Page 86 of Blood in the Water

“I’m not taking them off,” I gasped. Those weapons were my only line of defense here, and since I couldn’t even keep his hands outside of my skirt, I neededsomethingto keep me grounded on this plane of existence.

“I don’t want you to,” he chuckled darkly. “Keep them on. I’ll enjoy it all the more.”

He lifted one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder.

If anyone on the dance floor looked up right now, they’d be able to see this dragon settled between my legs, staring into my eyes and slowly licking his lips.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned and arched my back as his fingers teased my panties aside. Completely soaked.

“I was not expecting something like this tonight, but damn, am I glad it’s happening.” With one smooth movement, he licked his way up my entrance.Shit.I was so fucking turned on, my arousal was soaking my own thighs.

The sight of his head between my legs, with knives on one side and a gun on the other, was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

His tongue laved against me. My fingers splayed across the couch, searching for something to hold on to, something to grab and keep me from floating right the fuck off this planet.

“Grab my hair,” he commanded, barely stopping the movement of his mouth.

I hesitated for a second, but when he flicked his tongue against my clit, I instantly grabbed his head. ThankGodI did because I needed it once he set in on me earnestly.

Heady moans poured from my lips as his tongue alternated between circling my clit and plunging inside me. My body wanted to involuntarily clench around his head, but his strong hands kept me spread wide.

I was on full display, and he was feasting like the predator he was.

My eyes rolled back, and whatever cognition I held quickly left my brain. I was mindless, a floating ball of light and pleasure, searching only for the friction between my clit and his mouth. It was exactly what I was searching for when I walked up those stairs.

The orgasm built quickly, waves and waves of pressure building in my abdomen until he clamped around my clit and sucked. A cry burst through my lips as I held on for dear life, the orgasm tearing through me. As I rode out the waves against his mouth, he lapped up every movement. He murmured sounds of encouragement against my pussy, guiding me through it and easing me down.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, fingers still woven through his hair.

If this stranger could do that with his tongue, then what could Wynn do? Cas?Ciel?

God, I wanted to find out.

In this haze, I could picture allthreeof them, and fuck I wanted it. I wanted themto show me what they could do. And hey, let’s throw in this guy again for good measure since he was such a pro.

I watched my dragon through hooded eyes as he wiped the back of his mouth and smirked.

“Enjoyed that?”

“You have no idea,” I breathed, grabbing his tie again and pulling him over me. Ten minutes was nowhere near enough to satisfy the need this man had ignited inside me. I needed so much more.

Just as our lips crashed against each other, a knock pounded at the door.

“Boss!”

The man paused, eyes flicking behind me to the door.

“I’m busy,” he called. “Is this urgent?”

“Konstantin Makarov,” the voice said. “He said he needs to speak with you.”

I froze, hand still on his tie.

“Give me five minutes.” The man looked down at me with a sigh, then sat back and adjusted his suit. He took a few deep breaths and ran his hands through his hair. “Appears that the fun will have to wait, little vixen.”

I sat up and pulled down my skirt, almost laughing at the disappointment evident on his face. “Guess that’s my cue?”

Idefinitelydid not want to be here when Konstantin Makarov came in. I had no plans to come face to face with the head of the Bratva this evening, especially not when I had just planted a dozen cameras throughout his turf only hours before, andespeciallynot if he wanted to use me as a chess piece against Max. I hoped, instead, that his brother fucked up the club downstairs in a fit of rage, and he was here to fix it.