Page 149 of Blood & Throttle

Her moans break into breathless curses.

I edge the fuck out of her. Tongue flicking, sucking harder just as she starts to shake—I stop. Pulling back slowly, deliberately, my mouth gleaming with her slick. She jerks her hips forward, chasing the pressure, but I grip her thighs to keep her still.

“Are youfuckingserious right now?” she snaps, breathless and furious. “What’d you do, take edging lessons from Satan?”

I smirk, licking my lips like I’m savoring dessert. “Not until I say, Little Stray.” I smirk against her thigh again, tongue already flicking over her clit again in lazy, teasing strokes just to watch her squirm. “Didn’t hear apleasein there, Little Stray,” I murmur, voice thick with heat. “You want something from me, you better learn how to ask.”

She snarls something under her breath, but her hips roll into my mouth anyway, needy and wrecked.

I fuckinglovethis.

Her frustration. Her fight. The way she tries tokeep her attitude when she’s soaked and shaking and one flick away from begging.

My cock’s rock fucking hard, straining against my jeans like it’s trying to break through and take hernow. I can already feel how tight she’ll be, how warm, how she’s going to fucking milk me dry the second I’m inside.

But not yet.

Not until I’ve dragged every whimper, curse, and plea from her perfect, filthy mouth.

“Fuck,” she pants, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging hard. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“After you come,” I growl, voice vibrating against her slick folds. “Twice.”

And then I suck her clit, hard.

She screams. And I fuckinggrin.

I pull back. Again.

She jerks, panting, wrecked. “You motherfucker—”

“Watch it,” I growl, mouth glistening with her slick as I look up at her. “You wanna come?”

“Obviously,” she snaps, grinding down like she’s trying to use my face without permission.

I pin her hips to the table. Hard. “Then fucking beg for it, Little Stray. Tell me how bad you want it. How bad youneedit.”

She glares down at me, lips parted, breath ragged. “I swear to god, Riot, if you stop again I’m gonna slit your throat in your sleep.”

I grin. “Not until I’m ready. Not until Isay so.”

Her body trembles, soaked and aching, and I go back in.

Tongue flicking, sucking, fucking her with my fingers until she arches off the edge of the booth. She moans louder now,desperate, one hand clawing at the mirror behind her, the other buried in my hair.

“Fuck, fuck, please—” she gasps, voice breaking.

I stop again.

Her cry is strangled. “Riot!”

I meet her eyes, slow and cruel. “Say it right.”

She swallows hard, defiant even as her legs shake. “Please… please let me come,” she whispers, then louder, raw and dripping with need. “Please, Riot, I need it. I needyou. I need your mouth, your fingers,all of you, please, I’ll fucking scream for you. I’ll do anything, just don’t stop again, please.”

I hum low, satisfied. “That’s more like it.” And then Idevourher. No mercy this time. I eat her like she’s mine because she is.

My fingers curl deeper, tongue dragging fast, lips sealed to her soaked, swollen pussy as I take her apart piece by piece.