Page 135 of Inked in Bloom
I nod my head vigorously, pleasure building with each lap of his tongue, each pulse of his mouth on the mostaching part of me. My nails scrape the canvas as I cry out and convulse. Body quivering, I open my eyes and glance around us, catching my breath. The crowd is in a frenzy. Fisting themselves eagerly, grouping or pairing off to chase their release.
“I could eat you for hours,” Briar says. I glance over my shoulder at him wiping his chin with his thumb before licking me off it. His body is smeared with paint that’s come off mine.
“Not tonight.” I take some paint and squirt it onto the canvas, then spread my knees wider. I’m throbbing for him. “It’s time for you to claim your mate.”
He strokes himself, using his precum as lubrication. The vines that follow the veins mapping his shaft move with him. One hand wraps around my waist, the other nudges his purple tip at my pulsing center. “You want to take me all at once or inch by inch?”
“All at once,” I say without hesitation, arching deeper and angling myself better. “I’ve waited long en?—”
“Fuck.” It’s a breathless gasp at the perfect pinch of pain, clenching around his cock. He holds himself still, softly tracing his fingers through the paint smeared on my spine, giving me time to adjust to the depth and sheer size of him.
“Are you going to move or stay like that?”
Leaning over, he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Glad you’ve still got your snark, Dr. Tanner.”
“Always, Professor.” Pressing back into him in encouragement.
I don’t miss the tightness in his jaw. The slowness of his breathing.
He reverently retracts his hips, then plunges into me in one bold thrust. I clench around him, amused at the hiss he releases.
His hold tightens and he pushes into me, curling his hips in small, brutal pulses. Drawing back, he teases me with shallow thrusts until I’m wriggling to meet his hips.
When we claim each other, I want there to be nothing between us but the bond. I want us to give in and let go of the restraint we’ve both spent far too long crafting. “Let go with me.”
We move together, and once we’ve found that heady rhythm, he fucks me with a feral desire I didn’t know was possible. And when he snakes a hand beneath us, teasing my swollen clit until colors burst through my vision, I become mindless, letting my body take the lead.
I widen my knees and lean forward with my chest against the canvas, my nipples smearing the paint. He pistons into me like his sole purpose in life is to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. I close my eyes, taking all he gives.
It’s everything I asked for and so much more.
Fingers twine around my hair, and there’s a delicious zip of pain as I’m tugged to Briar’s chest.
“Open your eyes.” Each word is breathy, his hips snap loudly. I do as he asks, and my senses go on overload between his thrusts and the writhing Blooms around us. He runs his nose up my throat, and my neck tingles, desperate for his claim.
There’s a woman on all fours, her mouth wrapped around one Bloom while another slams into her from behind. Beside them, a woman rides another’s face. Emerald eyes catch mine, a woman fucking herself on an obscenely large dildo, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. A group of men stroke themselves around her. It spurs her on, but her eyes don’t drift to any of them. They are on me as she works herself harder, widening her legs so I can see every swollen,glistening inch of her. Ropes of cum crisscross her breasts and stomach.
“All that mess because of you,” Briar rasps, flicking my sensitive nipples. Each time it makes me clench around him, panting against his neck. I drag my teeth over the skin by his collarbone. Briar sucks in a breath, his cock jerking inside me. He grinds his jaw, desire building through the bond like a cresting wave. “Are you fighting the urge to bite me right now?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
In the span of seconds, he slides out of me and turns me to face him in his lap. “Then use your mate and take a fucking bite.”
Bite him.
His cock juts up between us, bulbs of precum beading from his swollen tip. It grazes my clit, and I tighten, desperate for him to be inside me. Lifting my hips up enough to wrap my hand around his shaft, I guide him inside me.
We rock with feverish need, pressure building with each rise and fall of my body against his. My tongue traces the flower at the peak of his shoulder, and the coil rooted in my pelvis springs forth. I cry out, teeth digging into his flesh. Blood coats my tongue.
Briar growls, and I open my eyes, worried I’ve hurt him.
My lips part in ecstasy, and his cock unleashes, painting my insides with warmth. He comes with the force of a hurricane, wild and reckless and unable to be controlled, and I let go again, another orgasm drawn from his satisfaction and feral joy.
When I lift my mouth from his shoulder, I lick my lips, savoring the sweet taste of my mate. Briar rests his forehead against mine and catches his breath.
My eyes drift to the teeth marks glistening on his shoulder, and I smirk. “Mine.”
He twitches inside me and nuzzles my nose. “Yours.”
