Page 153 of Tales of a Deadly Devotion
‘Now,’ I snapped, voice too unsteady with an anticipation that set my heart fluttering in my chest. As soon as we found something we could get out of here, and I could get Kat away from this mess.
My heart began to riot in my chest, as if one of my smaller winged beasts was trapped within my ribcage. We didn’t have long. I didn’t have long until I found my sanity again and realised the recklessness of what I was doing.
The voyav seemed to see that, and where I thought they’d mock or tease, a different flash of emotion crossed their features.
A madness consumed me as they sank to their knees before me. As those amber eyes didn’t leave my own. Awaiting some refusal from me or further permission. I didn’t know, could donothing but give the barest nod as I felt the warmth of their fingers run up the delicate skin of my leg. Curling around my thighs as if they were something beautifully delicate. My breath caught, their touch like kindling to a fire in me I knew never led to anything good. The torment of the whisper of their breath against my flesh, unsteady as if this was also too much for them to bear.
Then their tongue ran across my flesh in a sensuous caress, my fingers tangling mindlessly in their hair. They hesitated. Head tilting for the barest of moments as if to relish in that touch.
Then their teeth bit down and feral pleasure tore through me, my fingers holding them closer. Wishing those lips were inches higher. I urged my hips closer, a sound clawing up my throat that thankfully wasn’t unfamiliar in a place like this.
Thean’s fingers dug into my thigh, greedily. Taking another pull of that blood even though I knew they didn’t need it. Gentle and reassuring, as their fingertips brushed my skin in the softest caress. As if testing a limit. Their nose dragging over my flesh with their retreat. A hesitation in them. Unable to let go. They rose, my hands still limply resting on their shoulders as I tried to catch my breath. Feeling the warm trickle of blood, how it reminded me of that warmth between my thighs. Unhinged desire at their mere touch.
Their eyes were jet-black with nothing but an amber ring. Like some starved beast. Then I saw the blood on their lips, painting their sharp masculine mouth red and I’d never felt hunger like it.
I pushed myself closer, pressing my lips against their own, tongue dragging over their lip. Needing to taste it. Any partof me on them. The copper tang of my blood. Surprise flashed in their eyes, so surprised they shifted back into female form and I kissed them again. Deeper and harder.
The hunger not abating. No matter the form they took.
Thean’s hands fisted into my hair, tipping my head back to demand more of my mouth.
I gave it. Anything they wanted. With wild abandon I wanted their scent all over me. To hoard secretly like a dragon. Even if they’d never know.
I wanted it between my legs, soaked into my pores to ease my restless beasts – and my heart. My fingers curled greedily into their ridiculous silk shirt.
That place on my thigh stung with the absence of them, I gasped for breath as their kiss moved to my throat, taking mercy on me. Those fangs dragging over my throat, almost in warning. I pressed myself closer, feeling the ache of the fangs that had appeared in my mouth.
They hoisted me up, turning so my backside rested on the side table. Knocking over an inkpot and creasing the papers so they could have better access to my mouth.
I knew myself well enough to know what my body wanted. What it wanted from them.
‘Touch me,’ I begged.
‘Which form, little love?’ their voice trembled quietly with the anticipation of it. The pause. The hesitation.
‘All of you,’ I could barely gasp.
Wanting them. However they wished to be.
Thean froze at that. Making me fearful I’d ruined it. Those dark amber-ringed eyes stuck on mine. As if wishing to see every moment of my stuttered breath.
Their knuckles dragged over the soft skin of my inner thigh but I grabbed their hand, forcing it between my legs.A gasping whimper leaving me with the ferocity of how I needed to be claimed.
Skirts crumpled between us as I watched their thumb tease me exactly where I needed.
I should have been embarrassed, shamed by that wildness. Only as Thean watched that pleasure shift in my expression, I saw the hunger in it but also the reverence. As if I’d given them a precious gift, just letting them please me.
Scales flushed the tips of my cheeks and the curve of my shoulder as if performing for them. Thean kissed every rough one. Leaving me to whimper as they slid two fingers inside. The cursed hiss slipping from between their lips at how greedy I was for their touch as I pulled them closer. Making them stroke deeper as I ran my tongue over the sharp angle of their jaw. Tasting salt, the perfume of them. A purr rumbled up my throat. I lapped at their pulse. Wilder than I’d ever allowed myself to be. A whining desperate sound escaping me.
Thean didn’t stop, ruthless with their strokes, their thumb mastering that bundle of nerves. As the scent of them drove me to insanity. One palm pressed against my spread thigh, keeping it open as it trembled. So they could watch every moment of what they did to me.
The dominance of it sent me quickly over the edge, consumed by the madness of that pleasure.
Then I bit down at the curve of their throat, right over the blood mark. Something feral in me wanting to destroy it. Blood filling my mouth. Delicious and just as rich as their scent. Making my hips move closer to their hand, moaning as it crashed through me.
My tongue dragged over the mark, wishing to soothe it. Their hand curled into my hair, pulling my head back, thenthey kissed me with a brutal claiming. Their hand still between my legs, as if relishing in the aftershock of that pleasure around their fingers. Cupping me with dominance that made a shiver run up my spine.
Devouring me, nipping at my lips before those kisses brushed my cheek and jaw.
