Page 7 of Hers to Claim

She wanted to soothe him with a pleasant lie, but he deserved better than that. “I think all we can do is ask him if he’s okay and offer him whatever love and support we can.”

Rio leaned to nuzzle the side of her head in a particularly cat-like gesture. “There’s a reason you’re his treasure,” he murmured into her hair.

They held each other quietly for a moment, enjoying the closeness. The second he went from wanting comfort to wanting something else, she felt it like a pull somewhere deep in her belly, irresistible and urgent.

She ran her hand up his back, feeling the strength and power of his body as he pressed against her. “What support can I offer you? What do you need?”

“Only one thing will ease me now, I’m afraid.” He trailed kisses down the side of her face.

“Tell me.” She turned her head and lifted her chin.

He kissed her pulse point and then nipped her jaw before whispering, “The taste of you all over me.”

“I think I can accommodate that request.” She slid the straps of her sundress off her shoulders one at a time and then let it drop to the ground.

Rio nuzzled into the crook of her neck and purred loudly. “I’m going to devour you.” He nibbled on her collarbone and smoothed his hands over her hips, slipping his fingers inside her panties and pushing them down as his mouth traveled lower.

Mari shivered as his lips ghosted over her sternum. She wrapped her arms around his head and guided him to her right side. He zeroed in on her nipple and tugged the piercing between his teeth, reaching around her to grab a double handful of her ass at the same time. Gasping, she arched her back to intensify the sensation. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

After a few seconds of delicious torture he backed away and looked up at her. “I’m not going to stop until you’re dripping allover my face.” He lifted her easily into his arms and walked to the bed.

He sat down with her straddling his lap and then leaned back against the pillows with a dirty smile. Tightening his hands around her hips, he urged her northward along his body. Rio watched her with rapt attention as she moved slowly, his gaze moving over the curves of her breasts with appreciation. She would never tire of the way he looked at her, like she was the answer to every prayer he’d ever had.

The moment she was in range, Rio lifted his head to bite her thigh, his mouth warm and tempting on her skin. She ran her fingers through his hair briefly, and then reached up to hold the headboard as she positioned herself over his face.

“You’re so beautiful.” He licked her inner thigh, making her tremble with the flash of need that shot through her body. “I could worship you all night and still not get enough.” He nuzzled against her with a happy murmur before stroking his tongue over the length of her seam.

Mari tightened her hands around the headboard to resist the urge to move, wanting to enjoy the anticipation for as long as she possibly could. He chuckled when he felt her tense, and then gripped her thighs to pull her closer. He ran his tongue swiftly up to her clit and gave it a filthy kiss that went on for what seemed an age, rocking her hips in time with his lips. She was panting for breath when he finally sucked her aching nub into his mouth with a greedy slurp.

She cried out, her hips driving downward, chasing the sensation and needing more. His fingers tightened around her thighs as he got to work, using every part of his mouth to play her like a godsdamned symphony. She rolled her hips in time with the sultry rhythm he dictated. He kissed and stroked and nibbled her right to the edge several times, only slowing when her hips shivered right before the crescendo.

Her magic strummed through her like a low note that went on and on without a beginning or an end. When she had enough of his teasing she ground her hips down against his face, which was exactly the signal he had been waiting for. He redoubled his efforts, pulling her down against him and applying more direct pressure to her clit.

Mari rode his face to what would have once been a perfectly satisfying orgasm, her body clenching deliciously, but now that release only made her crave more because she knew there were higher reaches beyond. Sliding down his body swiftly, she tugged down his joggers and impaled herself on his cock while her muscles still shuddered. The abrupt stretch filled her with absolute bliss.

His hips rose to drive into her, his head canted back as a rough moan exploded from his lips. She gripped his throat and leaned down to kiss him, growling hungrily against his mouth when she tasted herself there. Yes. This was what she needed.

She was overcome by the urge to claim him, to make him hers so that everyone would know immediately who he belonged to. To mark him so that there would never be a doubt that she was the rightful owner of every delicious inch of him. Her necklace tingled around her throat.

Darkness rolled toward her from every corner of the room as time slowed to a crawl around her. She felt Dohal’s gaze first, like a heat over her skin, tracing the curves of her ass and up her back as she moved, fucking Rio in slow motion.

“Trying to make me jealous again, bavi?” Dohal’s voice was sex and sin made into a sound that wrapped her in desire and made goosebumps rise all over her body.

Her magic strained for him, the tendrils of it stretching behind her to find him. “I’m not trying to make you anything. I want you to leave me alone.”

He scoffed. “You can’t lie to me when your magic is rubbing against me like that. I knowexactlywhat you want. For me to bend you over and take you even as you’re draped over him.”

Her magic thrummed with a vibration she felt deep in her cunt. The sharpness of it made her startle and cry out.

“Mmm,” he breathed. “I wonder what noises you’ll make when I drive into you the first time and make you mine.”

The echo of what she’d just been thinking about Rio made her glance down at him. He seemed unaware of anything that was happening in this…whatever it was.

“His fear would tastesodelicious,” Dohal said as he crept closer, inch by inch, until it seemed like he was right behind her. The shadows that made up his body coiled around her, brushing over her, light and dangerous as the tips of claws.

Mari’s magic careened through her in a rush at his touch, violent and dark, seeking him out.

“I know you sense it as keenly as I do.” He leaned to kiss her neck, his breath hot. The sharp edge of his teeth scratched her skin. Her entire body quaked. “Thick on your tongue. Better than blood. Better than sex.”

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