Page 45 of Gods of Prey
His lips find mine before I can protest, and the kiss is nothing like I expected. It’s desperate and tender all at once, like he’s trying to communicate everything he can’t say in waking hours. My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, and he makes a sound low in his throat that sends heat pooling in my belly.
When we break apart, both of us are breathing hard.
“This is crazy,” I gasp.
“Probably.” His hands slide up my back, fingers tangling in my hair. “But I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel this. Tired of fighting you when all I want is—” He stops himself.
“What?” I challenge, looking up into his eyes. “What do you want?”
Instead of answering with words, he shows me. His mouth finds mine again, hungrier this time, and I respond with equalfervor. We stumble backward until my back hits the rough bark of the oak tree, and he presses against me, his body solid and warm and real in ways that make me forget I’m supposed to be incorporeal.
“Sienna,” he groans against my neck, his voice rough with desire. “Gods, what you do to me...”
His admission sends a thrill through me that has nothing to do with divine power. When his lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, I can’t suppress the soft moan that escapes.
“We shouldn’t,” I manage, my voice hardly above a breathy whisper, even as my hands explore the planes of his chest through his open shirt.
Ishouldn’t be doing this. Not when he’s in such a vulnerable state.
This isn’t what I came here for.
“No, we shouldn’t,” he agrees, but his actions contradict his words as he lifts me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist. “But here, in this little pocket of the world, I can’t seem to stop myself when it comes to you.”
The bark is rough against my back, his body pressed intimately against mine. It’s overwhelming and perfect and everything I didn’t know I needed. When he moves against me, the friction sends sparks of electricity through my spine. Through my entire being.
“Please,” he whispers, and the word is broken, desperate. “I need?—”
“I know,” I breathe, understanding flooding through me. We both need this. The connection, the release, the momentary forgetting of everything that stands between us.
What follows is a blur of heated kisses and desperate touches, of whispered confessions and surrendered control.Revel fucks me like a god. With confidence and power and everything I’ve been missing in my mortal lives.
He worships my body with a reverence that makes me feel like a goddess in truth, rather than simply in title. His tongue traces every curve and line of my skin, his lips trailing kisses so tender, I almost convince myself hedoesn’thate me. And when I respond in kind, mapping the contours of his hard, chiseled body with my hands and mouth, he makes sounds that would make angels weep.
“Don’t stop,” he pleads when I pull his length out of my mouth with a pop of my lips, giving my mouth a break. His voice is wrecked when I stick my tongue out and run it from his base to his tip. “Please, Sienna, don’t stop,” he begs again.
The raw need undoes me completely. I lose myself in him, in the dream, in the impossible intimacy of two divine beings finding solace in each other’s arms. Once he finishes down my throat, he kneels before me and shoves my back into the thick, lush grass. His palms press my thighs apart as his tongue trails down my body, only stopping when he reaches my center. Then, he dives in once again, his tongue immediately finding the most sensitive spot that has my back arching off the ground as quiet moans pass my lips.
Just as I’m about to find my release he flips us around, yanking me onto his lap and over his waiting erection as he leans backward.
“Asshole,” I mutter, grabbing him up in my hand to line up his tip with my pulsing center.
His response is a wolfish grin that quickly dissolves away as his hands guide my hips downward
I take him a few inches, then pause and lift myself off him again. He frowns as I repeat the motion a few more times, until he finally catches onto what I’m doing.
If he wants to fuck with me, I’ll do it right back.
My victorious smile only lasts a few seconds before he grabs a hold of my hips, much tighter this time, and slams them down, forcing me to take all of him at once. I let out a yelp, then shift so I can take him more comfortably.
His cock hits a tender spot deep inside of me and I startle. The sensation has my eyes rolling in the back of my head. Pushing my hips forward, I lay my palms across his chest and start chasing my orgasm again, all our games aside.
Revel senses the shift and a brand new animal is awakened inside him. He fucks me hard and fast, spinning us so my back is on the ground and he’s driving his hips against me. This is nothing like the first time—when he was soft and tentative. This time, he acts like he’s got something to prove. Like he’s releasing all the pent-up energy we both feel from being stuck together in that tiny apartment. Like he’s been dreaming of this for weeks.
Time becomes meaningless as we move together, chasing multiple releases that are as much emotional as they are physical.
When we finally collapse together, breathing hard and tangled in each other’s limbs, the dream meadow around us seems to glow with soft, golden light.
“This can’t be real,” Revel murmurs against my hair, his arms tightening around me.
