Page 76 of Taste of Fate

Ishoved at Cyan’s shoulders until he leaned back on his elbows, a confused frown crossing his face. “Tavi?”

Planting my hands on either side of his hips, I leaned in and kissed him. My muscles were still shaky from that orgasm, my breathing a little labored, but I was on a mind and body high like I never believed possible.

He didn’t just make me physically come. Something about his feeding on me caused a euphoric lightness in my brain that gave the sensation of floating. Maybe that also had to do with the lightheadedness because of my injury. Whichever the case, I felt incredible both in my head and body. Our kiss broke only because I couldn’t stop giggling.

An amused smile pulled at Cyan’s lips. “Everything okay?”

“More than okay.” I couldn’t stop grinning, couldn’t stop what felt like pure sugar pumping through my veins. “That felt really, really good. I think I’m a little high.”

He arched a brow and barked out a laugh. “High? Did you smoke some of my darakt?”

For some reason I found that hilarious and leaned into his shoulder, giggling madly. “Nooo, it was just that good. I feel so…light. I think you sucked my soul out.”

His smile grew wider, full of warmth and mirth. “My silly Tavi.”

He circled one of my nipples, making my laughter stutter in moans. Everything was still so sensitive. He wouldn’t have to do much to make me come again.

“What makes you think I’m done making you feel good?” His voice grew low with want, fingers tugging more insistently at the aching peak until the sensation bordered on pain.

With all the reluctance in the world, I put my hand over his. “Being serious, I need a breather. It won’t take much, and if I come within the next five minutes, I’m likely to pass out.”

Cyan lowered his hand, but his expression was anything but disappointed. If anything, he looked smug. “Keep making me feel like a fucking king and I’ll challenge Thorne for clan leader.”

“Hm, before you do that.” I kissed him again, hesitating before I spoke. “I want to put my mouth on you.”

“You’re doing a beautiful job of that.” He leaned into me for another kiss, this one long and lingering.

We parted slowly, and I whispered with my lips ghosting against his, “I mean here.” I stroked my fingertips along the top of his stiff length. “Maybe suck your soul out.”

His laugh became a moan as I wrapped my palm around him and gave a few experimental strokes. My fingers squeezed gently, watching Cyan’s face as I played and explored just as he had with me. His reactions were adorable, hot, and amusing all in equal measure.

“If you put your mouth on me there,” he rasped, “I will not be long for this world either.”

“Oh no,” I said with mock concern before planting a final quick kiss on his lips. “How will the two of us ever recover from this?”

“I have no idea.” Cyan’s fingers speared through my hair as I lowered down.

I paused to kiss the scars on the left side of his chest, the symbols depicting my name and the vow he made to me. It felt like ages ago that he’d done it. “What happens to this now? You’ve gone against the part of never taking my blood.”

“I can rewrite it,” he grunted, one hand massaging the nape of my neck as my lips went lower. “Make a new vow about my love and devotion to my blood mate. I can do it at our ceremony.” His fingers curled into fists in my hair as I traced the top of his hipbones with my teeth. “But your name stays. I love that your name in my skin, that your blood is in my body.”

“I love it too.”

His cock jumped when I breathed the words along his length, and the reaction would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so turned on. I braced one palm against the front of his hip and resumed stroking with the other. Cyan’s head fell back with muttered moans and curses. His hips canted toward me eagerly, and my whole body buzzed with arousal and anticipation as my lips slid over his wide head.

Cyan pressed forward a few inches on a sharp gasp, and he just as quickly pulled back. “Sorry, sorry. Just…fuck. Take your time. I’ll try not to…”

It felt impossible to smile with my mouth stretched around him, but my eyes must have conveyed my amusement. His grin was full of joy and affection as he stroked my cheek. “Fuck me, you are a gorgeous sight to behold.”

After acclimating to the weight and thickness of him in my mouth, I found a rhythm that was comfortable for me and seemed to drive him wild. Cyan muttered curses at the ceiling and praise at me, his hands roaming over me reverently. My confidence grew with each clenched fist in my hair, with every choked, “Fuck, Tavi, that’s so good, just like that.”

I lost track of time, lost track of everything but the pleasure singing in my body, the sounds he made and his hands on me as I pleased him. He became hard as steel in my mouth, swelling and thickening to the point where it was almost too much.

“You ready to suck my soul?” Cyan hissed through gritted teeth.

I managed an enthusiastic moan before he spilled his release on my tongue. His fist curled so tight in my hair as his cock spasmed, pinpricks of pain in my scalp rippled to my nipples and clit, making my toes curl.

When he finished and I eased my mouth off him, he was just as hard and thick as right before his orgasm. Our eyes met and the look I saw was beyond hungry.

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