Page 106 of Gold Sector

I can hear his, too.

And they’re all about me, how he bathed me hours ago, then knotted me a final time in our nest. He knew I was on the verge of leaving my heat and wanted to ensure I woke up fulfilled.

He certainly accomplished that.

I feel extremely satisfied, something I ensure he knows by sharing my thoughts with him. “Why do we have three claiming marks?” I ask as I follow him into the living area.

“Two for our Drakonians, one for your wolf,” he says, setting the tray down on a glass table. Then he spins to pull me into him, his arm instantly finding my waist while his opposite hand goes to my throat. “Your wolf placed that third bite near my knot, and it was so fucking hot.”

He kisses me before I can reply, his tongue suddenlydominating my mouth and leading me into dark temptation.

It doesn’t matter that we’ve spent the last few days or weeks fucking.

I need more.

I need him.

“Mmm,” he hums against my mouth. “Maybe you can eat while I play with your piercings.”

A shudder works through me at the thought—a thought he turns into a reality as he moves me onto the couch and kneels between my legs.

“Pick up the water, printesa mea,” he tells me, his lips lowering to the gold hoop near my clit. “Each time you swallow, I’ll lick you here.” He demonstrates, the metal barely grazing my sensitive nub. It’s a taunt, one that teases my nerve endings and causes my thighs to clench.

I reach forward to grab the water and drink.

Oros remains true to his word, his tongue working the gold ring every time I swallow.

By the time I finish the bottle, I’m basically panting.

“Eat the fruit,” he says, his words vibrating my slick flesh.

I don’t question him, just do what he asks.

The bowl empties quickly, my mind more focused on his mouth than the task of chewing. Every part of me is on fire for him, my inner walls begging for friction. “Knot me.”

“Not yet,” he says, telling me to eat the croissant next.

I do.

But oh, moons, I’m about to combust.

Yet all he’s doing is grazing my clit.

It’s… it’smadness.

Somehow, water appears. Maybe he picked up anotherbottle. I don’t know. However, I’m swallowing everything, and he just keeps licking.

Until finally he knocks me onto my back and climbs over me.

His pants are long gone, making me wonder if he magically blinked them away. It’s not a talent I’m familiar with, and I probably just missed him removing the fabric, but I’m too caught up in the moment to worry about anything other than his cock nearing my entrance.

He doesn’t give me a second longer to think, his hardness entering me in a swift punch of his hips.

And then he’s fucking me.

Hard.

Fast.