Page 76 of The Rake OR The Orca Who Met His Match in a Selkie Desiring Revenge
"It's all an act," he said. “I'm a rogue. A rake of the highest order. Truly the worst sort imaginable."
He smiled so she'd know he was jesting, though it was, strictly speaking, quite an accurate description for him only a month before.
"Oho, but from what I hear, atamerake is the best sort of mate!" Elspeth dropped her knees open, inviting him between.
"I can't speak to that one way or another, but tell me, just how are these rakes supposed to be the best?" He lowered himself so he hovered over her mound, the dense curls that shielded her tantalizing him with her scent.
"Well," she began, just as he lowered himself to lick her. "They are apparently supposed to be quite skilled lovers." Her voice was pitchy and breathy, modulating to mimic the movements of his tongue.
"Mmmm," he hummed against her. It was not only encouragement for her to go on, but in enjoyment of the tangy taste that only she possessed. It was somehow so uniquelyElspethin a way that he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to place, but would never cease to enjoy.
"Th—they have—tongues," she gasped out.
"As do most folks, honestly," Aegir said.
Elspeth growled in frustration and grabbed his head. Oh yes, helovedfeisty Elspeth. With a grin, he pressed back against her hands when she tried to move him back to her cunt.
"Ah, ah, ah, my siren," he teased. "You're having trouble speaking, so you need a break, I think."
The shock on her face was tempered by a smile and increased pressure on the back of his head. She let out short affronted gasps as she tried to wrestle his head back into place.
"What is it, my sweet, biddable siren? Is there something you want?" He cocked his head to the side, all feigned innocence.
Instead of responding, Elspeth wrapped her legs around him to try to get better leverage.
"It feels like you want something..." Aegir opened his mouth wide and allowed his tongue, which he'd just modified, to hang free. Elspeth's eyes bulged at its length, and hermouth dropped open when he split it into two independent halves.
"Are you aching, my siren?" He slipped two fingers back between her swollen folds, dragging them through her wetness but refusing to touch where she wanted him most. "You once mentioned a desperate, pounding, want. Would you say that is an accurate description of what you're feeling?"
"Aegir!" she screamed.
"Yes, my love?"
"Why are you being such an ass?"
"Because it's just so muchfun."He teased the tops of her thighs with his tongue.
"Aegir,please!"
Drat, there it was, the magic word, playtime was over. His mate—hismate—needed him, and he wouldn't let her down.
"That's my gorgeous girl."
1. Again, there is NO card, there is NO real club, and I am still angry about it.
Epilogue: Elspeth
IN WHICH ELSPETH TAKES A TRIP TO THE MARKET
Aegir’s teasing should havebeen nothing new to her, but it seemed their commitment had brought out sides of him he’d kept hidden. She wasn’t in any mood particularly to deal with it however, as worked up as she was, but she could certainly see the appeal. Thankfully, he didn’t make her wait any longer, lowering his head and using his amazingly talented tongue on her.
She cried out when he sucked on her clit, bucking up off the beach and threading her hands into his hair once more. This time, there was no struggle, instead, she held on so she’d have something tokeep her tethered to reality. She melted under his skill, his tongue, teeth, and hands working orgasms out of her as easily as he might tie a knot.
After an orgasm or two, she feltbrave.And curious.
“Aegir,” she started. “You mentioned once that in the past you have… changed things, about yourself. I mean, during sex…”
“Oh, you’d like to attend the penis market?”