Page 114 of Bull Moon Rising

It makes me sad, because he’d be an excellent—if stern—teacher. I should know. He’s done more to prepare us for the tunnels than Magpie has, but she gets all the credit.

Well, so to speak. I’m not sure she’s bragging about us at the moment. So far all we’ve found is a dead body.

Okay, and a ring.

That we stole.

And I plan to steal a second one.

My thoughts turn in circles as I finish off the bread and I worry that the others aren’t managing without me. Which is silly, but I still want to know what’s going on. I feign a small yawn, smiling at Hawk, and then lick a droplet of honey from my thumb. “I must be tired after all of those weapons drills earlier.”

“You need your sleep. When the Conquest Moon’s upon me, I’m not going to let you have a moment’s rest.” His gaze is locked on my thumb, and he pushes his bowl aside. “Shall we head home?”

Even though he’s not looking me in the eye, I feel scorched by the intensity of his gaze. I know he’s thinking about sex. I know I certainly am. I flick my tongue over my thumb again and his tail slaps against the nearest chair so hard it sounds like a whip cracking.

Something inside me clenches with arousal, and I suspect if I dropped under the table right now, he’d let me. The thought fills me with heat, and while I’m a little appalled, I’m also titillated at the idea. “Are we…cutting through an alley?”

Is that me suggesting something lascivious? Absolutely.

This time, I absolutely see a hint of red gleaming in his eyes. “Aye.”

I should be alarmed, but instead, I’m excited. “Then let’s go.”

He plunks down a coin with a meaningful slap onto the table and then rises to his feet. As he does, I get an absolutely obscene eyeful of the bulge in his pants, so thick and heavy that it’s obvious to all what’s going on. I glance around the near-empty tavern but luckily the barkeep is busy polishing a glass and the slitherskins aren’t looking in our direction. There are a couple of humans near the hearth who smirk at us, and when Hawk growls low and terrifying, they quickly pay attention to their mugs again.

Hawk takes me by the hand and all but hauls me out after him. I’m breathless with excitement, and not entirely surprised when we stop by a familiar alley across from the brothel. There’s no one outside of it except for a couple of sex workers looking for customers, but it doesn’t matter. He pushes me up against the nearest shadowy wall and tugs on the front of my bodice, freeing one of my breasts from its corseted cage andholding it to his mouth, an offering. He sucks on the tip so fiercely it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain, and I whimper, digging my hands into his clothing.

“Fuck. I’ve been staring at these pretty tits all night, watching them heave with every breath you take. How am I supposed to concentrate?” He flicks his thumb over my nipple and then lowers his head again, nipping and sucking on the sensitive tip. “Want to fuck you, Aspeth. Are you ready?”

That makes me pause. “You—do you meanhere? In the alley? Or in general? Because I’d rather my first time not be in the streets—”

“Not here,” he growls, and when he looks up at me, his eyes are gleaming red in the moonlight. “Home. Tonight. But I’m gonna make you come first.”

And he mouths my nipple with such obscene dedication that all I can do is moan and cling to him. His tongue is big and broad, and it feels as if he’s going to swallow my entire breast, but he only teases it, toying with my nipple until it’s flushed and sensitive and every brush of his lips over my skin is making everything tingle.

He pulls up my skirts and fits me against his hips. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I do, panting, and when he bucks his hips against mine, I realize he’s freed his cock from his pants and the hard length of him is rubbing against my pussy underneath my layers of clothing.

“Where are your drawers?” he grits out, surprised when his cock slicks through the folds of my pussy.

“Not…wearing tonight,” I manage, locking my arms around his neck. “We’re not having sex here, right?”

“Just rubbing,” he promises me. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His cock glides through the wetness of my folds, dragging and striking against everything, and it feels as if I’ve caught on fire when the head of him slides against my clit. “I’m going to come on you, mark you with my seed. Your pussy is going to be soaked.”

I gasp at what a filthy mental image it is. “Do it.”

Hawk groans, thrusting against me, and then hot seed spills all over my skin even as he shudders over me. He comes, and it’s a rich mess ofslick heat that spurts over my thighs and pussy, coating my skin. I cling to him, watching his face as he climaxes, and it’s fascinating how tightly wound he is…and then seeing him relax with a haze of pleasure. I scratch absently at the short, stubbly fur that covers his neck, the deep russet that almost matches his guild uniform.

He leans over me, nearly crushing me to the wall. “Too fast,” he manages. “I should have lasted longer.”

“I didn’t mind.” I squirm a little, because I’m wet and sticky down below my skirts and it’s a strange feeling.

Hawk rubs his big head over the top of mine. “But you didn’t come, did you? And after I promised I’d take good care of you.”

His hand slips under my skirts, sliding into the wetness between my thighs. I whimper in surprise as his fingers drag through my labia, seeking my clit—and then I hiss because I’m so wet down there that his gentle, seeking fingers practically glide over my skin. He holds me close, murmuring sweet nonsense in my ear about how pretty I am and how much he likes it when I lose control, and all the while my thighs quiver and quake as he fingers me into bliss.

“That’s better.” He presses his muzzle to my sweaty brow in what must be a Taurian version of a forehead kiss, and then gently sets me onto my feet. I sway, knees weak, and he puts a supporting arm around my waist, even as he adjusts my skirts, smoothing them so they hang properly. Once that’s done, he adjusts my bodice, tucking my shameless breast back into my chemise and then adjusting the entire thing so my clothing looks pristine…and hides the mess between my thighs.

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