Page 68 of Ravenous
When her screams faded and sensitivity jolted her lithe muscles with each hard lash of his tongue, she tried to break free, but he clamped her to his mouth, unyielding.
“No more, no more!” Her claws sharpened, digging into his scalp. “Let me go!” Those demonic eyes promised pain. How? She couldn’t use magic, so what would she do? He waited, ready.
Her tail rose behind her, sinuous and gleaming in the moonlight. He watched it arch like a serpent about to strike.
It coiled around his throat. He kept his gaze raised to hers, kept licking, even as her tail constricted, threatening to choke him.
He and the witch stared at each other, both wondering what her next move would be.
Her wetness returned in a rush. Pleasure bloomed again, granting him another course of his new favorite meal.
Suddenly, her tail relaxed until it lovingly curved around him, more embrace than threat. Her mouth slackened in shock at it, as if to say,You traitor!
Alone in her struggle—witch, demon, queen—she moaned and surrendered, the sound half fury, half submission.
Chapter 28Ditch
“I’m spent. Never again!” she gasped, voice worn thin from screaming. The Lykae had wrung climax after climax from her until she lost count.
When she finally slipped free of his grasp, her legs barely obeyed.
She hadn’t meant to lose control like some nymph in heat. Usually, she paced herself better. But under this wolf’s skillful kiss, her mind had gone white with one reckless mantra:Surrender. Just for tonight.
“Get back here, witch. I hunger still.” His tone was a rasping growl. “The interlude ends when I do. You spoke these words.”
“I can’t come anymore,” she protested, breathless. “You’ve broken me.”
His bulging muscles sheened with sweat in the moonlight. His cock bobbed, painting swaths of precum over his torso.
“Great Hecate,” she muttered, “I could get pregnant justlookingat that.”
He swept his burning gaze from her horns to her toes. Sounding delirious, he said, “Back your arse to the bars, and lift that tail o’ yours. I’ll breed you so well you’ll touch the moon itself.”
She glared. “I’m insulted that you haven’t spontaneously come. I’m irresistible in the worst of circumstances. And I’m your mate. You should be helpless in the face of my glory!”
“You assume I’m no’? Gods, witch, can you no’ tell how kissing you affects me? And I did lose my seed spontaneously when I opened your scented letter.”
“Then why not now?”
“Willpower.” He looked dangerous. “I’ll have more from you than one stolen night. You swore to stay with me till the interlude ended. Now it will continue indefinitely.”
“So that’s your plan. You sound sorational. Have I not tempted you beyondreason?”
“Your taste alone makes me fear for my sanity! But my need for you to come back to my castle with me—where I can keep you safe—overwhelms every other desire.”
“You think you can pleasure me again and again without coming?”
“Aye. And then at moonset, you’ll accompany me to Craigdúr. To my bed.”
“For how long?”
“Till you canna imagine life without my cock inside you.”
“Tricksy wolf.” Admiration laced her tone, despite her frustration with him. He should be a lock for her demonic sexuality, and he’d been touched by fate to prefer her above all others!
“No’ tricksy. Determined.”
“How determined?” she challenged. “Do you think you can resistmymouth?”
