Page 69 of Ravenous
His throat worked on a thick swallow, and his brows drew together. “Must.”
“Your turn then,” she purred. “Let’s test that Lykae willpower.” She sank to her knees at the edge of the cage. The instant her face hovered before his meaty shaft, she realized she wasn’t nearly as spent as she’d claimed.
His glistening tip lit her up like a wick meeting a cauldron flame. The head was so engorged the slit had widened.
“You’re not the only one with ungodsly hungers, wolf king. I’ll consume you.” She licked her lips, and his gaze snapped to her pointed demon tongue.
A growl escaped him, primal and ready.
As if bespelled, he stepped closer, threading that massive length between the bars toward her mouth.
“It wants inside me,” she said almost with awe. “Any way it can.”
He nodded gravely.
She cupped his heavy balls, heat pulsing through her palm. They were big and damp with sweat. She tickled behind them with her black claws, murmuring, “So trusting. Though we both know I could geld you with a flick of my wrist.”
He clenched his jaw at that.
“These ache.” She drew in and traced her tongue along his sack.
His brawny chest hitched. “They do ache,” he ground out, “with no relief in sight. Play with my body all you like—short of a gelding—but I’ll still resist you.”
“What a matchup. My tongue versus your will.” Maybethiswas what she’d been missing with her other lovers.Thrilling tension.
As she slowly masturbated his length, she sucked one ball between her lips and moaned around it so he could feel the vibrations.
He groaned, “There’s my good lass.”
After repeating her kiss on the other one, she released him with apop. Then she simply gazed up at him through her lashes, mouth parted in invitation.Fill me.
He couldn’t deny her. He guided his shaft to her, pressing the damp head between her lips.
She suckled him, coaxing more saltiness from the font, her tongue gone slick with it.
His shaking hands closed over her head. Hips tilted, jaw slackened, expression lost. Yet somehow he remembered her pleasure. He pinched her achy horns like they were sensitive nipples, which they kind of were for her.
As she fondled his testicles, she sealed her lips around the crown and drew him in inch by inch.
“Gods almighty!” He quaked, his muscular legs juddering. “Everything I can do no’ to thrust!” His balls tightened, readying to spend, and her tongue detected the rising knot of semen in his shaft.
Ditch’s mouth really was undefeatable.
He might be determined, but he was a male through and through. And she controlled males. Always had—
He drew back from the suction of her kiss. “Canna. I want you back with me. Need that. You’ll be safe with me.”
What in the seven hells?She frowned at that knot of semen trapped by his own stubbornness, his shaft visibly throbbing under the pressure of his load. He wasresistingher? Impossible!
Her tail flicked as an idea sparked. “Very well. Deny yourself. But now you’ve whetted my appetite again. Let me kiss your cock while I finish myself.”
He hesitated. But then her tail curled down between her thighs to diddle her slick sex, which clearly interested himvery much. He absently gave his cock back to her mouth like a dazed offering.
His taste and responses had primed Ditch, her orgasm imminent. But she would focus on his. Her lubricated tail abandoned her pussy to curve around and snake up behind him. He was too lost to her suckling to notice.
“Close, witch.” He heaved breaths. “I crave flooding your pointed tongue with seed.”
She darted that tongue and sucked harder.
