Page 74 of Shadow's Claim

"Maybe they're just cold," I tease, though my breathlessness ruins the effect.

"Let me warm them, then."

His upper right hand cups my face with surprising gentleness, while his upper left tangles in my hair. His lower hands slide beneath me, lifting my hips to the perfect angle as he positions himself between my thighs. The benefit of four arms is something I've come to appreciate deeply.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he growls, his prehensile tongue extending to trace the shadow patterns along my neck. The sensation sends electric shivers down my spine, my body arching into his touch automatically. "Watching you with Nimara, helping the newcomers settle in... being so fucking responsible when all I wanted was to drag you back here and remind you who you belong to."

His crude language shoots straight to my core, slick gathering between my thighs. I should object to the possessiveness, but god help me, it turns me on more than I want to admit.

"I don't remember belonging to anyone," I manage, though my body betrays me as his tongue traces lower, finding the sensitive spot where neck meets shoulder—where his claiming mark permanently brands me as his.

"No?" His teeth graze the mark, sending a jolt of pleasure so intense I gasp. "Your body remembers. These shadows remember." One hand slides between my thighs, finding me embarrassingly wet already. "And this definitely remembers."

His finger circles my entrance with maddening restraint, gathering my arousal but not giving me what I need. When his prehensile tongue wraps around my nipple while his finger continues its teasing exploration, I can't hold back a moan.

"That's it," he encourages, voice dropping to that register that makes my insides melt. "Let me hear you. No need to be quiet tonight."

His tongue's flexibility is inhuman, wrapping completely around my nipple while still flicking the sensitive tip. The dual sensation combined with his teasing fingers makes me squirm beneath him, desperate for more contact.

"Kael, please," I gasp, past the point of pride.

"Please what?" He teases, all four hands working in concert now—two pinning my wrists above my head while the others continue their maddening exploration of my body. "Tell me exactly what you need, Nova."

"Touch me," I beg, hips lifting in desperate attempt to get more pressure where I need it most.

"I am touching you." His tongue moves to my other breast while his fingers continue circling my entrance without penetrating. "You'll need to be more specific."

God, he's infuriating. And incredible. And I'm going to explode if he doesn't stop teasing.

"I need you inside me," I finally manage, heat flooding my cheeks at having to voice it so plainly. "Now."

His answering growl is pure predator, shadows darkening around us as his control slips slightly. "Much better."

Without warning, two fingers slide inside me, curving to find that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. My back arches off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat at the sudden, perfect pressure. His thumb circles my clit while his fingers work magic inside me, building pressure so intense I can barely breathe.

"Look at you," he murmurs, glowing eyes tracking my every reaction. "So responsive. So perfect for me."

The praise shouldn't affect me the way it does, but something about his words sends another rush of heat through me. His fingers pick up speed, his rhythm becoming more demanding as my breathing grows ragged.

"Wait," I gasp, feeling myself teetering on the edge already. "I want—I need?—"

"Tell me," he demands, slowing his movements but not stopping completely. "What do you need, Nova?"

"You," I admit, reaching for him with hands he still holds pinned above my head. "All of you. Inside me."

The look that crosses his face is pure hunger—primal and possessive and so hot it should be illegal. His fingers withdraw, leaving me aching and empty for a moment before his prehensile cock takes their place, pressing against my entrance with delicious pressure.

"Like this?" he asks, pushing just the tip inside, enough to stretch me slightly but nowhere near enough to satisfy.

"More," I demand, lifting my hips to try to take him deeper. "All of you."

His shadows wrap more tightly around us both as he releases my wrists, all four hands now repositioning me beneath him. "Mine," he growls, entering me with one powerful thrust that fills me completely.

The stretch burns in the best possible way, my body adjusting to his inhuman size and shape. His prehensile cock moves independently inside me, reaching places no human could ever touch, the ridged surface creating friction that sends shocking waves of pleasure through my entire body.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, setting a rhythm that starts slow but quickly builds in intensity. "So tight, so wet, so perfect around my cock."

His crude praise drives me higher, my hands finding purchase on his powerful shoulders as he pounds into me. Two of his hands grip my hips, angling me perfectly for deeper penetration, while the others explore my body with possessive intent—one tangling in my hair to pull my head back, exposing my throat to his mouth, while the other finds my clit with unerring accuracy.

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