Page 99 of Wrath

Devlin released a strangled noise, and I decided I’d teased him enough…at least for now.

Gripping my right breast, I carefully guided the tip to his slightly parted lips. He exhaled shakily, his warm breath creating a barrage of goose bumps across my skin, and then closed his mouth over my nipple, sucking it hungrily. His hands once again flexed by his sides, but he didn’t make a move to touch me, knowing that would only lead to punishment.

I slid my aching breast out of his mouth—ignoring his growl of outrage—and replaced it with the other one. His tongueimmediately teased my neglected nipple, swirling around the nub until it was a hard pebble.

“Yes, Devlin. Yes,” I moaned, squeezing my eyelids shut as he alternated between my tits.

Kissing them. Sucking them. Licking them. Biting them. I was sure marks covered them, but that only amplified my desire tenfold.

After a few moments, I grabbed his shoulders and gently pushed him back, which he did so without complaint. Desire hooded his eyes, and his cock was so hard, it actually looked painful. The tip leaked precum.

I shimmied out of my jeans—making sure to make my breasts jiggle becausehello, this man fucking loved my tits—and then tossed them aside. I now only wore a pair of light-pink panties, the bottom already soaked through with my arousal.

I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and guided his face to my pussy.

“You know what you need to do,” I rasped, desire coursing through my veins like lightning.

Devlin hovered there for a few moments, his nose brushing against my most sensitive area, before he planted a chaste kiss to my panty-clad pussy.

“Devlin…” I threw my head back against the top of the seat, my fingers tightening in his curls.

I wanted to snap at him not to tease me, but it felt so fucking good. I didn’t think he could do anything to me I wouldn’t like.

Besides, I could always punish him afterwards…

He kissed my inner thigh—each soft press of his mouth sending my senses spiraling—before finally licking me through my panties. I felt his wet tongue through the lace of my underwear and instinctively bucked my hips, seeking more. He licked me again and again before grabbing the waistband of my panties with his teeth. His gaze flicked in my direction, a silentquestion in his eyes, and I nodded wordlessly, lifting my hips so he could drag down my underwear with his teeth.

“You are so goddamn beautiful, Z,” he rasped, staring at me as if he had never seen me before.

The love in his eyes caused my chest to ache, my heart to pound even faster.

Embarrassingly enough, heat rose to my cheeks. My mates made me feel beautiful every single day, but I sometimes wondered if they were delusional or biased. Yet, when he was staring at me like that…

I felt beautiful.

Sexy, even.

Worthy of standing beside these men I loved.

His touch as soft as feathers, he grabbed my foot and brought it to his shoulder. Then he kissed the inside of my ankle, a fleeting kiss that made me see stars.

Another kiss, this one to my knee.

Another to my inner thigh.

And another, and another, and another…

I felt his breath against my pussy, and I started to squirm.

“Devlin, stop it,” I growled.

“You smell so fucking good, baby.” He inhaled greedily, his nose dragging across my pussy lips. “I could live in your pussy if you let me.”

“Weirdo.”

A sinful smirk curled up his lips, and he finally lifted his eyes away from my pussy to stare at me. The stark hunger in his gaze nearly undid me. As it was, I felt myself unraveling, threads of myself expanding in all directions, reaching for a pleasure that was currently just out of my reach.

As abruptly as it arrived, the smile on Devlin’s face faded. He stared up at me with earnest eyes emanating a dozen different emotions.

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