Page 135 of Her Psycho Beasts

Her breath tickles my chin. “What?” she asks curiously. She’s not talking about the binding.

“You are made for me,” I say, tying a second knot.

She smiles before grunting a little.

“Not too tight?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

I take her chin in my fingers and survey her now swollen bottom lip. That was from me. My bite. And she would have more of my marks before the night’s end. My cock bumps against her soft, warm thigh, and I inhale sharply at the contact.

She looks down at my hard length and licks her lips. “I want you in my mouth.” She’s breathing hard and by the ever-loving gods is the hungry look on her face going to drive me rabid.

“You’re not going to get what you want.” It’s going to take all my strength to deny her because I know exactly what her body craves. I can feel it in the silence between her heartbeats. I can feel it in the way her blood suffuses her cheeks. So I lean down and make sure she understands me. “You’re not going to get what you want, Aurelia.” I rub my thumb against her bottom lip, marvelling at its pillow-softness. “I’m going to get whatIwant.”

“And what’s that?” she whispers.

I bite her upper lip this time. She sucks in a breath and her tongue sneaks out to taste me. Pulling back, I cast my gaze possessively down at her luscious perfection. She quivers with excitement, arching her back in offering before I say, “All of you.”

Her heart hammers, and I savour the sound of her desire in my ears, my own heart mirroring my regina’s. I run gentle fingers down her neck, caressing our mating mark before reverently grazing her collarbones and making my way down to her nipples. The brown buds are taut, and I pinch one tightly, and then the other.

She presses herself into my touch.

My resolve weakens and I bend my knees so I can wrap my arms under her ass, hoisting her up so I can take a nipple into my mouth. I suck hard and she sighs into the cave ceiling.

Tonight, I will taste all of her. Every rise and fall of her curves, I will mark into memory, every inch of her skin branded with my tongue and teeth. I scrape my teeth against her nipple and she squeaks in protest. I sample her other nipple, holding her tight and burying my face into her soft flesh. She mewls gently, and the sound of her pleasure under my mouth drives me wild.

I take her to the ground with me, my movements frantic, and laying her on my soft blanket, I roll her onto her side and raise her upper leg, hoisting it over my shoulder as I move in toexplore the part of her that calls to me as fiercely as the open ocean. Her centre. Her core.

Her pussy glistens under the soft light, and I drive my tongue between her silken folds, excited to taste each part of her most sensitive places.

My regina’s scent is bright and wild. It speaks of immeasurable power, and in the same vein, it speaks of gentle touches under moonlight, of soft kisses upon the sand. I groan as I feast on her, my lips and tongue hungry and exploring as I eat my fill.

She cries a sweet song into the air, writhing against my mouth, guiding me to where she likes it best. I caress her calf, then press my fingers into the warm flesh of her thighs, reaching up to find her hips, encouraging them to move.

Before I sharply slap her on the ass.

The fact that she can’t touch me is making her feral, just as I knew it would. She cries my name and I close my eyes as it makes the same type of wildness rise up in me. I slap her ass again, licking and sucking and tasting, allowing her juices to coat my face, my chin.

I want to drown in her.

“Gods, I need you!” she cries. “Please, Scythe. Please!”

I chuckle into her pussy. Begging so soon. My shark thrashes viciously.Give her what she wants. Give our regina what she needs. Serve her. Obey her.

Her power tickles my lips, a zing of electricity that makes my mouth tingle. Her power is searching for release. For union.

I rear back, a fist coming to my cock and squeezing it hard. I cannot allow our powers to mingle. It would be the final nail in my coffin.

“Scythe?” Aurelia gasps, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

Presenting herself to me.

“Wild Mother,” I whisper, rubbing a hand over my jaw.

She makes me want to give everything up. She makes me want to surrender everything to her.

Quickly, I take her calf and roll her over onto her stomach, helping to pull her up to kneeling.

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