Chapter 15 #2
His tongue curled around the tight bud of flesh, and I arched into him so he could take more of me.
He did and, gods, his mouth on me felt so freaking good.
I watched, transfixed in the way he sucked, then slowly began to move across to my other breast, placing one kiss after another in the path that led him there. He sucked the awaiting nipple, making sure it got the same attention.
Merciless gods, I was going to lose my mind.
“Oh gods…” I sounded utterly breathless, like I was the one who’d finished off the Skinwearers.
Wolfe sucked deeper, then ran the tip of his tongue down the skin that led straight to my core. And down he went, kneeling before cupping the smooth mound of my sex.
With his tongue, he parted my flesh, and my head rolled back mindlessly
“My favorite part of your gorgeous body,” he husked, flicking the tip of his tongue over my folds.
“Holy hells.” I pressed my hands flat against the wall. “That feels amazing!”
“There’s more where that came from. Spread your legs wide for me, Ziyka.”
His eyes drank me in, watching me move my legs apart. As soon as I did, he dove between them and began eating me out like he was starving and could never be satisfied.
And me…
Blessed Mother.
I couldn’t breathe.
Groaning deep, he dove his tongue between my already wet folds, in and out and around and around, making me unravel.
He’d been gentle at first, sensual and almost reverent, then his pace quickened and he demanded all of me.
His suckle became vicious against my clit.
Waves of pleasure rolled through me, touching every cell in my body. My pulse throbbed hard and fast as he continued licking and sucking at my core.
Any minute now, I was going to pass out.
“Stay with me,” he said, but I heard the words in my mind. His voice.
He paused his wild suckle a moment to look at me.
I forced myself to focus beyond the ecstasy taking over my body.
I’d heard him in my head and felt him. Arielle had told me the bond was different for every mated couple, but when they were close, they could usually hear whatever the other chose to share.
It wasn't true telepathy—he couldn't hear every passing thought the way the dragons could.
But strong emotions, urgent intentions, and the things we wanted each other to know often slipped through whether we meant them to or not.
“Do not pass out on me, Ziyka. I’ve waited too long for you.”
“Then I’ll stay.” I thought back, smiling.
“Good girl.” He flashed me a cocky grin filled with menace and mayhem, then tightened his grip on my thighs and resumed his suckle, sending a storm of hot pleasure raging beneath my skin.
I moaned out loud as a merciless orgasm gripped me and I came.
He held me down, pinning me to the wall as I cried out. Then he drank my arousal as it flowed into his mouth.
“Fucking perfect,” he growled out loud, lapping it all up.
He didn’t stop until he was done and there was nothing left but me moaning for more. Then he pushed to his feet and dragged off his pants.
It was my turn to be greedy. When his cock sprang free and I saw how big and hard he was, I wanted him so badly my mouth began to water.
Wolfe reached for my hand and placed it around his shaft. “See what you do to me.”
He kept his unwavering gaze on me, moving my hand up and down to stroke him. His cock hardened and a bead of pre-cum seeped out from the swollen head.
“I need you now, Ziyka,” he groaned out.
Slipping his arm around me, he pulled me close and lifted my leg to hook it around his waist.
Our eyes locked as he guided his cock to my entrance and worked the head into me.
My breath cut short, then my mind went completely blank when he slammed into me, hitting my G-spot.
Fuck. I was going to come again. Soon.
He eased out of me slowly, only to push back in even deeper.
“Mine,” Wolfe rumbled. “My wife, my mate, my life.”
I grabbed his shoulders gasping. His emotions flowed into my blood, potent as a drug.
A spike of delirium crashed through me, and I rode out the delicious friction spiraling through my soul. Then he began to pump into me, fucking me slowly, then fucking me fast.
Our sweat-slicked bodies fused together, bonded in the moment. Nothing felt as good as this.
Nothing felt as good as him.
My husband.
Wolfe held me tighter and closer, pounding into me until I came again. Then he growled out loud as he reached his climax, too.
His wings erupted, vast and vibrant, dancing between shadow and smoke. Breathing hard, he wrapped them around me, cradling my body as I trembled from the potent pleasure he’d given me.
Wolfe pressed his head to mine, and I could feel the swirl of his emotions sparkling within me like stars.
He held me there, and we clung to each other sharing a moment that almost never was.
Today was the day.
The day when he was supposed to be taken away from me.
I pressed my hand to his heart and rested my head on his chest. A tear slid down my cheek. I couldn’t stop it.
“I’m here, Ziyka,” he whispered against my hair. “I’m here. Here with you.”
I looked up at him. “You almost—”
“Shhh.” He shook his head. “No. Let’s not speak of it. Or think it. I’m here and you’re here. Just kiss me.”
A smile slid across my lips, and I stood on the tips of my toes and kissed him.
The kiss he returned told me he wasn’t done with me yet.
I was perfectly fine with that.
And in no hurry to leave.