Page 73 of Red Ruin
I very much was not.
But let him have his fun. I need Remy fully online as soon as possible.
Vhex was left alone, and there’s no way he’s being a good little devil and twiddling his horn.
“Here.” I grope until I find his silky hair. “Drink.”
“Iris,” his rasp ricochets through my blood.
His spit tingles everywhere he licks, but the wet rub of his tongue could never hurt.
As Remy sucks my arm, his silks make the same ticklish motion all over my body.
I can’t see a thing.
I can onlyfeel.
Remy’s breath is cool.
His silks and shadows brush my throat and slide beneath my shirt. My nipples perk. I feel down his shoulders until I find a hand that isn’t made of smoke.
My pussy devoured every drop of Vhex. Now, I’m warm and liquid and ready for another round.
Remy must read my mind.
Before I can drag his fingers where they’re needed, he scoops me off my feet. His shadows rope my good arm around his shoulder and lift the bloody one to his mouth.
Something hand-shaped caresses my inner thighs.
I count at least fifteen fingers before I start losing math.
Sixteen, seven-fifty, five-dozen-odd shadow tentacles tease over and around my mound. They flutter at my clit, nudge my tight back hole, and kiss my pussy open, spreading my dripping wetness all around.
I jerk backward, but my urge to fold the wrong way in half is stopped by the grip of Remy’s actual hand.
Still not fully human, he squeezes between my legs with a monster palm.
His oversized grip rubs my mound and clit, forcing me to ride his thick finger. The tip of his wicked claw pushes between my cheeks and teases a dangerous circle around my rim.
I pucker so hard, my bellybutton flips inside out.
“You’re hungry for me here.” Remy hums. “Andhere.”
Whether fingers or shadows or all of the above,somethingpresses all my buttons at once. A long, luxurious stroke teases down from my clit, pets my pussy, and drags past my ass.
I gasp.
Remy slurps. “Mmm. Luteal phase.”
What in the vampire-fangedfuck?
That’s the core knowledge Remy chooses to access?
Not my name, his conscience, or his duty to defend our empire?
Who cares if we wake an ancient enemy and I die getting finger-banged over the seal of its hell prison?
At least Duke Remington Azrid can taste exactly where I am in my cycle.
