Page 93 of Blood Mosaic

Oleg’s mouth watered, but this was not the place to feed from her. Her body was inches away from climax, primed by his kisses and the low vibration of energy he sent over her skin. Not to influence her mind but to heighten her arousal.

As he slid two fingers inside her, he realized he wasn’t ready to make her come yet. She was deliciously open to him even though her body was fully clothed. He wanted to tease her a little bit.

He broke off their kiss. “Do you like a lover to lick your breasts, little wolf? Shall I use my tongue next time?”

Her hand reached out, searching for something to grab, but there was nothing.

“Touch yourself,” he told her. “Touch your breast the way you want me to touch it next time.”

“Oleg—”

“Do it.” He watched her grab the pert little breast and squeeze hard, desperate for release. “Mmm. You don’t need soft touches, do you?”

Good. Oleg could be gentle if he needed to be, but he preferred a shout over a whisper.

Her pussy was swollen and weeping around his fingers. He removed his hand, and she bit her lip in frustration.

“Bastard,” she panted.

Oleg smiled and followed her eyes as they watched the journey from her pussy to his tongue. Her lips were cherry red and swollen from his bruising kisses.

He laved her honey from his fingers. “Delicious.” Oleg licked his lips before he slid his hard fingers back inside her pussy.

Her body gripped his hand. She was desperate and nearly weeping from desire.

“Do you want to come now?”

She nodded helplessly.

“Good.” He brushed a kiss over her lips. “Now bite my lip like you promised me, volchitsa. I want to feel your teeth.”

Frustration and desire flared in her eyes, and Tatyana sank her blunt little teeth into Oleg’s lower lip as he stroked her harder and faster, flicking her clitoris with the flat of his thumb.

He hummed in pleasure as her teeth broke his skin. He curved his fingers up and pressed harder.

Tatyana released his lip, nearly choking as her climax came in crashing waves. He felt her muscles release and contractagainst his hand, her thighs pressing together as her body shuddered and a hoarse cry erupted from her throat.

“Too much!” She panted and gripped his wrist. “Too much, too much.”

Oleg smiled in satisfaction and eased back his strokes even as his cock raged with unsated desire.

There was nothing like watching a woman come. The only thing that could improve the experience was taking her blood at the same time. Tatyana didn’t know it yet, but when she gave him her blood, the pleasure would be even more intense.

She clung to him, pressing her face to his neck and murmuring silent words against his skin.

After a few lingering aftershocks, Oleg took his fingers from between Tatyana’s thighs and licked them clean. Then he pulled her skirt down and straightened her suit before he pushed the car door open and lifted her in his arms.

Tatyana tensed as soon as the cold night air hit her skin. “You didn’t?—”

“Not tonight, volchitsa.” He kicked the door closed and strode toward the dark and empty house. “You need to rest, and I need to make some calls.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Tatyana closed the door to her room in Oleg’s house, set all three locks, and pressed her back to the door before she slid down to the floor, her knees giving out under the storm happening in her mind and body.

What have you done?

What have you done?

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