Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
EUN
I stripped down, a strange heat threading through the mortification and excitement that tangled in my chest. I wanted her, I needed her.
I had already bred her, taking her like she was my mate before we had committed to each other in the eyes of the law.
I was embarrassed I hadn't done this the right way in the right order.
She was vulnerable, dependent on me, and I had taken what I wanted from her without any thought of what would be right for her in the long run.
It was time to rectify that, to protect her with more than just my body.
That twisted hunger had never left me. It had only evolved, no longer a predator’s instinct to claim, but something darker, deeper. A need to devour her in a way that had nothing to do with teeth.
But I wasn't afraid of that feeling anymore.
I wasn't going to hurt her. I just needed to be inside of her.
I want her. I need her. She is mine.
It echoed through me in a chant I couldn’t silence, no matter how hard I tried.
I stood bare before her, my skin flushed with heat, my pulse thrumming beneath every inch of exposed flesh.
Her gaze traced down my body, slow and lingering.
I was already hard, my shaft stiff and rising with every breath she took.
I held myself still, every muscle drawn taut beneath her scrutiny, offering her not just a view, but a choice. All of me, laid bare.
She pointed at my shaft. “Can I touch this?”
She didn't need to ask. She hadn't asked the first time, and in comparison to that moment, the question sounded like starting over.
“Yes,” I growled out with my need for her.
I clicked my teeth together as if I could snap back the tone, but I couldn't.
She gave me a smile and a curious look before stepping towards me and lightly taking me in her hands. She didn’t squeeze this time; instead, she lifted me, looking at me like she was inspecting me. She ran her hands over the top of my ridges and murmured something in her own language.
She let go of my length and I clenched my fists to stop myself from reaching out to grab her hands and put them back on me.
I couldn't move. I couldn't let myself move.
Fuck I wanted her so bad.
I'd already had her so many times, and it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
She grabbed the bottom of the traditional wedding dress and pulled it up over her head, dropping it on the floor. I watched her reveal her body with rapt attention.
It was just as I remembered, with soft, pillowy curves that were utterly gorgeous. I wanted to touch her so badly it hurt. She had a tuft of fur between her legs. There was a whiff of something delicious smelling rising up from there, the scent of her arousal.
“May I touch?” I asked her the same question she asked me, following her lead as I pointed to the space between her legs.
We had done all this and more, but these small questions made it seem like the first time all over again. Instead of beastial need, instead of ravishing her over and over again, there were words that reached out past the physical reaction of our bodies to each other.
“Yes,” she replied.
I was on my knees in a flash, pressing my face into the fur to chase that erotic smell as my hands encircled her soft thighs. I looked up at her.
"May I lick?" I asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
I buried my face back in and flicked out my tongue, catching the intoxicating scent as taste, and she let out a small cry, her hands digging into my scalp.
That scent was everything.
I let out a groan and licked her again, my tongue going along the length of a slit she had hidden under her tuft of fur.
I slide my tongue back down the length of it, parting it, finding a small nub of flesh that I had found with one of my strands.
It felt different on my tongue, softer. I could feel it harden, thickening as blood filled it.
I rolled my tongue around, and her entire body shuddered, her fingers stretching into my scalp as she let out another cry.
I stopped, worried I'd hurt her.
She looked down at me with wild eyes.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped out.
I picked her up by her thighs and put her on the bed.
She fell backward as I parted her thighs, pressing my face along the inside of her flesh, feeling her heart beating wildly against my cheeks.
The hunger rose up in me. I could just bite down and…
I turned my attention back to the intoxicating smell, that delicious taste that only existed between the folds of her legs. I was not going to bite her.
I pressed my mouth against her, using my tongue to explore, to circle that nub and chase all the small sounds of delight it dragged out of her.
She was dripping wet, her opening oozing with need.
I lapped the liquid onto my tongue, spreading it over her small nub as I worked up and down the sides of it, paying attention to her every twitch and spasm, repeating motions that brought more of them to the surface.
Her hands pressed down on the back of my head as her cries became more intense, her hips bucking against me. I increased my motions, slowing down only when she dug her fingers into my hair and lifted my head.
“Eun,” she gasped out. “Fuck me. Please.”