Page 66 of A Roar for Magic

“What’s happening?” he groaned between a series of kisses she placed all over his face the moment they stopped in front of the bed.

“You said we had to wait until I didn’t have stitches anymore and was completely healed before I could take advantage of you as much as I want. Well, guess what? I’m healed, no more stitches and it’s time for you to keep your promises.” She nibbled his ear as she ground into him. “Officially make me your mate. Now.”

He chuckled before kissing her deeply. “Think I’m that easy?”

She giggled. “Think? Nope.Know. We’ve literally waited long enough. I’m taking advantage of you tonight. A lot. Multiple times. And you’re going to do the same to me. I need you.”

“Is that why you wore this particular dress, little witch? Because you wanted to make sure you got yours as soon as we got back?”

“Yup.”

He lifted the hem up her legs, exposing her skin at an infuriating slow speed. Clover wanted to rush him, but it was intoxicating to see her man enjoying this moment as much as he was. Once he got to her thighs, he growled low. “You’re not wearing panties.”

She grinned. “I wanted to mess with you all night. To really torture you.”

“You naughty witch. I kept wondering but didn’t really think you’d gone that far.”

“I did. I’d do anything for you,” she whispered, her desire dampening at his words.

Rook ripped the dress off her and threw it on the ground. He growled again when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra either.

Rook dropped to his knees in front of her and her body flamed in understanding.

He ran his tongue along the seam of her, gripped her hips. “This isn’t gonna work. On the bed. Now.”

Clover giggled. “Bossy tiger.”

He smacked her ass, licking his lips. “I need more of you. Don’t make me wait, or you’ll regret it.”

FORTY-FOUR

Clover lay on the bed, and a still fully clothed Rook lay on top of her. He kissed a line down her body until he reached her navel. He tongued her belly button, making her moan before moving on to her slit. He licked his way up the seam again. His swipes were long and slow as he took his time exploring her slick folds. His tongue found the sensitive nub, and he toyed with it, suckling gently and nibbling on it.

Clover moaned his name, arching her hips to meet his mouth. Her body was consumed by the pleasure Rook gave her. He knew just where to lick, where to suck. How much pressure to apply. It was most definitely a mate thing.

The man knew how to touch her to drive her wild.

And he took his knowledge and brought her to the brink with it. Her release announced itself with powerful pangs of pleasure deep in her core. Sensing she was nearing completion, Rook dipped two fingers into her channel, pumping in and out of her in a fast but delicious rhythm.

Clover bucked off the bed, grinding into him as her orgasm exploded inside her. Rook growled his own pleasure at making his mate come on his tongue, rubbing his thick erection over his pants.

“I think you better let me handle that,” she sighed happily, making her way over to him on shaking limbs. She pulled his belt from its loops before tugging at the zipper. The pants and underwear were gone, quickly joined by the rest of his suit. Clover explored the hard ridges of his abs with the tips of her fingers. She followed the line of muscle down to his waiting erection, drawing out the moment.

“You’re being evil.”

She met his gaze with a grin, traveling back up much to his displeasure.

“What are you doing? Wrong way...”

Clover shrugged. “You’re impatient.”

“And you just came. Pretty sure that means it’s time for another one.”

“You think so?” she teased.

“Oh, I know what you need.” He reached over, his fingers pressing her chin up.

She grinned. Clover slowly ran her tongue down his thick shaft. Rook groaned her name, his hand going to her hair. She parted her lips and slowly took him into her mouth. She slurped at his girth before moving up and down. Her hand traveled down to cup his balls, massaging them while she took him as deep as she possibly could.

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