Page 56 of The Blood Moon Oath

"Oh fuck..." My kitten moans, grinding against my mouth. Her hands fist in my hair, holding me in place as she rides my face with increasing fervor.

I groan against her slick heat, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her core. My tongue delves deep, lapping at her essence as I savor her unique flavor. She tastes divine - sweet and tangy, with an underlying musk that's uniquely her.

Sable rocks her hips, coating my chin and cheeks with her juices as she chases her pleasure. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, the muscles taut with tension. I can feel her walls fluttering around my invading tongue, growing tighter by the second.

"That's it, kitten," I growl, the words muffled against her sensitive flesh. "Use my mouth. Take what you need."

I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard, flicking the swollen bud rapidly with the tip of my tongue.

Sable throws her head back with a sharp cry, her fingers tightening almost painfully in my hair as her orgasm crashes over her. Her hips jerk erratically, grinding down against my mouth as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her small frame.

"Torin!" she keens, my name falling from her lips like aprayer and a curse all at once. Her release floods my mouth and chin, the taste of her ecstasy exploding across my tongue.

As the aftershocks subside, Sable slumps forward, bracing her hands on the ground above me. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin despite our snowy surroundings. Slowly, she lifts herself off my face, collapsing beside me in the snow.

For a long moment, neither of us speak.

"You're an asshole," she says. "For leaving me a virgin."

I chuckle darkly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Careful, kitten. Insults like that might earn you a spanking."

Rolling onto my side, I prop myself up on one elbow, looming over Sable's prone form. My free hand traces idle patterns along her hip and thigh, fingertips dipping teasingly close to her still-sensitive core.

"But you're right. I am an asshole. A selfish, controlling, dominant asshole who wanted your first time to be perfect." My voice drops to a low rumble, eyes boring into hers with fierce intensity. "I didn't want to rush it, kitten. Didn't want to take something so precious in a moment of heated lust."

Leaning down, I capture her lips in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

My hand slides higher, cupping her breast and kneading the soft flesh. I roll her nipple between my fingers, pinching and tugging until it pebbles under my touch.

"I'm far from done with you, kitten. In time, all you'll know is the feeling of my cock buried inside you, claiming you, owning you completely."

She smacks my hand away from her chest and grins. "Lost your chance." She rolls away and grabs her scattered clothing, not bothering to put it on. "Now shift back into a cat so I can ride again."

I grin wickedly and she rolls her eyes. "Not like that, you perv. So I can ride you back home. I want to feel the wind against my skin."

Home.

She said the word.

My kitten wants me to take her home.

Chapter

Thirty

KAEL

I’m back in the keep, and I can feel her. Even from here, even through the walls, the pulse of the binding between us is like a whisper in my veins. At first, it was a slow trickle, a faint tug that kept me tethered to her no matter the distance. But now? Now it’s different. I can feel her more than ever, her every shift, every thought, every emotion.

There’s a distance there, a stretch in the connection that hasn’t been there before. It’s like a thread pulled taut, fraying at the edges, and I know what that means. She’s pulling away. She’s angry.Hatesme, even.

I grit my teeth as I pace the room, my hands flexing, aching with the need to act. I don’t need the bond to tell me that she’s conflicted. I can feel it—the pull of something, orsomeone, else. And thatsomeoneis not me.

Torin.

Her desire is unmistakable. I can feel it like a fire racingthrough the bond, hot and unrelenting, burning with a hunger that’s not for me. It’s for him.

Fuck.

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