Page 105 of Taste of Thorns

“Fuck, Kitten, now that is a sight.”

“You like it?” I say, performing a slow spin and giving him a playful little wiggle I hope is sexy too.

“You look like a goddess.” He jumps up and stalks towards me. When he reaches me, he spins me around again, seeming to examine every inch of me and making loud appreciative noises.

“So,” I say, once I’m facing him again, walking my fingers up his chest, “are you going to eat me, Big Bad Wolf?”

I don’t need to ask him twice, we’re on the bed in a flash, Dray tugging his sweater over his head.

He lies down flat.

“Come on then, pussy cat, come ride my face, like you love.”

I bite my lip and straddle his waist, shuffling up his body until I’m hovering directly above his mouth.

This man can do wickedly good things with his tongue, and my blood, my magic, and my pussy are all throbbing in unison.

“These panties are damn damn sexy but I like an unrestricted view,” Dray says, untying the little ribbons at my hips that hold the things together, and letting them fall away. Then he lays his palms on my ass cheeks. He rises up, his nose right up and personal with my pussy and takes a deep inhale. His eyes roll about in their sockets and he groans.

I wait for his tongue or his mouth, or both. Neither are forthcoming. He just stays there sniffing away at my pussy.

“Dray,” I snap.

“Sorry, Kitten, it’s wolf-heaven. Reading the scents of your pussy is like reading your mind, your history and your future all at once. It’s intoxicating, crazy and a little mind-blowing.”

“Are all pussies like that?”

“Just yours, sweetheart. I gather it’s because you’re my mate. I’m designed to find your smell the best thing there is in this world.”

I pinch his shoulder. “We have to be back in lessons soon.”

“Screw that.”

“Dray, I’d rather you screwed me.”

“Oh yeah?” He pinches me back, on the ass. I squeal but it also sends a jolt of pleasure racing to my core. With his sense of smell, there’s no hiding anything from Dray. “Interesting,” he comments, and then he’s pinching me again as he sweeps his tongue through my folds, landing on my clit and giving me one violent flick.

I moan, my legs turning instantly to jello; thankful that man is strong enough to support me above his head. He swirls his tongue around my sensitive nub, then flicks me quickly three times in a row. The sensation is so intense, I can’t help but squirm away.

He grips me more firmly and brings me back into place, keeping me there as he subjects me to another row of devastating licks.

“I should spank you for that, little Kitten. You need to learn to hold still,” he murmurs below me.

I bite my lip, my stomach swooping low. I like that idea and maybe I’m confident enough now and comfortable enough to admit it.

“Okay,” I venture.

His eyes flick up and meet mine, and although I can’t see his mouth, I can tell he’s smiling eagerly. “Okay?” he repeats.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I can spank you?”

I shrug my shoulders. “If you want.”

“Oh, I want!” he growls, lifting his head to French kiss my clit so violently, I’m coming right against his mouth.

Then he’s sliding from underneath me. “Hands and knees, Kitten.”