Page 97 of When Roses Burn

Plus, I planned to destroy every last one of her kind. She may have emerged from her Needing as something different than the other casters, and there was no love between her and her mother. Still, I doubted she’d be so open to kissing me if she knew I planned to devastate them all in far worse ways than what Marina unleashed on Wildwood.

Despite all that, she was pliant as she melded against me, her warm lips familiar yet unfamiliar. It had been years since I kissed her, but I could never forget what she felt like… no matter how hard I tried.

However, there were differences now. She’d lost weight during her Needing, but her breasts were fuller, hips rounder, and the power emanating from her was more potent than when we were younger.

When her mouth opened, I teased her tongue until it entwined with mine in a passionate dance that electrified my skin and caused the beast to roar within me. For years, it was the one allowed to fuck, but I wouldn’t let it touch her, and it was not pleased.

She was mint and fire all rolled into one delicious taste and sensation. My cock strained against my pants. Rubbing against her didn’t ease the ache in it; only her tight, wet sheath enveloping it would do that.

She whimpered when I tugged her hair further back, giving me better access to her mouth as I slid my leg between her thighs. Her hands fell to my chest, and for a second, I thought she was going to push me away.

Instead, they slid upward, around my neck, and up to my hair. When we were younger, she’d entwine her fingers in my hair to tug at it as she drew me closer. Soon after I fled the harem, I cut it as short as it would go and had no intention of ever regrowing it.

When she recalled that one more thing from our past was gone, her hands slid away from my head and down to my nape. I pushed into her, rubbing my leg against her clit and eliciting a sound of pleasure from her that sent a firestorm of desire throughout my bloodstream.

I needed to be inside her and hearing the erotic sounds she made. Her fingers bit into my nape as she arched against me.

My hand skimmed down to settle over one of her breasts and rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger. Her hips jerked against me as she whimpered. Her nipple burned into my palm, begging for my mouth, and I wouldn’t deny it.

Releasing her mouth, I lowered my head to her breast and claimed her nipple through the thin material of her shirt. When I nipped it between my teeth, her head fell back as she pushed her breast more firmly into my mouth.

I nipped her again before shifting my attention to her other breast and sliding my hand down to her pants. When I reached the button, I undid it and dipped my hand inside, where I discovered, much to my delight, that she’d forgotten underwear along with her binding. I’d never been as grateful for this library as I was now.

My fingers slid through her wetness, spreading it further over her pussy before fingering her clit. She cried out when I caressed it before rubbing my finger in small circles around the hardened bud.

As her hips moved against me, I dipped a finger into her and groaned as her muscles contracted around it. She was so fucking wet and tight. Stretching her further, I slipped another finger inside and fucked her as her hips rolled.

In response, the beast sought to break free and claim her. For years, it had protected me while I was in the harem, and now it mistakenly believed she was its payment for years of service. It thought she belonged to it, but it had never been more wrong.

Grasping the edge of her pants, I shoved them down her hips and pushed lower as I went to my knees before her. I tugged one pant leg off before grasping her muscular calf and draping it over my shoulder.

Her legs were also different. She’d always been slender and shapely, but there was more muscle tone now than when she was younger.

I didn’t question where it came from as the scent of her pussy ensnared me. With her leg on my shoulder, her wetness was on full display, as was her clit.

Unable to resist, I ran my tongue over her and savored her delicious, honeyed taste. I’d believed I’d never experience her sweet ambrosia again, and now that I was, I couldn’t get enough of it.

I licked and teased, buried my face deeper, tongued her recesses, and nipped her clit while basking in her erotic cries. One of her hands fell to my shoulder as she stretched her other hand up and placed it against a shelf.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop.”

I had no intention of doing any such thing.

CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

Briar

This had all moved way too fast. My head spun, and I wasn’t sure how we’d gotten to this place where I was half naked, in a library, and being devoured against a shelf while begging for more, but I loved every second of it.

I hadn’t forgotten how good it felt to have Seth between my legs, but the memory was nothing compared to the man himself. I never wanted this to end as I gripped the shelf with one hand while the other bit into the thick muscles of his broad shoulder.

And when he finished, he’d take me. Not only would I not stop him, but I planned to fuck him until we were both too tired to move.

My orgasm built toward a crescendo as my hips thrust demandingly toward him. In response, he nipped my throbbing clit again before flicking his tongue against it. He stroked my pussy before dipping his finger inside.

I’d managed to withstand my Needing, but I couldn’t resist him as his tongue and hand pushed me over the edge. I cried out as crashing waves of ecstasy caused my back to bow, and my elation rebounded around the small room.

His hands grasped my hips, pulling me closer as he tasted my orgasm. His tongue replaced his finger as he devoured me in hungry licks that caused my orgasm to continue rolling through me.