Page 67 of Ravenous
When his tongue parted the seam of her sex and his groan vibrated her pouting clit, she gave a cry, then managed to say, “How do you like the hell you’ve chosen?”
His eyes—fully blue now—lifted to hers, his mouth glazed with her arousal. “I like it,” he said, voice raw. “Because you’re about to join me there.”
His confidence unraveled her. He gave her clit a firm lick that put her on her toes. But she rocked down to find his strong tongue once more.Contact.Her head fell back, her throat working on a scream. She clasped his head and held him close, rolling her hips to meet his next flicking lick.
He lifted her into his palms, trapping her spread against the bars. Then his tongue delved, parting her, snaking deeper as if to claim her to her core. “I’ll put up with much for this.” His rumbling brogue vibrated her inside. “Demon-witch…with her sweet, sweet cunny.”
His kiss was hot and filthy, yet he kept gazing up at her with his brows drawn until she saw hints of the adoration and worship he’d mentioned.
And Ditch—who feared nothing, not gods nor fate nor death—feared thatthiscombination might slay her.
Chapter 27Thane
So much honey.She drenched his tongue, her taste launching him into a different plane of pleasure.
Lightheaded. Cock weeping in the night air. Beast in a lather to rise.
Like Thane, it wanted to claim its mate and take its long-awaited due. He sensed the beast’s bewilderment.Moon. Mate. Why am I no’ at the fore for this bounty?
Because tonight she was all Thane’s—and he had a plan. Somehow he would stick to it.
Somehow.
Even when pliant lips teased his mouth. Even when he nuzzled his face against her damp, blond curls. Even when his Instinct thundered one command: —Claim.—
Above him, her breasts jutted, perfect handfuls tipped by swollen, red nipples. Her eyes changed for the first time, the pale green gone demon black with desire. That look punched straight through him.
In a throaty voice, she said, “Don’t miss a drop, wolf.”
He growled his approval. “No’ planning to.” His own voice sounded disembodied, the moon heightening every sensation, stripping him to nerve and need.
Holding her easily aloft with one hand, he used the other to toy with those exquisite breasts, rolling and teasing until she arched and gasped.
“Hecate, yes!”
“When I claim you, I’ll fuck you so hard your fangs will rattle. These tits will bounce”—he gave them a light slap—“and you’ll beg for my next thrust, righthere.” He speared his tongue inside her core.
Her moan broke loose, her arousal dripping. “More!” She clutched the bars above his head, using them for leverage as she writhed in abandon.
He pushed a finger into her slippery tightness.Need inside this! Breed and seed her until she surrenders.When she undulated in his grip to rock on his finger, he gave her another.
Her body bucked. “Yes!”
Leisurely fingering her, he broke his kiss to say, “You will no’ be happy like this for long. You crave my cock, and we both know it.”
Her channel clenched in answer, her clitoris taut.About to go off!
My mate’s first pleasure with me.He neared the edge as well, thrusting against a godsdamned bar of his cage. Yet he stopped himself.Doona follow her. Else lose her to the night.
So he kept her teetering on the brink, taking her to the precipice, then pulling back to lick the slick running down her thighs.
Her control was in tatters, heart thundering. “I can’t hold on! This time. This time, Thane…”
Her pain was his own. His beast howled,Why deny her? Why deny us?“This time, witch. Come in my mouth,” he commanded with another thrust of his fingers and swipe of his tongue.Come, and destroy me.
Shuddering in his hold, she gave a pained cry to the sky. Her lips quivered against his as ecstasy racked her. “Ah, gods, yes!Yes!” Her pain turned to release, and she screamed as her tight pussy milked his fingers with each wave of it. The sound branded him.
Groaning for more, lapping up every drop of her orgasm, he annihilated her with his tongue, barely holding his seed. No battle had ever been so fraught or so close.
