Wraith #3
I shake my head.
Ivy’s expression softens, but the need doesn’t leave it. Her hips shift toward me, offering herself while I fight the urge to pull away.
“You didn’t hurt me last time,” she says.
I did.
Not badly.
Doesn’t matter.
My teeth are sharper now in my memory than they are in my mouth. Every point feels enormous. A row of knives waiting to catch soft skin if she moves at the wrong moment.
I sign with one hand, movements stiff.
You bled.
“Tiny scratches.”
Blood.
“It stopped right away.”
I shake my head again.
Ivy pushes herself up on her elbows, but Valek’s arm behind her keeps her supported. Her scent thickens with every movement. Every part of me is straining to do whatever the fuck she asks of me.
She’s wet enough that her slick glistens between her folds.
My cock pulses.
I look away.
Valek catches my gaze before I can retreat completely. His expression is calm, but his eyes have sharpened. "You’re staring at her like a starving wolf. Give her what she wants."
I could cut her.
“Then don’t let your teeth touch her.”
She might squirm.
"So I’ll hold her still," he purrs, taking her wrists in one hand, his fingers closing easily around them and pinning them in place. His other hand presses against her sternum, fingers spreading across her panting chest.
Ivy tests his grip with a small pull.
He holds her.
Her scent spikes.
“Like this,” Valek says quietly. "She won’t move unless I let her." He leans in close to her, lips curving. "Will you, little omega?"
I glance at his hand around her wrists, but he isn’t hurting her. His thumb rests over her pulse, monitoring it, and his grip stays controlled. Ivy’s fingers curl and uncurl above her head as she looks at me, breathless and wanting.
“I want this,” she says. “I want your tongue on me."
My tongue presses against the backs of my teeth.
Her gaze drops to them, and her hips roll once against the blankets before Valek’s free hand settles lower, across her stomach.
“Be still,” he murmurs. "Or your feral mate might slip."
Ivy’s breath shudders.
“Wraith,” she pleads. “Please.”
I move down her body, slowly, unsure.
My hands slide along the outsides of her thighs, feeling every tremor beneath my palms. She opens wider for me as I settle between her legs. My shoulders force her knees apart farther than they already are, but she gives me the space willingly, her heels digging into the bedding beside my ribs.
Her pussy is inches from my face.
Wet.
Flushed.
Her folds glisten in the lantern light, swollen from Valek’s fingers and her orgasm. Slick gathers at her entrance and trails lower, the scent enticing me, numbing out the fear crawling up my spine.
I breathe her in.
Warm honeysuckle.
Mine.
Ours.
My tongue pushes between my teeth, then retreats.
Too close.
If she jerks forward, my teeth will catch her. If I angle my head wrong, if my jaw closes, if the medication is still making my control unreliable—
Valek’s hand spreads more firmly across her lower stomach.
“I have her,” he says.
I glance up.
He’s watching me over the length of Ivy’s body, pale hair falling across his bruised face. His grip around her wrists remains steady.
“You won’t hurt her,” he says. “And if she moves, I’ll pull her back.”
Ivy gives a tiny, desperate nod, whimpering, squirming.
I lower my head.
The first touch is barely anything.
Just the tip of my tongue against the slick gathered at her entrance.
Ivy gasps and pulls against Valek’s grip. He holds her wrists above her head and tightens his arm around her middle before her hips can rise.
“Stay still,” he tells her.
“I-I'm trying...”
I drag my tongue upward.
Her folds part around it, hot and impossibly soft. Slick coats my tongue immediately, richer straight from her body than it was on Valek’s fingers.
My growl vibrates against her pussy.
Ivy cries out.
My hands clamp around her thighs, keeping them open, keeping her safe while I lick her again. Longer this time. From her dripping entrance to the swollen hood above her clit, my tongue flattening wide enough to cover her without bringing my teeth any closer.
Her body strains beneath Valek’s restraint.
“Fuck… Wraith—”
I freeze.
“Don’t stop,” she pants. “Please don’t stop.”
Valek nods and I bow my head again.
My tongue slides between her folds, lapping up the slick spilling from her.
I keep my jaws open and still, every muscle carefully locked except my tongue.
It curls into her entrance, pushes inside, then drags back out with more of her taste, her honeysuckle mingling with the copper from where my teeth have scraped against my flesh.
Ivy’s thighs shake in my hands. Valek pins her wrists harder when she bucks, his other palm pressing her hips into the blankets.
“I’ve got her,” he says.
I lick her again.
And again.
Each pass gets easier. I'm clumsy as fuck, but I find where touching her makes her squeak and squirm.
Her entire body arches against Valek’s hold.
“There,” she gasps. “Right fucking there.”
I press my tongue flat against her clit.
This time, I do make her scream.