Page 61 of Ravenous

I liked that coat. Return it directly.

King Thane

Craigdúr

While waiting for her reply, he’d prowled his rooms, replaying the fire in her eyes as she’d challenged him, her boldness like nectar for a male dying of thirst.

Just recalling her taunting grin made him hard. His tongue flicked in his mouth as he recalled that impudent nipple emerging between blond locks. He wanted to suckle her until she couldn’t stand it anymore and grazed him with a horn.

But more than physical need plagued him. The weight of the Skein pressed on his shoulders, the strain of a king whose queen stood vulnerable in hostile territory.

Lowell’s continued investigations with Meera had yielded little, save for one certainty: the coven despised Ditch and actively plotted against her.

Thane understood why. She was a menace. Had she truly murdered and cannibalized one of her own?

Unknown.

Would he accept her anyway?

Aye.Known.

She’d taken her sweet bloody time replying. Days passed before Jastorgh had dropped off a scroll. Alone, Thane had torn it open like prey.

Wolf,

The coat is mine. Once I claim territory, I never cede it back. Also, I inhale it when I masturbate. My compliments; your scent is aphrodisiacal.

Ditch

House of Witches, Skein Coven

The bold cursive had blurred before him, his mind and body gone aflame.

His mate touching her cunny…as she took in his scent…Frenzy.Pants shoved to his knees, he’d come with one stroke. Ropes of pearly semen had jetted to spatter the floor of his room.

Once he recovered enough to pen a response, he’d written:

Witch,

I should be wearing that coat whenever you pleasure yourself anywhere in its vicinity. Fair is fair, and my scent’s better in person.

A coat and your finger—or me and my tongue? You don’t strike me as the type to settle.

King Thane

After dispatching it with Jastorgh, he’d waited for her to respond. And waited. The winged Volar demon had arrived this very morning, looking dazed. Once he’d teleported away, Thane had cracked open the scarlet seal stamped with a leafless oak.

Wolf,

Who said anything about a finger? I have a flexible tail with a lusty mind of its own. Does your tongue have a mind of its own? Seems so. Speaking of scents…this parchment is absorbent.

Happy jacking!

D

She used her tail?Great gods.Some demons had tails so complex they could give a massage or inject a poison; she self-pleasured with hers.

He’d inhaled the page in a frothing lather. She’d laced it with her orgasm. Breathing her climax, fanging the paper, he’d torn his breeches down. Too late. He’d already been coming a flood in them.