“Five seconds,” he rasped, stepping back and pinning me with a fierce look. “You’ve got five seconds to leave, and I won’t touch you. But if you stay, sweetheart, I’m going to eat that pussy I’ve been dreaming about. I don’t want there to be any confusion between us. No misunderstandings. Stay, and I’m going to flip your skirts up, spread your thighs, and lick you until you scream. And you will, Mirella. You’ll scream yourself hoarse, saying my name and begging for more. And no kiss will ever compare to the one I’m about to give you between your legs.”

My heart knocked against my ribs. Moisture flooded my sex, the memory of his shadows making my inner muscles clench.

“Five,” he said, his chest heaving. The bulge between his legs sent my pulse skittering higher. If I’d had any doubts he liked women, they were firmly settled now.

The scent of hay and my arousal lifted around me, spinning me back to the stable when I’d watched Andrin fuck him. A whimper escaped me.

“Four.”

Could I do this?ShouldI do this? I had a choice to make. I’d gone from having no options to being confronted by difficult decisions.

“Three.”

But this one didn’t seem so hard. My fingers curled into fists as his dare swirled between us. I glanced at the open door behind him. I could leave. He wouldn’t touch me if I got up and walked away.

“Two.”

What would it be like to have his mouth on me? Not a shadow he controlled, buthim, his mouth branding me in the most intimate way possible? My thighs clenched, desire scorching me.

“One last chance, Mirella,” he whispered.

I didn’t move.

He was on his knees in a blur of black hair and purple eyes. Rough hands tossed my skirts to my waist and shoved my legs apart. I fell backward, my shoulders striking the wooden stall door behind me as he found the slit in my drawers and ripped it wide, the sound of shredding fabric shocking in the quiet stable.

I gasped, waiting for him to plunge his face to my center. Instead, he held my stare, his amethyst eyes glittering. With agonizing slowness, he smoothed his hands up my bare thighs, his sigils black against my paler skin.

My breath trembled. I buried my fingers in the hay beneath, clinging to the bale. Cool air caressed my clit, which felt so swollen and hot that part of me wanted to slam my legs shut.

But he held them open, his fingers sliding higher. He slicked his thumbs up either side of my pussy and spread me even wider, baring all my secrets to his gaze.

“Fuck,” he whispered, sounding pained. Wait, was something wrong? I squirmed on the bale, thinking to escape, when he lifted his eyes and said, “You’re so fucking beautiful here. All pink and creamy for me. And these pretty red curls…” He spread me wider, and the air strokedinsideme. A growl rumbled his throat.

“Fuck,” he repeated, then licked a hot path from my opening to my clit.

And any sign of restraint disappeared.

He thrust his nose and mouth into my pussy, his growls vibrating my sensitive flesh as he licked and stroked his way from my entrance to my throbbing clit. Shivers coursed through me. My body moved on its own, my hips lifting as pleasure pummeled me in blistering hot waves.

“Rane,” I panted, shoving my fingers into his hair.

“Louder,” he ordered between swipes of his tongue.

“Wh-What?” I gasped, writhing on the bale.

He hooked me under the knee and shoved one of my legs higher. Pulling back enough to meet my eyes, he licked my arousal from his lips.

“I promised you’d scream my name, love. So let’s hear it.” He leaned in and sucked my clit hard, fluttering his tongue over the aching point.

Pleasure wrenched a squeal from my throat as I bucked against his mouth. My release barreled toward me, a wave cresting so high I wasn’t certain I’d survive it.

A noise drew my head up.

Andrin stood in the stable’s doorway, his blue eyes locked on Rane’s head between my legs.

Panic sheared through me. “Rane!” I gasped, shoving at his head. “Rane, stop.”

“He’s been there a while,” Rane said against my pussy. He thrust a finger inside me, then closed his teeth over my clit.