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My hands froze halfway down his thighs, and my shoulders tensed.Shit.

What was I thinking? I wasn’t, that was the issue. I’d allowed my lust to overpower my composure and I’d pounced on him without a second’s hesitation. How could I be so reckless? I’d been too rough, acted too impulsively.

Were his bandages still intact?

Is he in pain?

I began to rise again, to check over his injuries, when Luca’s hand darted to my horn and gripped tight, rooting me in place. I grunted at the zing of pleasure that raced down my spine.

“Don’t you dare,” he warned, and the uncharacteristic note of command in his tone and demeanor was unbelievably arousing. “The wound is fine, I am fine, but Iwon’tbe fine if you stop now. I’ll feel pretty damned rejected, actually.”

That thought had a bitter taste building on my tongue but… “Are you sure you’re feeling up to this, pet? I don’t want to overexert you.”

“Cair, I need this. I needyou.” His voice wavered, and though he wasn’t fully divulging the cause of his eagerness, deep in my soul, I understood his reasoning. “Let me feel close to you.”

I nodded and settled on my knees once more. I continued my exploration, lifting the hem to his hips, letting the fabric bunch in one hand to display the silk clinging to my mate’s cock. “These are delightful,” I rasped, and no words that left my lips had ever been more true.

The baby blue was perfect against his skin, and it strained to conceal what lay underneath, leaving nothing to the imagination. I grazed my knuckles over the hard outline, feeling him twitch through the barrier before I swiped my thumb over the dark blue wet spot at the tip. Just as he began to rock into the touch, I withdrew, instead following the thin string of silk around his hip to the small dimple of his tailbone. It disappeared into the crease, leaving his cheeks exposed, and I couldn’t bite back my appreciative groan.

“You’re gorgeous, pet.” The praise elicited a delightful blush over my mate’s skin. “So pretty and perfect, just for me.”

My mate widened his stance, yielding to the greedy exploration, whimpering sweetly. The sound shot straight to my dick, and the need to lavish the ethereal creature with affection became impossible to overcome. I shifted backward just enough to hook one of his legs over my shoulder, displaying him further, before placing a lingering kiss on the inside of his knee.

I received a full-body shiver in return.

I continued on, up and up, peppering a burning trail of adoring kisses right to the apex of his thighs—almost exactly where he ached for the touch most. Luca bucked his hips with more urgency, a blatant plea for friction, but I swerved away with a smirk. “Relax,” I said. “We’ll get there.”

“Sometime today?” he huffed, and I chided him by gently pressing my thumb into the sensitive skin of his groin.

“Brat.”

“Nope, just need you.” He flushed an even more delicious shade of pink.

My smile softened. “I know, sweetling, and I promise I’ll give you everything you need, but can you be patient a little longer for me? I want to take my time and worship you. It’s no more than you deserve.”

Luca’s mouth curved with a shy smile, and he gave a compliant nod. The tension in his body visibly loosened and he sagged against the wall, trusting me to take care of him. A purple hue flashed at the edges of my vision at the display, and driven by pure instinct, I leaned forward to latch onto the thickest part of his thigh.

He cried out as I sucked at the skin, letting my fangs nick the surface before I released him, my eyes fixed on the purple mark blooming within the indents of my lips. Satisfied, I kept going, unhurried as I descended again and again, licking, biting, claiming every inch of him. The pitch of my mate’s mewls told me he found pleasure in every sting, and it only spurred me on to mark him harder, to see how far I could push before he begged for relief.

I followed the trail my fingertips had already roamed, laving my tongue over his hips and lower belly, avoiding his bandages. The bulge in his underwear was obscene, the fabric soaked through with the evidence of his arousal. My lips hovered over the wet patch and I inhaled deeply. The scent of him, musk and citrus, had my belly tightening.

“You smell divine,” I said with a hint of a growl. “But I know you’ll taste even more so.”

There was no other warning for him before I closed the gap, mouthing at the outline of his cock, leaving a dark stripe in the silk. He released a shuddering moan as I flicked my tongue over the dampness at the tip. He was delicious, and I couldn’t help but suck the head between my lips and drink him in, letting my fangs lightly scrape him through the fabric.

“Cair…”

I looked up at the sweet sound, groaning at the sight of his hooded eyes and his spit-slick lips swollen from biting.

“Please.”

The desperation in that single word threatened to melt away every shred of resolve I had. It coaxed me into forgoing my plan of dragging this out, it whispered for me to skip straight to the part where I gave Luca everything he wanted and made him feel good.

Ultimately, I listened.

How could I not? My mate was irresistible. He had dressed up in pretty things for me, and I desired nothing more than to bring him so much pleasure that he writhed and sobbed with it. So I peeled the front of the underwear down below his balls. His cock—flushed pink and glistening with arousal—stood proud against his belly, and this time, when I lowered my mouth, I didn’t tease, didn’t caress or draw back. This time, I gave the sweet creature exactly what he needed, and I swallowed him to the root.

A strangled cry hit my ears, and I smirked against his pelvis, tightening my throat reflexively to draw out another of those desperate little sounds. He hissed as I pulled almost all the way off, swirling my tongue around the leaking slit before sinking back down again, the saliva pooling in my mouth easing the glide. I sped up, greedily chasing that sensation of him kissing the back of my throat, almost choking me, with each bob of my head. I felt insatiable. My own length was so hard it ached, and my hips began twitching with each punch of breath that spilled from his gaping mouth, desperate for even a modicum of friction against my trousers.

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