Page 64 of Ember's Claim

Veryn moves from leaning over her to kneeling behind her with his legs on either side of mine. “Well, at least you kept the tail. My dragon says thanks.” The bed jostles with the movement of him climbing off the end. He grabs my legs, tugging me down until my knees hang off. Which probably puts Ember’s ass right at the edge. “Push up a bit, so I can lick your pussy,” he growls.

Ember follows his command as her tongue flicks over her canines where they’re still embedded in my skin. If she doesn’t remove them quickly, my healing could cause both of us a significant issue. Luckily, she tugs them free, sliding her tongueover the indents to seal them just before my natural healing kicks in.

Ember groans, wiggling her hips as she uses her hands on my shoulders to push up until she can meet my eyes. Her pretty blue orbs are huge, and her teeth dig into her lower lip.

We’re partially bonded, and we haven’t even kissed.

“I didn’t mean to take your choice—” She cuts off as I lean up, capturing her puffy lips.

She gasps, wrapping her hand around the back of my head. Her fingers dig into my hair painfully, and I kinda like how aggressively she holds me in place.

Her other hand slides down my side, and when she gets to the bottom of the material, she tugs my shirt up.

I’m so overwhelmed. Everything is moving at lightning speed, but she groans against my lips, nodding as her cheek brushes mine.

“This…off.” Ember releases my hair to grab the other side of my T-shirt. She pulls back enough that she can tug it off over my head. It lands somewhere near the pillows, but my eyes don’t leave her face.

I’m in so fucking far over my head. Her hair was braided the last time I saw her, meaning she either took it out before changing into her wolf or the change did away with the braids.

Her blondish-brown hair falls around her shoulders as her nails dig into my pecs. She stares at my chest, but she might be focused on whatever Veryn is doing to make such wet, slick sounds fill the air. Her shoulders tremble, and I ache to elicit those reactions from her.

Everything has moved at lightning speed since she came out of nowhere and saved my ass. You’d think for having close to two hundred years in age on her and the dragon that I’d be the one most comfortable.

Only, I purposely saved myself for my mate.

After seeing the hell my biological father put my mom through by notwaiting for his mate… It was an easy decision to make.

Granted, I never thought it would take so long for her to make an appearance, but I have zero regrets.

My hands land on Ember’s sides as she stretches up to kiss me. She must be using her knees to hold her up because she barely puts any weight on me as she trails her nails down my chest and over my abs.

My cock is rock hard and desperate.

The softness of her tongue teasing mine. The way her hair brushes my cheeks and shoulders as she moves. Even the feeling of her tits brushing my chest.

It’s all so fucking much to process.

And I know I’m supposed to be doing more, but that’s hard when Veryn has us both trapped in place.

So, I give in to the tantalizing kiss and warm brush of her tits against my chest. I’m obsessed with how soft her skin is under my fingertips, and I tease from her back down to squeeze her ass. My hands brush Veryn’s forearm, but I ignore him.

I damn well intend to enjoy my first time…no matter who else is in attendance.

Ember nibbles at my lower lip, and the swirling of her tongue around the ache distracts me as she undoes my jeans. Her fingers brush over my lower stomach, and she slides under the material.

I groan into our kiss and lock my muscles to keep from trying to roll us.

Ember’s hand wraps around my shaft, and she moans. “Holy shit, that’s new.”

“Yeah, feline shifters have spikes,” I say, trying to find another way to describe the mini-hooks or barbs.

Fuck, do we really have to have an audience for this conversation?

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ember

“Iwas prepared for a knot, but the little spiky things are fun.” I shrug, teasing my palm over them. “They don’t seem to hurt, and the ribbing effect will probably feel nice.” My face falls forward as Veryn rakes his fingers across my G-spot and lavishes his tongue over my clit. “Right there, Veryn. Oh…”

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