Page 147 of Sohut's Protection

Cleo’s lips felt like little sweet buds that he wanted to devour.

As he took them between his own, he tried to slow down, tried to control the urge to pin her beneath him and bury himself deep inside her hard.

This was his gnora.

And no one was going to take her from him.

Protracting his claws, he used a finger to rip away the flimsy garment the Tasqals had dressed her in. He tore it away from her body, every thread of it, and threw it over the side of the vehicle.

He didn’t want to see her in it, to be reminded of what had almost happened, right before his eyes.

He’d almost lost his gnora. But he had her now and she was safe.

She was safe, and she was beneath him, whispering his name as her body called out to him.

Her teats brushed against his face as he ran his fangs over them and her breath hitched in her throat.

Sohut groaned.

He loved the way she responded to him.

He wanted to hear her cry his name while she was beneath him now, needed to hear her pant as he took her, branded her…claimed her.

Clee-yo’s neck arched as his tongue flicked over the tight little bud on her chest before he took the entire thing into his mouth.

Her small hands found his hair as she strung her fingers through the dark strands, pulling him harder into her and he indulged her.

His tongue flicked over her teat some more as his hand delved between her, seeking that warm spot between her legs.

His forefinger found the other tight little pleasure bud, the one between her thighs and she arched into him even more, her pale eyes rolling back into her head as she whispered his name.

“Sohut…”

The sound of his name on her lips made him groan.

He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her she said his name beautifully.

He wanted his name on her lips always, continually, forever. The way she said it was like a sweet caress that gave him images of pleasing her…giving her his all.

Just like he was doing now.

Licking her teat, he moved lower, his lips traveling over her pale skin down to the knot of nerves that gave her so much pleasure.

Burying his face between her legs, he inhaled deeply.

“Clee-yo,” he groaned.

It was the scent that had driven him crazy when he’d entered the Koznia Jungle. The same scent that had made his body react even before he’d encountered her.

Clee-yo smelled like heaven.

Opening his lips, he took her into his mouth and she cried out against him, her hips pressing upward and into him.

He licked and suckled on her, enjoying the noises she made as her arousal dampened her sex and her scent filled his nose.

His chin was wet with her juices but he wanted more, more of his Clee-yo. He wasn’t ever going to get enough.

As his tongue darted deep inside her, Clee-yo’s fingers dug into his scalp.

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