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“Make me admit it. Make me admit that I liked it.”
Her small hand had already slipped beneath the loosened drawstring of my leathers, hot fingers curling around my cock with the easy possession of someone who believed it belonged to her. Then she touched her lips to the bottom edge of my ear and traced it with one feather-light lick.
“Little killer.” The words scraped out of me as my stomach clenched and a hard shiver dragged up my spine.
Outside the storeroom, the low thud of boots on flagstones echoed as a distant voice called out something muffled.
I heard none of it clearly. The stone bit into my knees where I knelt facing her, but even that pain barely reached me.
She was close enough that the folds of her white dress brushed my thighs, her chin lifting as she looked up at me.
Her tawny gaze held mine with a reckless challenge that made me want to shake her. And worship her in equal measure.
“You’re insane.” My jaw ticked.
The Goddess had truly laughed when she placed this woman in my path and called her mate.
I stared at where her hand wrapped around me, then at her face, struggling to make sense of the female kneeling sweetly between my knees after she had sunk her teeth into my flesh.
“One minute you’re trying to tear my cock to pieces. The next, you’re crawling back as though you haven’t spent every waking hour finding new ways to wreck me.”
I broke off as she pushed the waistband of my trousers down past my hips, the rough fabric scratching over my shaft before it sprang free, thick and proud, already moist at the tip from the burning need she’d stoked in me.
Her fingers squeezed, and I felt the first stroke begin in the slide of her palm.
Did she truly think I’d let her... She was... She was maddening.
My hand shot out, grabbing her wrist mid-motion, even as blood rushed behind my ears.
“No,” the word came out rougher than I intended as I stilled her. “You... you... No.”
Her brows rose as her chest went rigid before a fractured breath splintered loose. One. Then another.
Fuck. The rise and fall of her breasts beneath that damn white dress nearly undid me right there.
Then, her teeth caught the plush of her lower lip, pulling it between them until it blanched at the pressure, then flushed dark red and gleaming when she let it slip free.
“Please, Deyric.” Her voice warbled in a parody of innocence, soft, coaxing, and wrapped in honey. “I promise to behave.”
My grunt was pure disbelief. This fucking woman. She’d be the death of me. She—
She leaned down, and her tongue drew a long, glistening line from root to tip.
A raw, animal sound punched from my throat as my balls drew up in agony and my hips gave an involuntary, shallow pump as she savored each inch.
And the bastard in me wanted to grab a fistful of her hair and hold her there, to feel that shrewd mouth work its way over every ridge and vein until I was nothing but a shuddering, mindless mess.
But she stopped. Her lips hovered just shy of the crown, and I felt her lick, teasing the sensitive underside of my length—a soft, torturous swipe. My head swam, and the storeroom walls tilted as my blood flooded south at her touch.
Then she looked up. And wide, hungry eyes found mine, her pupils blown so large they nearly overwrote the gold. Holding my gaze, she parted her lips wider, taking me into her mouth, sucking me down in an unhurried, determined crawl.
But I was too much for her. I felt it in the way her throat seized, in the sudden, panicked flutter of her cheeks. She couldn’t take all of me, at least not easily. Not without a fight.
But she didn’t pull back. No. My mate would not easily relinquish what she had claimed.
Her fingers dug into my thighs, nails scoring the leather as she forced herself further, her jaw straining, each breath slipping through her nose in clipped, unsteady bursts.
“Look at you.” I made my voice steady as my hand moved, cupping her cheek, my thumb skimming along her flushed skin. “You take me so well, little killer.”
Her eyes rolled up to meet mine, glassy and dark, and everything I had held clenched inside me broke free in one terrifying surge.
Did she know what she did to me? Did she understand that this—her on her knees, choking on my cock, refusing to yield—was more dangerous than any curse she’d ever wielded?
Can you take all of me? The question burned in my mind. Can you take everything I am, everything I’ve never given anyone?
My finger traced the corner of her mouth, feeling the strained tension of her lips around my girth.
“What am I to do with you?” I rasped partially to myself. “You’re either going to destroy me or own me completely.”
The answer, I suspected, was both.
Water already leaked from her eyes, the corners sparkling in the dim light leaking in from under the hidden door, but she didn’t stop. Her jaw worked as choked grunts slipped adorably past her lips where saliva had started to drip from the edges of her mouth.
And I watched. Watched as my unwavering little lunatic went far past the point any respectable Ellyllon would go.
Watched as she forced my cock through the resistance in her throat, deeper and deeper, until her lips locked around my root and her nose brushed the coarse hair at the base of my stomach.
Great Goddess. How will I ever recover from this... this bliss, the thought flashed in my mind as my hands clenched at my sides, knuckles white.
Her lips were the kind of agony that split the earth beneath a man, hooked under his breastbone, and hauled him down until his lungs seized empty, and he went under, grateful to drown.
I wanted to thrust, to fucking move. But I couldn’t. I just stared down at her, watching her watch me, waiting to see what she’d do next, and how it would ruin me.
A soft vibration hummed through her throat, and she smiled—around my rigid thickness—a wicked, knowing curve of her lips.
Her mouth dragged over my throbbing length until only the tip remained nestled in that unbearable heat.
Her tongue circled the crown once, then again, lapping at the sensitive edge where the head flared.
And every lick, every stroke mapped its way across the burning nerves beneath my skin as my hips gave another involuntary jerk.
Biting down on a growl, my teeth ground together as that clever muscle traced a knowing path along my underside, and the soft sound of her mouth working filled the small space, punctuated only by my stuttering exhales and the distant calls of the world outside.
My head lolled to one side as a shudder wracked through me. This woman. My mate.
A breathy moan escaped her, and the vibration rang through my cock, pooling like molten lead in the pit of my stomach.
Shite.
She leaned back again, her lips caressing, then she paused, and the world stopped. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew on me in a swirling vacuum that claimed the very air from my lungs. My eyes squeezed shut.
Then—nothing.
“Emmaline?” I looked down on her through my lashes, trying not to groan at the sudden tightness in my balls.
She held herself still, her exhales fanning hot and uneven over my pulsing manhood.
”Hmmm?” Her tongue darted to the tip once, twice, licking at the slick bead of arousal gathered at the slit, tasting me with an appreciative murmur.
Then, she bent forward again and, with an almost tender kiss, smeared the remaining pre-cum across her lips in a glossy smear.
“Fuck—Emmaline—” The words clawed past my throat as she resumed eating my cock, each descent deeper, wetter, more consuming.
Her fingers splayed over my upper thighs, nails cutting pale half-moons into the skin over my pants as she steadied herself.
Then her throat relaxed, and I felt her take me further with each bob of her head.
And the sounds she made—Great Goddess—they were starved, obscene, and perfect as they filled the storeroom, threading through the frantic pound of my heart, each beat striking softly against those full lips coiled around me.
This fucking woman. She’d be the death of me. She’d—
My hand found the back of her head as I crushed the sound building in my chest and held it there. I was already too hard. A few more pulls of that eager mouth and I’d be done.
Fisting a handful of her auburn hair, I yanked her away.
“So greedy for my cock, are you, little killer?”
She came up gasping, teeth snapping inches from my manhood with feral fury.
“Fuck off.” She spat the words, but her eyes dropped to where I still twitched in the air between us, and her tongue swept over her lower lip.
A chuckle rumbled out of me, and I looked up at the shadowed ceiling, counting to three, then back down at her.
“You’re going to enjoy this next part.”
Her mouth fell open, probably to deliver another insult, but I was already moving.
I spun her on her knees, one hand in her hair, the other at her hip, and shoved those perfect breasts down to the cold stone floor.
Then, before she could get her hands under her, I hauled her ass up into the air, sending her skirts tumbling forward to bare the pale curve of her tender backside.
“Deyric!” she sputtered, twisting. “Lyra’s tits, I will kill you.”
My arms encircled her waist, and I bent over her, burying my nose into the base of her neck. I needed this woman with the blind, bodily desperation of a man held under deep water, every muscle convulsing toward the surface only to find her there.
Whoever said mates were a gift had never experienced such agony in longing.
The scent of her hair flooded my senses—honey and wood-smoke, the faint salt of her sweat, and spun through it all, that electric tang of a storm before the sky splits open.
Wild and inevitable, that ozone charge filled my lungs as my cock throbbed. Curling my nails into my bare palm, I held fast to the clean bite of pain as I fought not to spill across her pretty back.
“You won’t kill me,” I answered her murderous gaze, whispering against the delicate point of her ear. “At least not until after I fuck some sense into you.”