“My gods,” he choked out, his horns straightening fully. She caught his thought: How will I ever fit inside her?
Fit? No, they didn’t have to have sex! She told herself this, even as she was motioning for him to move his finger. Once he began to thrust with it, they both shuddered.
Her clitoris swelled for attention, her lips plumping around his finger. Soon she was panting, kissing and licking the warm skin of his chest.
Yet then he drew his hand away. Lifting it to his mouth, he sucked his forefinger down to the second knuckle, his eyes hooded.
“Oh!” Her breath hitched. Who was this sexy male? “Ohhh.”
When he’d taken all of her taste, he released his finger. “I want more of that, Melanthe.”
Should she broach o**l s*x with him? He might want more, but it was an offendment. Feveris’s spell made her feel reckless: Bring it up. He’ll totally love it! “Speaking of readying me? I think o**l s*x would help—”
In the space of a heartbeat, he’d seized her in his arms. Striding through the water as if something chased them, he carried her to the bank of the pool. Scrambling out, he strode toward the sea, setting her down on a mat of flowers beneath swaying palms.
His gaze seemed to follow the drops sluicing down her body as he joined her. Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the palm fronds, glinting off her necklace.
With a questioning glance, he reached for it. Though she was loath to remove it, even for a minute, she didn’t want anything to distract her from this male. She nodded, and he set it close by.
“I truly was going to give this to you, as a courtship gift.”
“You risked your life for a gift?”
He grinned. “When it’s the one your mate’s set her heart on . . .” Then he moved between her legs, clasping her behind her knees, lifting until she brought her feet up.
She rose up on her elbows, needing to see his every reaction. Judging by the intent look on his face, nothing could stop him from this.
He laid his roughened palms on her inner thighs, spreading them till her knees opened wider. A breeze blew sultry air against her slickened sex.
Even if she hadn’t known it was his first time in this position, the way he stared in fascination would give him away. His smoldering eyes were rapt, his expression saying, Mercy.
His thoughts drifted into her mind: —Her exquisite flesh . . . so delicate. Want to set upon her . . . — When he licked his lips in anticipation, the sight of that pointed tongue made her tremble.
In a barely recognizable voice, he said, “I had my turn in the glade. You’ll have yours now.” His gaze bored into hers. “See that it happens.”
It? Her orgasm? He was telling her in his own way to guide him—because he’d never done this before.
When she gave an unsteady nod, he eased in to press his mouth to one of her thighs. With a tender lick, he told her, “Hold back nothing, Melanthe. . . .”
When he’d sampled her taste on his finger, Thronos had known what forbidden thing he would do. And then for her to suggest it? That she wanted his kiss aroused him like nothing he’d ever imagined.
He could scarcely think past the ache in his shaft. His horns had straightened and were aching along with it.
He knew only two things for certain:
His mate was incomparable, her glistening sex a thing of beauty.
And he was the luckiest male alive.
Yet then he frowned when he felt a stabbing pain low on his torso. He glanced down, spied no matching injury, just old scars.
His pain was forgotten when she rolled her hips, as if to attract his mouth. He gently eased her pink folds apart with his thumbs, riveted by the shadowy dip he uncovered. Her entrance. While he wondered again how he’d ever fit that tiny opening, his shaft jerked, straining for it.
Brows drawn with absorption, he rubbed the dip with his finger, breaching her slick core. Her cream was more slippery than water, and sweet.
The intoxicating taste of his mate.
As his head descended, his sensual female was panting in anticipation, her blue eyes shimmering like metal.
She cried out when he delved his tongue right at her opening. Now that he’d taken her taste into him, he didn’t understand how he’d lived his entire life without it. He licked his lips, shuddered, then set back in with a ravening hunger.
“Oh, ohh!” As she undulated, he followed her sex, piercing that slight dip with the tip of his tongue.
He gazed up to gauge her reaction. Her hands had found her lush br**sts and started to squeeze. Her expression was lost. When the breeze blew, she arched her back, her ni**les stiffening even more.
He rubbed his palms up her thighs, pressing her legs even wider. As he gave her seeking licks, she thumbed those stiff ni**les, the peaks he would soon suckle at his leisure.
His h*ps had begun rocking, his erection hanging down like a steel rod. The pressure within it surged. Even still, his lips curled against her. Because Melanthe seemed to be going out of her head with pleasure.
He was as well. How could he not when her flaring folds grew ever wetter against his tongue?
Between kisses, he murmured, “Lanthe, I can’t ever go back.”
To life without her. Without sharing this.
She curled one arm under her head like a pillow. Her free hand descended down her flat belly, her palm curving over her mons. Brows drawn, he pulled back, his breaths ragged against her rosy flesh.
She caught his eyes, then grazed the pad of her forefinger over the little bud at the apex of her sex. “If you lick my clitoris like this . . .” She slowly masturbated it, rubbing back and forth as her tongue moistened her lips.
Telling him how she wished to be kissed.
Then her hand wandered back to her chest, to ni**les so hard they looked like they throbbed.
He eagerly leaned in, tonguing her clitoris as she’d instructed.
“Yes, Thronos! Just like that,” she cried out, earning herself another slick lash. “Now your finger. Put it back inside me while you kiss.”
He penetrated the gripping heat of her channel, thrusting his finger in and out as he licked.
“Ah! It’s so good!” She reached forward to grasp his horns.
At the contact, he yelled out against her.
She released him as if burned. “Sorry.”
Sorry? The idea of her handling him was unbearably erotic. “Take hold of me again!”
Once she tentatively did, he quaked from her grip, assailed by the same currents that sparked whenever their skin touched. Voice low, he commanded her, “Stroke them while I feast.”
In a wondering tone, she breathed, “Who—are—you?” But she dutifully rubbed her fists, slaying him with pleasure.
Stroking him thus made her even wetter! He growled and lapped. “You like that too.” It wasn’t a question.
“More,” she panted, rubbing him faster.
His light licks grew fiercer. As her little bud swelled for him, he groaned with amazement. Maybe I should . . .
He suckled her clitoris between his lips—
“Oh, my gods!” she screamed, tearing an answering yell from his lungs.
When she bucked for more, he almost came. He started sucking on her bud like a luscious candy, his groans vibrating it.
She went crazy, her head thrashing, her br**sts quivering. She made a string of insensible sounds, then managed: “Don’t stop that, Thronos. So close! Oh. OHH!”
In answer, he impatiently bucked his hips, his muscled torso flexing, his mouthwatering c**k bobbing—the most erotic sight she’d ever witnessed.
Lust jumbled his thoughts.
Thronos wanted to take his mate, but after what he’d just experienced . . . he’d never last.
He was rattled by how much he’d needed to pleasure her like that. What male wouldn’t be uneasy when he’d just discovered something he was certain he’d die without?
She started kissing down his chest, holding his gaze with her shimmery eyes. She pressed her lips to the scar over his heart, remaining there for long moments. As she nuzzled her smooth cheek against his marked flesh, he thought he heard her breathe, “Invincible.”