Page 11 of Sunsplitter

“Touch me,” she ordered.

“Impatient,” he growled.

He ran a claw down her navel, relishing her shudder. In two hundred and fifty years, Antal had fielded many partners. Some, he’d tangled with because he needed something, not an uncommon negotiation tactic among daeyari. Fewer, he’d tasted in these tender ways. He enjoyed the hard lines of his own species, the lithe predator muscle.

Fionamara was a different feast. Her human curves were rounder. Her skin, a rosier flush beneath his touch. He cupped a breast, soft and warm and full in his palm, drawing a hiss through her teeth as she pushed into his grip.

Her ass dug into his lap—deliberate.

“Wicked creature,” Antal growled, savoring the grind of her hips against his cock, distractingly hard in the tight confines of his pants.

He’d not succumb to her taunts so easily.

Another twist of his tail inside her, and Fionamara’s fingers threaded with his. She moaned, the most insistent she’d get without begging.

Antal wanted her to beg.

“Ask nicely,” he coaxed to her ear.

She tilted to look at him, lips parted as she panted, dark eyes lust-glazed. He’d be weak. He’d give her anything she wanted without hesitation—if she didn’t love the fight.

“Sazny,” she said.Please, in daeyari. “Kvaen yzri.”Touch me.

The breathy syllables unraveled Antal’s flimsy attempt at composure.

He circled a knuckle around her clit, his other hand holding her chest as she bucked. Then a firmer stroke, matched to the thrust of his tail. Fionamara buried her face in his neck. Her rainbow hair smelled like woodsmoke. The sound from her lips turned ragged, her movements desperate.

Until she came with a shout.

He brought her down slowly, firm strokes as she rocked against him, softer caresses as her shudders settled. His hunger, only building. Normally he’d take his time with her. He’d delight in drawing out her pleasure again, and again.

Not tonight. Antal’s own need was too desperate, this craving to lose himself in her warm oblivion. He gripped her waist, twisting to send her onto the bed.

Faster, she grabbed his antler.

The beast tackled Antal to his back, leaning over him with her knee pinning his thigh. Her cheeks were flushed, breaths haggard from what he’d done to her. Her dark eyes glinted, a warning not to resist.

Antal considered resisting anyway. He, too, liked the fight.

The thought vanished when she pressed soft lips to his chest. When she dragged her teeth down his abdomen. When sheunfastened his trousers, finally freeing his cock, painfully hard and in need of—

Antal groaned as she took him in her mouth. A different kind of oblivion. His eyes closed, claws digging furrows into the bed.

He remembered vividly the first time he’d felt a human’s mouth. The shock of it. The delight. A rare act among daeyari, tongues and tails less perilous tools than fangs. Human mouths were… different. The vice of her lips. The flat scrape of her teeth. That firm tongue, sucking him down as if she could devour him whole.

“Kasek aza,” Antal hissed. “Yzex’vu ik fys se yzri…”

Fionamara hummed in delight, her mouth too preoccupied to speak. She was greedy with her mouth. And with her hands, gripped around the base of his cock. Her hair draped as she worked, a vision of divinity, an achingly light brush of curls against his thighs. Antal wound his tail around her waist and submitted, trusting her to bring him to the end he craved.

It felt good, trusting her.

Merciless Void, he needed this. Heneededher to—

His release was all-consuming. Antal came in her perfect, vicious mouth, emptying himself with a snarl. Then a gasp. Then a shudder as his hips fell spent to the bed.

Fionamara collapsed beside him, armed with a triumphant grin, a devious lick cleaning her lips. She nestled into his chest, leg wrapped possessively around his waist.

Antal hugged her against him, nose nuzzled to her cheek as he panted.