Chapter 42
FORTY-TWO
KOR
I loved the way she opened for me so trustingly. Just looking at her sweet, creamy little pussy and smelling her need in the air made my cock so hard it ached. But this wasn’t about me.
This was about Vivienne…about the feverish flush on her skin, the desperate gleam in her eyes, the way her breasts had swelled and ached with nectar that was meant for a mate.
I’d taken care of that, sucking the sweet, thick liquid from her nipples until she’d sobbed with relief.
But the relief had been temporary. The Heat had just moved—sinking lower, turning her scent from sweet arousal into something wilder, hotter—a pheromone-laced perfume that was making my head spin and my Beast pace restlessly under my skin.
She was laid out on the bed now, trembling, her thighs parted. Her pussy was swollen, glistening with her own honey, the delicate pink folds flushed a deep rose. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and the most vulnerable. I wanted to worship her—I wanted to devour her.
The conflict was a storm inside me.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I murmured, my voice rough with a hunger I was fighting to keep leashed. I knelt between her legs, my hands sliding up the soft skin of her inner thighs.
She shuddered at my touch.
“Please, Kor,” she begged softly. “I feel…I’m so hot inside.”
“I know, baby,” I said soothingly. “This will help, I promise. It’ll take the edge off, ease the fever.”
“It’s… it’s so much,” she whispered, her head thrashing on the pillow. “It burns, Kor.”
“I know, baby. I know. Let me help.”
I bent forward, but I didn’t go straight for her pussy. Instead, I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against her soft, curly mound.
It was an instinct—pure and primal. She was mine—I wanted to Mark her. My skin tingled where it met hers, and a low, possessive growl vibrated in my chest before I could stop it.
MATE, the Beast roared inside my skull, the force of it shocking me.
I stilled for a moment. It had never surfaced like this when I was with a woman before—never with this undeniable, singular focus. This wasn’t just lust—it was a claiming. My Beast wanted to claim her here and now—to knot her and breed her and make her ours forever beyond the shadow of a doubt.
I pushed the impulse down, burying it under layers of control. Not now, I told both myself and my Beast. This was for her.
“Just breathe, Vivienne,” I said, forcing my voice to stay gentle. “Just feel.”
I lowered my mouth, but I still didn’t dive in. I started with a kiss—a soft, closed-mouth press of my lips to her outer lips.
She gasped, her hips jerking.
“Oh, Kor!”
“It’s all right, baby. Just kissing you,” I assured her, my voice coming out hoarse. I wanted to take things slow so I didn’t scare her, but fuck, my cock was aching and every instinct I had was demanding that I fill her with my tongue so I could taste her sweet honey from the source.
I did it again, then again, kissing my way from one side to the other, learning her shape, her heat, her softness.
Her scent was everywhere now, warm and wild and utterly feminine—sweet nectar, musk, and pure Vivienne.
It was the best thing I’d ever smelled—I was already addicted to it—addicted to her.
“Kor…” she breathed, her voice a plea, and I knew she was used to me now and ready for more.
“I’ve got you, baby. Gonna give you exactly what you need,” I promised.
Finally, I put my tongue out. I gave her one long, slow, flat lick from her pussy mouth all the way up to her throbbing little clit. Fuck—she tasted amazing.
“Oh, Goddess!” she cried—a sharp, sweet sound that went straight to my cock.
Her honey was even better than it had tasted on my fingers.
I licked her again, savoring her taste, lapping gently at her swollen flesh.
She was so wet, so fucking ready. Every soft sound she made, every twitch of her thighs, made my cock ache in sympathy.
Deeper. Needs more. Needs us. The Beast pushed against my control—a relentless pressure.
I wanted to deny the animal side of me—to keep this slow and tender, but a part of me knew it was right.
She needed more than gentle licks. The fever was burning her up from the inside and her Heat was growing by the minute.
I had to make her come to cool her off and sweet, tender kisses weren’t going to do it.
“I’m going to taste you deeper now, baby, okay?” I looked up at her, needing her permission even now. I knew what she’d been through in the past—I wasn’t going to enter her without asking first.
Vivienne’s gold-ringed eyes were glazed, her lips parted as she panted with need.
“All right,” she whispered. “Go…go ahead.”
“Good girl,” I growled softly. Then I lowered my head again and pressed my tongue against her entrance.
I pushed inside, just a little at first, feeling her inner muscles flutter around me. A low moan tore from her throat and I pushed deeper, my tongue delving into her tight, hot channel.
It was fucking amazing, but it still wasn’t enough. The Beast snarled, impatient, demanding a true taste of her honey.
Just a little, I thought at him, relenting. I let the Shift come—just a fraction, just enough to change the shape of my tongue. It thickened and lengthened, becoming more sensitive as the Beast pressed forward. Then I let it swell inside her, filling her more completely.
“Oh! Kor!” She gasped, her back arching off the bed, her hands flying to my hair.
I felt her pulling hard and reveled in the pain. God, I loved the sound of my name on her lips like that—raw and needy—breaking on a sob of pleasure. It made my cock throb, my knot aching and heavy with the need to lock inside her, to pump her full.
I held perfectly still, letting her adjust to the new fullness, letting my Beast drink in her honey from the inside. The taste exploded across my senses, richer and more potent than before.
I pulled back slowly, then thrust in again, fucking her with my tongue. Her little hands were fisted in my hair, holding on for dear life. And when I glanced up, I saw that her gold-ringed eyes were wide—possibly shocked at the intensity of being filled so full.
“Oh, Kor,” she moaned, shifting her hips. “Your tongue so deep in me…so big.”
I didn’t want to scare her, so I pushed my Beast back and let my tongue go back to normal.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” I soothed, looking up at her. “You’re all right, baby. Do you want me to go on?”
She nodded, her hips bucking restlessly.
“Yes, Kor, please—don’t stop.”
“Not going to stop until you come for me, baby,” I assured her. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
I dropped a gentle kiss on her mound and then I moved my attention lower, sealing my lips over her aching little clit and sucking it gently into my mouth.
She jerked, a broken cry escaping her.
“Please… please, Kor, I need… I need to come. It’s too much, I can’t…”
“You can,” I murmured against her sensitive flesh, flicking my tongue over the tight little nub. “You’re so close, baby. I can feel it. Let go for me. Come all over my face. I want to taste your honey gushing just for me.”
I could sense that she was close, but I knew I needed to push her the rest of the way. While I sucked and licked her clit, I brought my hand down. I slid two fingers through her slickness, gathering her honey, and then pushed them inside her tight channel, filling her again.
Vivienne moaned and bucked again. She was so tight—so fucking perfect.
I crooked my fingers, searching, and found that special spot deep inside her.
“There,” I growled in triumph against her clit. I pressed firmly, making a “come here” motion with my fingers and that was all it took.
With a cry that sounded a lot like my name, Vivienne finally tilted over the edge.
Her thighs clamped around my head like a vise, trapping me in the hot, wet darkness of her pleasure. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care—if I had to die, this was the way to go.
I kept licking and sucking—teasing her through it and drinking down every drop of her honey as her pussy spasmed rhythmically around my fingers.
She moaned my name like a prayer, over and over—a sobbing litany that was the most beautiful music I’d ever heard.
God, I fucking love making a woman come!
And it felt even more special with Vivienne—better than it ever had before.
Because she was mine and I was claiming her—whether she knew it or not.
I stayed there, buried between her thighs, until the last tremor subsided and her grip on my hair went slack. Her scent had changed again—the frantic edge of Heat Fever replaced by the deep, satisfied fragrance of release.
I slowly withdrew my fingers and lifted my head, my chin glistening with her honey.
She looked utterly boneless and flushed, her chest heaving. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and sated. She looked completely beautiful, and the possessiveness that roared through me was so fierce it nearly forced a growl from my throat. Somehow, I managed to swallow it down.
“You feeling better, baby?” I asked, hearing how deep my voice had gotten.
My Beast was really close to the surface now.
With effort, I pushed him away. I didn’t know why he was suddenly so active.
It felt like the second altercation I’d had with Harris Murdoch had woken him up and now there was no putting him back in the box.
Anyway, the main thing was Vivienne. I could tell that the Heat had been staved off…for now.
But as I looked at her, at the blissful exhaustion on her face, I knew the Beast inside me wasn't satisfied. It had gotten a taste…
But now it wanted the whole feast.