Page 46 of Gold Sector

I’m on fire in the best way.

Burning beneath Oros’s skilled mouth. Lost to his touch. His words. Hiseverything.

He’s between my legs. Oh, my Gods, he’s between my legs…

And not with his knot. But histongue.

I… I never…

A moan that sounds part wolf vibrates through me, the growl underscoring it all feral need. I’ve never explored myself much, my suppressants having stunted me in a lot of ways. But oh, I like this exploration now.

Foreign flames flood my veins, my core alive with a cyclone of intense sensations. It curls within me, making me dizzy withwant.

Oros said he wasn’t going to knot me. I don’t understand why, and at first, I was somewhat relieved. But now… now I want… something. Anything. Pressure.Inside me.

I say his name as his palms slide up my thighs, his mouth still focused on my sensitive flesh. He’s found somesort of pleasurable spot, one that throbs and pulses against his tongue.

My clit, I think, fairly certain that’s the term. But I’ve never had cause to discuss it.

Until now. Until him. Untilthis.

Only, it’s not enough. “I need more,” I tell him, the words falling unbidden from my lips. I don’t know what they mean. Or what I’m actually craving. But I’m hoping he understands.

“You need me inside you,” he says, his gold irises finding mine as his fingers prod at my damp center. “Like this.”

My lips part on a scream as he enters me, the pain transforming into instant pleasure as he moves his finger—no…fingers—in a hypnotic pattern deep within my tight channel.

My toes curl as he strokes a particular spot, stars shooting off behind my eyes and blinding my vision.

“Mmm, that’s it, Taliana,” he murmurs. “Glisten for me, little diamond.”

Every part of me clenches, his erotic words doing something to me.

His comments about piercing me ignited a fire inside my soul, one his praise now is stoking even hotter. I have no idea who I am. But my wolf is roaring through me, guiding me to the precipice of an unknown oblivion.

“Flames, printesa mea, the way you’re squeezing my fingers is making me want to fuck you,” he breathes. “You’re going to feel so fucking good around my cock, take my knot so damn well.”

Each word is spoken against my clit, the vibrations stirring invisible waves of electricity that hum along my skin.

“I feel…” I can’t finish my sentence. I don’t know how todescribe what I’m experiencing.Life? Pleasure? A renewed existence?

“Are you hot all over?” he asks me, his voice a rumble of sound that he emphasizes with his purr.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Like you’re about to explode?”

I nod frantically, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I mumble out a choked sound of agreement.

“Ride that wave, little diamond,” he tells me, his tongue slipping out to tease my swollen flesh. His fingers pump deep, twisting and turning inside me, making me feel full yet empty at the same time. “Ride it until you crash.”

I don’t know what he means, but I try to do what he says, my body balancing on the precipice of something catastrophic.

His mouth clamps down on me again, sending me into the stars and forcing me over the edge into madness.

I lose my sight.

My sense of sound.