Page 166 of Wolf Caged
“Words of protection and strength, and our bond to the Great Mother, the goddess Lucia.”
“They were beautiful.” She stiffened and her gaze leaped to clash with mine, and then she cleared her throat and went to the bowl, picking it up and carrying it to the sink to avoid me.
To avoid what she had said.
The temptation to tease her about the fact she believed me beautiful was strong, but I suppressed it and watched her instead, watched how that blush deepened and the scent of desire on her grew stronger, rousing my own aching need of her.
When she looked over her shoulder at me through her fall of silver hair, a shyness to her that was at odds with the heat in her eyes—a need I could name—I had never felt more aware of being alone with her.
So far from everyone.
I had never felt less aware of my role as a king, or even my relentless need for vengeance.
When I was with her, and she was looking at me like that, I forgot a lot of things.
She consumed my focus.
She slowly came back to me, and rather than telling me to leave, or hiding from her desire, she laid her hand on my chest and ghosted her fingers across it in a maddening caress.
I did not stop her as she stroked my chest, as she skimmed her fingers up my neck to my ear and traced up the outside of it to the silver clasp that concealed its pointed tip.
My gaze grew hooded as she gently removed it, as she watched her fingers while she drove me wild with a soft caress along the top of my ear, to the sensitive tip of it. A shudder wracked me, my breath hitching as my blood burned, as need for her transformed into a hunger that made me feel I was starving and only she could save me.
“Are they really so sensitive?” she whispered, her gaze bold on my face, watching as I crumpled from that light touch, as she pulled down my walls and brought me to my knees with it. Her smile when I nodded warmed the darkest reaches of my soul, so teasing but so pleased. “Do you let your lovers do this?”
I frowned and caught her wrist when I realised where this was heading. “I do not have time for lovers.”
“You don’t?” Her eyebrows rose. “I’m new to this… but that seems like a terrible shame. I don’t think I’d want to be without this now that I’ve experienced it. I couldn’t imagine going weeks let alone years without pleasure.”
She stroked her other hand down my chest, down my stomach, and my fingers tensed around her wrist as she flattened her palm against it, her fingers pointed downwards, and advanced lower.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, sounding far too breathless.
Her expression was matter of fact as she looked up at me and inched her hand lower, and I sucked my stomach in at the pleasure and need that bolted through me at the thought she might touch me.
“Showing you how good it feels when you touch me. Taking care of you for once.” She edged her hand into my pants andI groaned as her skin met mine, her palm pressing against my aching erection.
I held her gaze as she touched me for the first time, finding no trace of hesitation or fear in her eyes. Not even a hint of nerves. She was bold as she easily broke my hold, as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and used her other hand to tackle the laces of my pants.
My breaths shortened as she palmed me, stripping me of all defences with that touch.
And when she slowly kneeled before me on the rug and eased my aching shaft free of my leathers, her gaze scalding it, I was undone.
“I’ve never done this before.” Her gaze lifted to meet mine as she quietly confessed that.
And then her mouth was on me, her wet heat embracing my cock that went harder still at the feel of her, and I buried my hand in her hair, my breath abandoning me. Great Mother.
She stroked me with her tongue, tasting the length of me, her low hum of pleasure vibrating down my shaft.
I groaned as she took me back into her mouth, as she sucked and rolled her tongue, pressing it to the ridge along my cock as she withdrew again. My fingers tightened in her hair and need spiralled within me, threatening to steal control as she explored me, tentatively stroking her tongue over the broad head, licking the slit, her need perfuming the air stronger with each second that ticked past.
She moaned as I eased back into her mouth, deeper this time, fighting for restraint, and sucked as I withdrew. When I plunged forwards again, holding her head in place, she gripped my hips, short claws pressing into my flesh as another low moan of pleasure twined with mine. I groaned as I lost myself in taking her mouth, as she laved and sucked me and began moving herhead on me, countering my movements, making my heart race faster and blood surge hotter.
Great Mother.
I squeezed my eyes shut as my control shattered and she moaned as I plunged into her mouth, as I imagined it was her sweet pussy gripping me so hot and hard, so greedily. I grunted and tightened my grip on her hair, holding her on me as my other hand shot out to brace against the mantelpiece, keeping me upright as my legs weakened beneath me.
My balls tightened. Seed boiled up my shaft.
