Page 102 of Legacy of Chaos

Heart pounding with excitement, he probed her gently with his tongue.

“Yes,” she whispered, throwing her head back. Her spine arched, thrusting her milky breasts into the night, the glow of the moon bathing her in a milky light.

She was perfect, a goddess he could worship all night long.

He licked her hungrily, pressing the flat of his tongue firmly against her smooth flesh, taking note of the textures, the flavors, theresponses. Hearing her sharp breaths and deep moans made his blood heat, and his cock throb.

Damn, he liked this. So much time wasted because of his hang-ups. So. Much. Time.

But he wouldn’t change anything. Cyan was the right person to introduce him to true pleasure. To help him get out of his head and into the moment.

He flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit, and she cried out, the sound joining the wolves’ song. Something stirred deep inside, something feral and elemental.

His mother was a werewolf, and even though he’d been immunized to prevent his animal nature from taking control, his DNA remained unchanged. Part of him reached out to the beasts, recognizing their calls to family. To mates.

With a low, deep growl, he penetrated Cyan with his tongue before sweeping up her cleft. He couldn’t wait any longer. His need to claim her now, in the dark night under the light of the waning moon, had become a primal directive—not because the lust demon in himneededit…but because the beast in himwantedit.

Wanted Cyan.

Lunging, he slid inside her. Tight, wet flesh clenched around his cock, rippling up and down his shaft in powerful waves. He barely pumped his hips; the sensations were so strong. And he wasn’t ready yet—

He came with a roar that made the wolves stop howling. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain ripped through him,spreading from his cock to his toes and to the top of his head. He could practically feel his brain synapses sparking from the overload.

It was incredible. Mind-blowing. And, as his orgasm waned and Cyan’s hit another level, he realized he hadn’t thought once about that day at the amusement park. His body hadn’t locked up, his stomach hadn’t roiled, and for once, the dampness on his skin came from something other than cold sweat.

Cyan bucked, taking him deep again as she moaned, triggering another firestorm of pleasure. It went on and on, orgasm after orgasm wrecking him.

As a lust demon, this was the way sex should have always been. A cascade of erotic responses instead of one torturous mix of mild pleasure, physical discomfort, and mental anguish.

“Cyan,” he breathed as he dragged her into the water so they could just float and feel the bliss.

“Mmm,” she hummed. Then she moaned, arching into him as another orgasm took her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He drew back just enough that he could watch her as she convulsed in his arms, water licking her breasts, her lower body wrapped around his waist.

Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and he’d never seen anything so erotic in his entire life. He wanted to see her like this every day, several times a day. And night.

Resting between bouts of pleasure, they floated like that for fifteen or twenty minutes. Stryke lost all sense of time, something he’d always been acutely aware of. But right now, he just didn’t care.

When the pleasure finally stopped, he lifted Cyan into his arms and carried her to the shower to rinse. Her sated smile and sultry voice had him wanting to go again before they’d even dried off, but she was tired, and so was he.

He gently tucked her into bed and went to fetch her a cup of chamomile tea, but by the time he returned, she was snoring softly, her body curled around her pillow.

Very carefully, he climbed into bed next to her and was out in seconds.

But not before he kissed her on the cheek and thanked her for coming into his life.

Chapter 25

Cyan woke to the aroma of coffee.

Yawning, she looked at her wrist comms. Five-fifteen in the morning. She blinked. Looked again.

Five-fifteen in the morning? On a freaking Sunday?

Swinging her feet off the mattress, she groaned at the ache in her muscles and the tenderness between her thighs. She and Stryke had gone several more rounds during the night, the sex both leisurely and urgent as he discovered everything he’d been missing out on his entire life.

“Teach me,” he’d growled into her ear, his deep voice rumbling all the way to her core. “Keep my brain busy.”

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