Page 83 of Wolf of Ashes
There’s nothing I want to do more than to take his hard length into my mouth.
Closing the gap between us, but not enough for our bodies to collide, I drop to my knees. My hand doesn’t leave my clit, doesn’t stop moving even if I’m slowing myself down.
I want my message to be clear: This is about what I want.
I take my time reaching out to drag my fingertips across the muscles at the base of his stomach. Curl my fingers around his hip—not that they make it that far around. Let the tips of my claws extend and brush them ever so lightly across his skin as I return to his front. I only retract them at the last moment before my palm closes around his cock.
I watch him the whole time and there’s nothing but a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. Not a shred of fear even when my claws made an appearance.
Leaning forward, I run my tongue across his tip, surprised by how good he tastes. Slightly salty. Slightly sweet.
I plant my left hand against his stomach and take him into my mouth as far as I can, reveling in the sensation of his stomach muscles clenching beneath my palm.
Taking my time, I explore every inch of him, familiarizing myself with the strokes that make his breathing quicken or even out. His hand curls into my hair, his fingers gripping me, but he doesn’t try to control my movements.
I’m so busy testing his responses, bringing him close to the crash, that I don’t realize how near to orgasm my own body is.
The clench of my thighs warns me.
I’m right on the edge and I’m certain he is too, but I stop, my lips pausing on the tip of his cock, my left hand tightening around his hip, holding off the crash.
Silently telling him that this is mine.
I will give him release whenI’mready and when I choose to give it. Not because I need it.
His fist tightens in my hair and his breathing is beyond ragged. I sense his muscles clenching and understand the way he must be fighting the need to plunge himself into my mouth.
When I hesitate another beat, he lets out a groan, and the sound is a trigger for my body.
My finger slips across my clit and my orgasm breaks across me, my cries leaving my mouth even as I plunge my lips down his length, a final slide that makes him jerk against me.
“Fuck. Veda.” His muscles clench, his cock pulses, and I capture all of his length in my mouth.
His orgasm and mine extend through the moments, far longer than I expected. A complete release that ripples through me, making me shiver so hard that my hand around his hip becomes my anchor.
As the sensation eases, it leaves me with an intensely warm feeling throughout my entire body.
Diavolo’s dark eyes glitter down at me while I lean to the side to spit, letting the shower swill everything away before I rise to my feet.
I don’t bother hiding the satisfaction in my expression, but I make sure he’s watching me when I tip my head to the side, gather up my hair, and start braiding it again.
He gives a soft chuckle a second before he sweeps me off my feet and up into his arms, pulling my legs back around his hips.
It’s so quick that I don’t even have time to gasp.
With a wave of his hand, the faucet turns off and several towels float across the distance.
“Bed,” he says.
I arch my eyebrows at him. I slept all day and I’m not even a little bit sleepy. But I’m prepared to let him have this moment.
He carries me from the bathroom, wrapping a towel around me along the way.
The panthers raise their heads as we pass by, and I throw them a shrug. The males go back to their lounging, but Anarchy narrows her eyes at me.
Oh, don’t judge. I was in control the entire time. I’m letting him have this.
If only she could hear my thoughts.
