Page 41 of Ravaging Red
Her skin glowed with warmth; her thick curves covered in faint claw marks and bruises I’d caused her. They would disappear soon, but I relished seeing them on her. I wouldeventually give her a true mark; one she'd feel in her bones beyond the next morning.
I moved the strand of her hair that covered her beautiful face and groaned. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her breasts marked with the impressions of my teeth, and her neck, fuck, her neck, I couldn't mark her yet. Not fully. Not with blood. Not the way the moon demanded. Not the way the Council expected. And that was the problem. Because she was human and it was unheard of that the Council would let monsters keep humans.
Even if we were mated. Even if the Blood Moon itself had chosen her. Even if she’d taken my knot, soaked my cock, and screamed my name into the walls until the woods held their breath. The Council would find a way to keep us apart.
I held her close, my claws trailing up and down her spine, dragging through the sweat and pleasure still clinging to her skin. She shivered under my touch, even in sleep, pressing her cheek tighter to my chest, her thighs squeezing around my hips on instinct, relishing in how deep I still was inside her. I ran my claws slower, just over the curve of her ass. She gasped, waking with a soft moan.
“Morning,” I murmured, my voice low and rough from sleep and sin.
“Still mine,” I growled.
She lifted her head slowly, her hair wild around her face, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. “Still knotted,” she whispered, breathless.
“Damn right,” I chuckled, cupping her breast with one large hand, kneading the heavy flesh until her nipple pebbled under my palm.
“You’re not going anywhere, Red. Not for a while.”
She hummed, rubbing her face into the fur along my chest, dragging her hand down my ribs, clinging to me like she couldn’t get close enough.
“I should be sore,” she mumbled.
“You are,” I said with a grin, “but you’re also glowing. That’s what happens when your cunt gets filled with a monster’s seed. You bloom.”
She let out a soft laugh, then moaned as I rolled her nipple between two claws, slow and precise.
“Rael…”
“Mmm?” I bent to suck the other nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, my teeth grazing it gently before biting down just enough to make her hips roll again. Her voice trembled when she spoke.
“What would happen if I… tasted you?”
I froze. Then I smiled. Slowly. Wickedly. “My cock’s still slick with your pussy,” I murmured, licking up her chest as I stared into her eyes. “You want a taste, little Red?”
She flushed. Bit her lip. Nodded once. I groaned, the knot inside her throbbing. “You’re filthy,” I whispered, grinning against her lips. “And perfect.”
I eased the knot back gently from that tight hold inside her, our cum dripping between us. It slid free with a wet pop, still hard, still throbbing, still flushed dark red and coated in both of us. It protruded, lewd and glistening, lying heavy against my abs. A pearl of cum slid slowly from the tip and I watched her curious eyes follow it. I gripped the base and stroked once, dragging cum down the shaft, watching her pupils dilate with want.
“Come here,” I said, lying back, spreading my thighs just enough.
“Crawl on over, pretty girl. Let me see that smile while you taste what a monster’s cock tastes like after he’s ruined his mate.”
She slid down my body, slow and sensual, that smile blooming wider, hunger in her eyes now. The moment her knees settled between mine and she looked down at me, I knew. Shewasn’t afraid anymore. She was starving. And gods help me, I wanted to ruin her again, wreck her mouth the way I had wrecked her cunt, claim her lips, her tongue, her hunger until she couldn't remember what it felt like to crave anything but me.
She looked up at me once, just once, through those thick lashes, and when her mouth wrapped around the swollen head of my cock, still slick with the mess we’d made, still heavy and flushed from the knot she’d milked hours ago. I nearly came undone right then and there.
Her tongue swirled, greedy and soft, licking the taste of herself from me, humming while savoring it.
“Dirty girl,” I growled through clenched teeth.
Her mouth opened wider, lips stretching as she barely took me in, inch by slow, wet inch. She didn’t gag, didn’t pause, no, Red was devouring me, like she’d been born for it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, dragging her mouth back only to flick the tip with her tongue and moan softly as she swallowed me again.
I groaned, my head falling back against the pillows, one hand gripping the edge of the broken headboard, the other sinking into her curls as I tried, really tried, to stay still, but her mouth was wicked. Her hunger matched only by the dark thrill in her eyes every time I gasped or swore under my breath.
“Fucking hell, Red,” I growled, hips twitching. “You want to thank me for the Market; this is one hell of a start.”
She smiled around my cock, slow and sinful, and then took me deeper, her throat flexing as she swallowed, that tight heat making me bite back a snarl as her tongue traced the underside of my shaft and her fingers gripped the base, stroking me as she sucked, working me with all the focus and lust of a creature who’d finally accepted who she was made for.
Me.
