Page 21 of Prayers for the Prickly

“Special talent,” I murmured, tickling the sensitive skin on his neck and shoulder each time I moved my mouth.

“Special torment,” he sighed, beginning to roll his hips. I still had his hands pinned, which made the sight of him undulating beneath me even more sexy. For a moment I just held myself poised over him and watched as he rolled his body against me. Never seen nothing that beautiful, ever, and I’d seen some pretty cool shit over the years.

August was just phenomenal, though, hands down, the most amazing man I’d ever laid eyes on. So what if there might be some bias because he was my mate. The way he moved was breathtaking and deserved to be appreciated.

I’d neglected his other nipple, so I turned my attention there, licking over this one before blowing warm pair over the skin I’d just dampened. He really seemed to get off on this new sensation, judging from the way he rocked his head side to side and keened, whining for me to do it again. Happy to oblige him, I swirled the tip of my tongue around the pebbled nub this time, flicking it with my tongue occasionally before I blew air over it.

“Yup,” I breathed against his skin. “A very special torment indeed. I bet I can dream up a whole collection of them, just for you.”

“That a threat or a promise?” he gasped, then hissed when I nipped his other nipple.

“Both,” I cautioned. “It’ll only be a threat if you’ve been particularly naughty.”

“What’s the penalty for being naughty?” he asked as he sighed and let his head loll against the pillow.

“Oh, there is no penalty for being naughty. Naughty I love. Naughty I wholeheartedly encourage. Particularly naughty, however, has its own definition. It’s not even one of those things that can be accurately described, you’ve just gotta fuck around and find out, or witness someone else finding out after they fucked up, and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.”

The scent of the slick he was producing tickled my nose and made drool pool at the corners of my mouth. I needed to taste him, but to do that I’d have to let go of his hands.

“Keep them on the pillow and don’t even think about moving them,” I growled when he went to move the moment I released his wrists.

Groaning, he did as I said, eyes filled with heat and desire as his abdominal muscles rippled. He sat enough to look down his body, to where I was slowly kissing my way between his legs. His thighs has grown sticky with it, I could see it glistening where the moonlight hit it. I slid down his body and the leg he’d had hooked over my hips slowly drew up over my body before coming to rest over my shoulder.

I deliberately took the time to lap it from his inner thighs, pressing a kiss to his opening before proceeding to the other side. This time, instead of kissing his opening, I licked over it when I reached it again, and he arched up and draped his other leg over my shoulder, his arms never leaving the pillow where I’d told him to put them.

Lowering my head, I lapped, dipping my tongue in his opening as his knees tightened around my head. He raised his hips and my tongue plunged deeper. Slick flowed over my tongue as I breathed in the scent of his arousal while he rode my face, chasing a completion I wouldn’t allow him to have.

We still weren’t ready for that.

Easing up, I slid my hands beneath his ass and tugged him farther down the bed. “Keep those arms over your head,” I said as I drew my hands up his legs, until I reached his knees and spread them a little farther. With the way my beard had made him clench and giggle when it’d rubbed it over his belly and across his throat, I was hoping for the same reaction when I rubbed it against his inner thighs.

He didn’t disappointment me. His abs flexed as he snorted, body wracked with shudders and shivers as he started giggling again. I chose the moment he was squirming to lick over his opening again and slide my tongue back inside, my hold on his knees keeping him from closing them and wrapping them around me as I tormented him again.

“You really, really don’t play fair, do you?” he gasped.

“I play fair all the time,” I informed him. “I just have my own definition for what I consider fair to be and I’m willing to bet it’s vastly different from yours.”

When he sputtered, I knew that I had him there, and dove right back between his legs, licking, kissing and sucking us back toward the edge of oblivion again.

Chapter 8

August

He was killing me and all while making me feel like the most desired creature in the world. I could smell the scent of his rut creeping closer and wondered if the reason he was keeping us on edge was because he knew he’d lose all control the moment it overtook him. Just knowing that I was the one doing all of that to him sent my already over the top self-confidence soaring out of the stratosphere. This wasn’t just want, this was need and passion, the type of erotic dance I never pictured claiming to be.

Before he ever sought to mark me, Gregor was seeking to brand his scent on my body and my soul, the ultimate form of claim, when you couldn’t tell one member of a mated pair from the other. I felt the blunt thickness of his finger at my entrance, and immediately tightened around it and rocked my hips the moment it breached me. Helping to draw it in deeper just made the sensation that much more intense, especially when he splayed one big hand on my belly to control my movements. Now that he was the one in control, he drew it in and out slower, in between tickling me with his tongue as he licked over me. My body was producing so much slick, I didn’t see why he was taking the time to stretch me, but with each new finger he added, my knees shook harder. His voice cut through the haze of pleasure when he barked at me to keep them open while he continued toying with me. Arms stretched over my head, knees held wide by the growly intensity of his voice alone, I’d never felt so completely at ease turning control of my body over to someone else.

But this wasn’t just anyone, my hedgehog reminded me. This was our mate, our forever.

He was right, giving myself over to Gregor meant a lot more than giving myself over to someone just to ease a heat.

When he finally, mercifully saw fit to nudge at my opening with his cock instead of his hand, I felt my body cede to his intrusion, even as his hands closed around my waist and he yanked me closer, burying at least half of his length inside of me.

I hoped it was half.

Dear goddess, if that was less than half, this wolverine was going to break me in the best way possible. He withdrew only a little before yanking me to him again, thrusting more of himself inside of me.

A cry spilled from between my lips when he did it again, then there was only the glide and pounding stroke each time he entered me, everything erupting into silver lightning sparkles as he came inside of me, triggering my orgasm, too. As I clasped down around him, his knot began to swell, locking us together as my body milked him.

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