Page 33 of Rising Reign

“You promised me something.”

More golden sparks danced across Ender’s eyes. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Don’t I?” I challenged. One hand tangled deeper in his hair, pulling tighter as my other grazed the shaved side of his head with my nails.

He let out a low snarl. “You want to play?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

Ender moved so fast I didn’t have a chance to brace. He cupped me at the apex of my thighs, hauling me closer to him. My back arched, pressing me into him, seeking more contact and friction.

“My little kitten’s a greedy girl,” he all but purred as I ground against his hand.

My mouth fell open, heat building between my legs.

And then his fingers parted me.

I sucked in a breath as two slid inside. I steadied myself on Ender’s shoulder with one hand, my other still in his hair.

“Bend over,” Ender ordered. “Give me one of those pretty nipples. I’ve been dying to know what you taste like.”

My body obeyed before my mind had a chance to process the command. Maybe it was my wolf taking over, or maybe it was my nerve endings dying for more of Ender’s touch. I didn’t care. I simply wanted to give myself to whatever this was between us.

Ender’s lips closed around the bud, pulling it deep into his mouth. My back arched, and a moan slipped free. Ender’s tongue swirled around the hard peak, pulling it tauter as his fingers mirrored the motion inside me.

“Give me more,” he growled around my nipple. “Let me stretch you so you’re ready for me to truly take you. Soak my hand and come on my fingers.”

My body moved like an instrument, and he was the conductor. Building crescendos and easing decrescendos. Every time I got close, Ender sensed it and backed off.

It was my turn to let out a growl as the swirl of his fingers slowed. I gripped his hair tighter, pulling him back from my breast, my eyes flashing to wolf.

Ender let out a low chuckle. “Need something?”

“Yes,” I ground out.

“Tell me,” he challenged.

“Make me come.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “My fucking pleasure.”

Ender’s fingers swirled wider as they thrust in and out. The stretch was almost painful but not quite. My legs began to tremble, and my eyes fluttered closed.

“Don’t,” he snapped. “Eyes on me. I don’t want to lose a second of that turquoise. Need to see how they darken when you shatter.”

My walls fluttered around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me.

“That’s my girl, my vicious kitten. Show me how beautifully you come for me. Show me you’re ready to take me.”

His words sent me over the edge, the orgasm crashing into me. I struggled to stay on my feet as wave after wave hit me, struggled to keep my eyes on Ender, but his wonder held me captive. His reverence.

He led me through every last peak and valley until he pulled his fingers from me. Then he stood, forcing me back a step but never losing my eyes before licking his fingers clean. It was then that his eyes closed. “Everything I dreamed of.”

Ender’s eyes were pure gold when they reopened. Pure fire. Pure need. “Hands on the chair, Kitten.”

A shiver racked my body, but I was already moving, bending and gripping the chair resting against the tree.

I heard the sound of a zipper. Shuffling. Every part of me stood at attention.