pressure over her clit as the fire burning him from the inside out spiraled through his balls and upward.

She fondled his sac and stroked the base of his shaft as she devoured him. The heat was indescribable as he tensed and finally poured himself into her. With his teeth now fully lengthened, he scraped one across her clit and shot her into an orgasm as well.

How the vixen had outlasted him, he didn’t know, but he continued to come as she gulped him down in greedy swallows, stirred by her own powerful release.

When their shudders stopped, they let go of each other. Vicki turned around and straddled his waist. Her breasts heaved, and her tight nipples stood at attention, so flushed and pretty under his regard.

There’s no question. She’s the one. His guer settled as Vicki stroked him first with her gaze and then with her hands. The need to protect, to cherish, settled over him. Like most Ravager females needing to claim their males, Vicki’s guer had