Page 168 of The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash #6)

“ Because ,” I said, my lips brushing hers as I sank my hand between her trembling thighs. “It also makes you…” I plunged my finger into her, jaw clenching when her back arched. A tremor ran through her, her lips pressing together. I thrust my finger in deeper. “Wet.”

She had nothing to say to that.

Grinning, I slipped my finger from her tight heat.

Letting go of her chin, I gripped her hips and lifted her onto her feet.

Her startled gasp got lost in the throbbing in my veins as my gaze tracked the beads of water sluicing down her skin, over her puckered nipples, and along the curve of her stomach to the wispy hair between her thighs that was now right in front of my face.

I pulled her between my thighs and slid my hand down to lift her leg until her foot rested on the ledge beside me.

It bared her to my eyes. Fuck. Her pussy wasn’t pretty; it was perfect.

And it was mine . I barely felt her hands land on my shoulders as I put my face right where I wanted to be, breathing in her scent until my chest vibrated with a growl.

“Cas,” she gasped, starting to pull back.

The snarl that came from me made the growl seconds ago sound like something a small creature would make. Poppy stilled, either hearing or sensing the warning. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck which one. All that mattered was the decadent, wet flesh a breath away from my tongue.

“Cas,” she repeated in a whisper.

I closed my mouth over her clit.

Poppy’s entire body jerked, and I somehow had the presence of mind to wrap my arm around her waist to keep her steady.

“Gods,” she cried out, her knees buckling as I sucked on that bundle of nerves.

I held her up as I tilted my head, running my tongue over her lower lips and then inside her.

There was no slow seduction, no teasing licks.

I fucked her with my tongue as her nails scored the flesh of my shoulders.

I didn’t let up until she spasmed around my tongue, and I felt drunk on her release.

Until I was mindless with the need to be deep inside her.

Rising, I hooked her leg around my waist and lifted her.

“Honeydew,” I murmured, my lips brushing hers before my mouth descended as I turned us.

She moaned into the kiss that tasted of her, pressing her chest to mine.

Water rolled against the sides of the tub and over the ledge as I lowered us, drawing her down on my cock until I was buried deep inside her.

“Fuck,” I rasped, every nerve ending stretched.

Poppy shook and dropped her forehead to mine, her body trembling. “We’re getting water everywhere.”

We were. I could hear it sloshing. “Fuck if I care.”

Her laugh turned into a moan as her knees clamped down on my hips.

The sting of her nails relented and then disappeared.

Her fingers slipped into my hair as she pressed her forehead against mine.

My hands flexed on her hips, but before I could move her, she lifted herself and sank back down. Then, did it again.

“Like that?” she whispered, stealing my breath and heart all over again at the reminder that this was all still so new to her.

“Yeah, my Queen.” The words sounded guttural. “Like that. Like however you want.”

Poppy planted her hands on my chest, pushing me until my shoulders pressed against the tub. At first, her pace was slow, unsure, and beautiful, but then she found her rhythm.

My head fell back as every part of me seemed to exist in her tight grip.

The strength of her legs kept me still as I feasted on the sight of her fucking me.

With her flushed flesh, breasts swaying, and hips churning as her eyes whirled with eather, she looked every bit the Primal goddess.

I could feel my release building, sense the eather pressing against my skin, cooling and hardening my flesh as the raw energy built inside me.

A sudden flash of sharp pain hit the base of my cock. It was gone in the next breath as I felt myself… swelling . Not my entire dick but the base as that near primal urge to claim, dominate, and join us to prove she was mine surged once more.

Poppy gasped, her body stiffening before she started to lean back.

Fighting to rein in the essence, I took over.

I folded my arms around her and pulled her flush to my chest, holding her still as I thrust into her.

The air crackled around us as I clutched the back of her head, burying her face against my neck as I ground against her.

“Feed,” I urged.

There was a moment of hesitation, and then her fangs pierced my throat.

The pain was worth it, disappearing the moment she released her fangs, and her mouth closed over the wound.

Her pussy spasmed on my dick with the first swallow.

There was no way I would last. Not as she came and fed.

Feeling like I couldn’t get deep enough, I slammed her down on me, over and over, until I came with a shout, likely heard in the courtyard below.

I saw the arm wrapped tightly around her and noticed the glint of silver bone in my forearm.

For some fucked-up reason, Kieran’s words about running out of time pierced my haze of pleasure as I spilled into her.

Suddenly, I knew what that something in his stare and voice that had the hair rising all over my body had been.

I’d seen it in his eyes and heard it in his voice before.

I’d seen and heard the same from his father.

What I saw and heard wasn’t a warning or even a threat.

It felt like a premonition.