Page 127 of Bane of the Wild Hunt

And yet I commanded the attention of this godlike man so wholly, and it made me feel wildly powerful.

He hissed in pleasure as I slid up his hips so his cock was nestled between my legs, and his hands tightened on my waist like he wanted me to keep moving. My intention had been to explore his muscular chest and abdomen the way he had done to me, but now I was curious about the thick ridge trapped under me. It was harder than expected, but velvety and supple, and it felt unbelievably good just sliding through my slick heat.

I glanced up as his eyes closed and he arched slightly, reminding me that it was also the first time he had ever experienced anything like this. And the reminder that he was irrevocably mine, that every intimate part of him had been saved for me, was a heady thought that made me feel almost feral in my craving for him.

I began to shift slowly back down his thighs, tilting my hips so my clit ran along his entire delicious length while I watched his face tense in pleasure. Once I felt the ridge at the head of his cock, I looked down and could not look away again as it finally bobbed free from under my pelvis and sprung almost straight upright.

My first thought was a bit panicked since it seemed even more prominent than I remembered from my quick glance in the Dominus prison. I wasn’t even sure how all of him was supposed to fit inside of me, but Riordan was watching my reaction, so I tried not to show uncertainty.

I reached out, and he drew in his breath hard before my hand even wrapped around him. He was firm and smooth as I stroked my fingers tightly from his base to where the tip widened into a mushroom shape. He was so especially sensitive there, and his hands clenched in the sheets while his cock pulsed in my hand. I hadn’t realized that his cum could seep out of him before sex,but I watched in awe as a pearlescent bead formed in the slit at the tip of him.

I was moving before I had really thought about what I was about to do, and I heard him gasp in anticipation just before my lips parted around the head of his cock. In my peripheral vision, I saw his head ram into the mattress, and his next groan was visceral as his fingers threaded through my hair and clenched. His girth stretched my jaw almost unbearably wide, and I had to use my hand to get to the base of him, but I couldn’t stop. Not when I could tell how much he was enjoying it from the guttural sounds he made as he writhed helplessly under my thrall.

“Amira,” he gasped my name, his voice ragged as if he had been punched in the gut. “It feels like I…”

I was pretty sure I knew what he could feel coming, even though I had never seen a man ejaculate. The way his abdominals and thighs were tensing, the way he was pushing his head into the mattress, and his chest rose fast with every breath… I was sure this was how it looked.

He gave a breathless groan, and his whole body tensed a second before he came. I hadn’t realized how forcefully he would erupt in ropy spurts up his chest or how visceral the release would make my mate. His groan was unapologetically loud and rough as he arched and twisted his hands in the sheets.

I had a strange impulse to taste him and leaned forward once he was done to lick the tip of him and then down his length again. The taste was an unexpected but intriguing combination of salty and slightly sweet which I could not help savouring until his cock was cleaned.

Riordan had yet to move and lay breathing so deeply that his stomach flexed with each heavy exhale. He finally tilted his head to look at me, and I smiled at the mixture of surprise and satisfaction in his golden eyes.

“Haven’t you ever…?” I began to ask, but I trailed off in pure astonishment when he shook his head right away. “Not even by yourself?”

Riordan’s brows rose at my shock, and then his eyes searched mine as he contemplated my question.

“I didn’t know I could… do that,” he admitted, and I followed his gaze as it lowered to the semen still speckled across his chest.

“You do know what we’re supposed to do tonight?”

“I only started to feel these urges after my curse was broken but always understood the basic function of sex,” he assured me. He conjured a damp towel to begin wiping the semen off his chest. “I also asked Ares for advice.”

“You asked Ares for advice?” I gaped.

“I wanted to please you. I asked Helena first, I thought perhaps a woman might be a better source of information, but she was unwilling to entertain the conversation.”

“So then you askedAres.”

“Was that wrong? I have heard many of his previous lovers praise his talents—”

“Okay,” I interrupted him, unsure if I wanted to be told this information about my guardian whom I was quickly beginning to consider a friend. “So you really didn’t know you could do this yourself?” I verified as I reached out to touch his cock that felt much softer now. “No wonder you were prepared to let the city burn down tonight.”

“Do witches do it on their own? Have you?” he asked, flicking his eyes up to me with avid curiosity.

“Just by myself,” I admitted, wondering if he would be upset by that, but he merely looked fascinated by this.

He had finished cleaning his chest, vanishing the cloth as he sat up and threaded his fingers through my hair to draw me forward to kiss me briefly.

“What do you do?” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine, and I could barely catch my breath as I worked up the nerve to answer him.

“I just… touch myself,” I answered, and I knew what he would want before he could even ask me.

“I want to watch you do it. Will you show me?”

I was no stranger to masturbating, although I hadn’t been able to do it in a long time, but I never imagined that I would do it in front of someone else.

“Okay,” I agreed coyly, and he released me so I could sink down onto my backside.

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