Page 5 of Blood of Ancients

I brought my wrists out of his hold. Put my hands in his dark hair, cherishing the man who kneeled at me like I was his queen. Tangling and losing myself as my head rolled back. “Oh gods, Sven. Lokifuck me, that feels perfect.”

His head popped up, dark eyes stabbing into me, lips glistening from my arousal. “Loki isn’t fucking you, little menace. I am.”

Chapter 3

Ravinica

SVEN PUSHED HIS FACEharder against my pussy, feasting on my heat and expertly weaving his tongue over my tight clit.

I was forced back a step, my big ass flattening against the cold stone of the wall next to my cot.

His ministrations were eager, needy, and brought a thrum of pressure clawing up my spine and rattling through my body, building at the base of my belly.

It took everything to resist sitting on his face and suffocating him in my wet heat. But I knew if I did that, I’d have no one to bend me into a pretzel and have his way with me. No one to show me my place and claim me.

I needed more. While Sven’s tongue was delectable, it wasn’t enough. Another few seconds and I’d crush his skull with my damned thighs, I was so horny. He’d thank me for it too, because he was as much of a freak as I was.

Say one thing for these cramped underground quarters: They allowed me to get increasingly closer with my mates.

As if reading my mind, Sven stood from his knees, bringing that devilish tongue up my body, along my belly, flicking my nipples teasingly before he was eye-level with me.

“Delicious,” he murmured, licking his lips.

I groped for his belt, pulling and yanking the buckle while our eyes locked and we embraced with another kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue. It set off a flurry of white-hot sensations inside me.

When I got this way, there was no stopping me. I wouldn’t be tamed, which was the perfect coupling for an animal like Sven Torfen. “My turn,” I breathed in a daredevil voice.

Before he could answer, I dropped to my knees and hoisted his hard cock out of his jeans, pulling his pants down to free the beast. His cock swung out, smacking against my chin with my face too close. Precum spilled across my lips and I dove in, wrapping my lips around his velvety length and teasing his ridge with my tongue.

He was thick, warm, and filled my mouth. His balls were certainly no longer in his stomach—they clapped lightly against me when he thrust a single time to the back of my throat and made me gag.

“Fuck, menace, you’re going to be the death of me.” His hand wrapped in my silver hair and he held me still so he could fuck my face.

Choked tears came to my eyes. A knowing smile to my lips. He slammed his dick into me and held me by the hair. He was unraveling before me and I was the cause of it. It was empowering, giving me control—even as he wrested it from me and face-fucked the thoughts out of my head.

Sven was not a gentle lover. He never claimed to be, and I loved him for it. I knew what I would get with him: passionate, violent trysts that would have me remembering the lustful moments days later, have me crawling back for more.

That was why I waited at the ladder for him to return from his field duties: so I could get one last taste of the dominant shifter before classes started tomorrow. My other mates were off preparing for the start of the term. I knew Sven would want torelieve some of his frustrations after being out in the cold for so long.

I was the perfect conduit for his release, and he was the chord that made my body sing.

Roughly, he lifted my face off his cock by my hair, commanding my every movement. I gave in to the bliss, the pain bruising the back of my throat once he was sadly no longer there.

Sven growled, “Enough,” as he brought me to my feet. He smeared spilled blood across my cheeks, ravenously kissing me while cupping both sides of my face—tasting himself on my lips just like I had tasted myself on his.

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