Chapter 27 Thane
Thane
So much honey. She drenched his tongue, her taste launching him into a different plane of pleasure.
Lightheaded. Cock weeping in the night air. Beast in a lather to rise.
Like Thane, it wanted to claim its mate and take its long-awaited due. He sensed the beast’s bewilderment. Moon. Mate. Why am I no’ at the fore for this bounty?
Because tonight she was all Thane’s—and he had a plan. Somehow he would stick to it.
Somehow.
Even when pliant lips teased his mouth. Even when he nuzzled his face against her damp, blond curls. Even when his Instinct thundered one command: —Claim.—
Above him, her breasts jutted, perfect handfuls tipped by swollen, red nipples. Her eyes changed for the first time, the pale green gone demon black with desire. That look punched straight through him.
In a throaty voice, she said, “Don’t miss a drop, wolf.”
He growled his approval. “No’ planning to.” His own voice sounded disembodied, the moon heightening every sensation, stripping him to nerve and need.
Holding her easily aloft with one hand, he used the other to toy with those exquisite breasts, rolling and teasing until she arched and gasped.
“Hecate, yes!”
“When I claim you, I’ll fuck you so hard your fangs will rattle. These tits will bounce”—he gave them a light slap—“and you’ll beg for my next thrust, right here.” He speared his tongue inside her core.
Her moan broke loose, her arousal dripping. “More!” She clutched the bars above his head, using them for leverage as she writhed in abandon.
He pushed a finger into her slippery tightness. Need inside this! Breed and seed her until she surrenders. When she undulated in his grip to rock on his finger, he gave her another.
Her body bucked. “Yes!”
Leisurely fingering her, he broke his kiss to say, “You will no’ be happy like this for long. You crave my cock, and we both know it.”
Her channel clenched in answer, her clitoris taut. About to go off!
My mate’s first pleasure with me. He neared the edge as well, thrusting against a godsdamned bar of his cage. Yet he stopped himself. Doona follow her. Else lose her to the night.
So he kept her teetering on the brink, taking her to the precipice, then pulling back to lick the slick running down her thighs.
Her control was in tatters, heart thundering. “I can’t hold on! This time. This time, Thane…”
Her pain was his own. His beast howled, Why deny her? Why deny us? “This time, witch. Come in my mouth,” he commanded with another thrust of his fingers and swipe of his tongue. Come, and destroy me.
Shuddering in his hold, she gave a pained cry to the sky. Her lips quivered against his as ecstasy racked her. “Ah, gods, yes! Yes!” Her pain turned to release, and she screamed as her tight pussy milked his fingers with each wave of it. The sound branded him.
Groaning for more, lapping up every drop of her orgasm, he annihilated her with his tongue, barely holding his seed. No battle had ever been so fraught or so close.
When her screams faded and sensitivity jolted her lithe muscles with each hard lash of his tongue, she tried to break free, but he clamped her to his mouth, unyielding.
“No more, no more!” Her claws sharpened, digging into his scalp. “Let me go!” Those demonic eyes promised pain. How? She couldn’t use magic, so what would she do? He waited, ready.
Her tail rose behind her, sinuous and gleaming in the moonlight. He watched it arch like a serpent about to strike.
It coiled around his throat. He kept his gaze raised to hers, kept licking, even as her tail constricted, threatening to choke him.
He and the witch stared at each other, both wondering what her next move would be.
Her wetness returned in a rush. Pleasure bloomed again, granting him another course of his new favorite meal.
Suddenly, her tail relaxed until it lovingly curved around him, more embrace than threat. Her mouth slackened in shock at it, as if to say, You traitor!
Alone in her struggle—witch, demon, queen—she moaned and surrendered, the sound half fury, half submission.