Page 252 of Red Ruin

My hips buck. They can’t escape.

I’m too tightly bound.

I’m dripping by the time the bridge of Vhex’s nose finds my clit. He rubs back and forth with the same metronome pace he uses when I’m riding his fin.

I feel him savoring my reactions. His dirty growls congratulate my body for every whimper and held-down twist.

Two fingers press inside me.

Then three.

He sucks my clit, keeping the pace with steady flicks of his tongue.

Leftrightleftrightleftright—

“Vhex!” My body won’t stop shaking. The only thing I can control is how hard I grip Vhex’s horn.

I dig in my nails, dragging his face into me.

“You’re so good,” he mutters roughly—not-quite human. “Have to make you feel good.”

He lavishes kisses along my inner lips, sliding his tongue in and out in long, caressing strokes. A quaver rolls through my body. Vhex pins my thighs, stopping them from clamping shut. He draws the dripping wetness to my clit with a curl of his tongue.

A deep pulse clenches around his fingers.

Not enough.

With my shudders stifled, I can only rub jerkily against Remy. His cock presses between us, diamond hard thanks to the rush of my very own blood.

I grind back against his shaft. “Give me what’s mine.”

“Iris.”

My name drips from his lips, dark and musical.

My pussy pulses.

“Iris,” he repeats as if he’s reminding himself. “Iris. Iris.” His grip switches between choking, deliciously clawed squeezes, and gentle, petting strokes that pause to count the beats of my pulse.

His shadows whip down my hips. I’m lifted to a better angle, then dragged back on Remy’s bare lap.

His tip nudges my slick, needy entrance.

Vhex pulls back his fingers but shifts with us, never missing a lick. He falls deeper between my thighs, sucking at an angle that crosses my eyes.

Remy holds me while I tremble.

Guided by shadows, his cock pushes between my lips.

The drag is gentle. I suck a shaking breath between my teeth, curling forward to brace for a slow and gentle plunge.

“Iris,” Remy whispers.

There’s a shift in the pattern of his thoughts. This time, he wants a response.

“You remembered.”

“This is yours.”