Page 76 of Shrine of Fire

I shuddered, scenting his neck. The oakmoss was heady, the whiskey adding a dash of spice, and I licked at his skin. “I want you on top of me.” I squirmed in his lap for emphasis.

Cuan groaned, and pushed me back onto the bed, bracing himself over me. “Aye, as my lady wishes.”

He looked down at me, his hair falling around his face like a curtain, and his expression softened. “I’ve never met someone like you.” He touched my cheek. “So serious but playful.”

He leaned over me and brushed his lips against my neck. His touch sent warmth winding through me. He slowly unbuttoned my nightdress, taking his time to kiss every inch of skin he exposed.

He slowed when he peeled my dress down enough to reveal my breasts. “Perfect,” he breathed, and took a nipple into his mouth.

I keened, digging my hands into his hair. The stubble around his lips scratched against the tender skin of my breast, adding a layer of sensation. Hooking a leg around his waist, I tried to press him down on top of me.

He gave me a wicked grin before switching to my other breast, lathing my nipple with his tongue. It felt like they were both directly connected to my clit, and I moaned.

“Cuan,” I panted, his oakmoss scent covering me. I still smelled a bit like Aki, Hashir, and Kalahar. The mingling of scents made my omega senses go off. All I needed was Stefan and I would be perfectly happy.

Licking his way down my stomach, Cuan paused to lift my hips up and pull my dress off. He stared with heat. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“You’re a tease.” I pouted. “All that grand talk of pleasuring ladies, and here you are, standing there, chit-chatting.”

Cuan brushed his hands lightly over the mound of my pussy before pulling away. “A tease? I thought this was foreplay.”

I shuddered. “You being in the room is foreplay.”

His face lit up at that. “I find you irresistible, too.”

He pressed his hands against my knees, making me spread them wide. “Let’s see how wet you are for me.”

My stomach flip flopped at that, and I spread my legs even wider for him. My heartbeat hammered in my chest, and desire pulsed through me.

Cuan sucked in a breath. “Look at you.” He brushed his fingertips over my lips with a groan. “So wet for me.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. His fingertips were rough, and the friction was almost enough to set me off.

He pushed two thick fingers inside me, and pleasure stole my breath. All I could manage was to pant, wordlessly. He curled his fingers, pumping in and out slowly. I whimpered, digging my heels into the mattress.

He watched me, dipping his head down and licking up between my lips. Eyelids fluttering, I arched up off the bed, desire pressing down on my skin, making everything feel tighter.

Cuan pushed my knees up higher to open me up even more, holding me down so I couldn’t move. That done, he buried his face into my pussy and speared me with his tongue.

I yelled, trying to arch my back up off the bed. He devoured me like I was his last meal, tongue licking up and down my lips before swirling inside me. He repeated the motion over and over, each time driving me to a higher peak. He licked up to my clit, and it set me off like a spark on dry kindling. I came with a shout, my thighs shaking, but he didn’t stop. He swirled his tongue inside me, licking my wetness like he was going to clean me up.

My eyes rolled back into my head, the pressure released from the first orgasm barely registering. “Cuan, please.”

“Please what,” he said, his voice thick.

“Your cock,” I whimpered. “I need you.”

He grumbled, licking up between my legs again. “You’ll get it when I say. This pussy is mine, and I’ll eat you out as long as I want.”

I moaned. Desire twisted through me, the pure possessiveness in his voice making me see stars.

“What the hell are they playing at?” Cuan nipped the inside of my thigh. “Between the four of them they should have no problem satisfying you.”

“I had amazing sex with Hashir and Aki this morning, and then Kalahar this afternoon,” I said, my voice getting higher as he circled my clit with his tongue.

“And Stefan?”

“Taking things slow,” I said between pants. “I don’t want to rush, not when I’m still all twisted up myself.”

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