Page 236 of Cruelly Bitten

Just us.

Her nostrils flared, her green irises glittering as she echoed the sentiment back at me while lowering her head.

My dick pulsed in anticipation, precum already pooling for her on the tip.

She didn’t seek permission or ask me how to proceed. She merely licked the offering from my cock while holding my gaze.

I fought back the urge to grab her hair and force her to do more.Takemore.

I would follow through on that instinct if she kept taunting me. But I’d let her try to lead first.

This was about trust. And I trusted her to know what we both needed as she parted her lips around my cock.

She hummed, the vibrations taunting my shaft as her feline irises conveyed her every thought.

Anger. Lust. Determination.Possession.

Her teeth skimmed my sensitive skin, her threat clear. I’d promised to mark her between her thighs, and she was vowing to do the same in a very different manner.

Fuck,but that felt good. Her velvet tongue against my skin. Her incisors threatening to bite. Her fucking throat around the bulbous head, swallowing and massaging my dick in a way that made me want to explode.

Gods, Ismerelda,I thought at her, my hand going to her hair—not to guide her but to touch her. To anchor myself. To fucking indulge in the heaven she was creating with her damn mouth.

“You’re owning me,” I groaned out loud. “Fuck.”

She’d just started and I was ready to come.

I fisted her strands, holding her in place while I regained control.

Her teeth clamped down around my cock in response, her bite eliciting a growl from my inner beast. He wanted me to yank her out of the water and sink my fangs into her neck. Her breasts. Herpussy. To fucking own her. Claim her. Ensure she understood he was just as possessive of her as she was of him. Perhaps even more so.

Instead, I leaned back into the tiled wall behind me and absorbed the pain.

Her tongue traced the indents in the next breath, her hot mouth instantly providing me with relief and amping up my need that much more.

It’d been a long night. An even longer fucking week. All I wanted was to lose myself in this female, let her suck me dry, then fuck her all over again as soon as I finished recovering.

She was my mate.

My fucking queen.

Mygoddess.

I wanted to worship at her altar and pray between her thighs.

Yet she was kneeling for me now, which made this all the more powerful.

I drew my thumb down her pretty neck, noting her throbbing pulse.You’re so fucking perfect,I whispered to her.You slay me, my queen. Fucking slay me.

The phrasing wasn’t lost on me. But I would happily die for this female. Especially like this, with my cock deep in her throat, her nails dragging up my thighs, and her eyes holding mine.

So fucking beautiful,I told her.Gods, I’m addicted to your mouth.

The way she moved up and down. Hollowing her cheeks. Massaging my tip with her tongue only to deep-throat me again.

My fingers flexed in her hair, my thighs straining beneath her sensual assault.

Centuries of need built inside me, threatening to drown her, just like I’d promised to do.