Page 96 of Wickedly Yours

“Yes. It would be an honor to wear your mark.”

Humming in response, she ran her tongue over her canines.

“My possessive, ruthless little moonbeam, hm?” I eyed my mark on her neck. “Do you really want to?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy, and with a wave of my hands, I infused those canine teeth of hers with magic, sharpening them so she could leave a mark.

“Oh.” She ran her finger over the razor-sharp tooth. “Are these…?”

“Temporary,” I laughed. “But if you ever want them again, all you have to do is ask.”

“Mm.” Luna seemed to consider the idea before leaning into me to press her face against my neck. She inhaled deeply. “How do I do this? I don’t want to do it wrong.”

“You couldn’t.”

“And it won’t… hurt?”

“Did it hurt when I bit you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well… no.” She turned a beautiful shade of pink. “But…” I could tell she was thinking of that night. How the claiming had also beensexual.

Without her having to ask, I confirmed her thoughts. “It will be like that again. The wanting. Theneeding.”

“Oh.”

“I won’t be able to stop once I start. It’s a primal need built inside of us. To fuck andclaim. To make sure that our intended isours.Like prey.”

“Prey?” Her eyes widened. She was so sweet and naïve, like a little white bunny. Fuck, I could never tire of it. Not when every bit of my soul responded to hers.

“Mhm,” I responded, a hum that had her giggling as she placed her lips over my throat. She kissed a line down the sensitive skin, from right under my jawbone to over my pulse point and down to the crook of my neck.

Luna’s nose inhaled deeply, taking a drag of my scent.

And then, quick as a flash of lightning, she struck. Those teeth I’d given her buried into my skin, and she let out a small moan. Her bite wasn’t painful, but it sparked something in me—in my very being. Primal and possessive.

A grunt slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My blood burned hotter as she released my neck, her tonguerunning over the marks like I’d done to her. The saliva helped seal the claim, keeping the small marks visible on our skin.

“Zain,” she whimpered, even as her mouth remained poised over the same spot she’d just marked. Luna’s free hand drifted down between her thighs, parting her folds.

Her scent permeated the air, the thick aroma of arousal robbing me of the ability to think clearly. Lifting her up, I swapped our positions.

Luna, sitting on the throne, me kneeling below her. The only woman I’d ever kneel for—my Queen.

She didn’t have to tell me what she needed. We were one soul, one heart, living in two bodies. Her thoughts were my thoughts. Her wants were my wants.

Prying her knees apart, I buried my tongue between her folds, licking and sucking and devouring. I was dying of thirst, and her taste was the only thing that could quench it. In fact, I could get drunk off of it.

“Fuck,” she cried. “You’re so good at that. Don’t stop.”

Her hands buried themselves in my hair, trying to push me down deeper, and I flicked my tongue against her once in warning. “Luna, what do you want?”

A pant left her mouth. “To come.”

“Is my good girl going to come on my tongue and let me lap up all of her sweetness?”

“Yes. Please.”

My shadows wrapped around her wrists, pinning them to the arms of the chair before I did the same to her ankles, keeping her cunt slick and open for me.

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