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I bellowed her name as I unleashed it, as my cock throbbed and jerked, jetting seed into her mouth. Pleasure rocked me, blinding me as my legs threatened to give out, as Saphira sucked me still, swallowing around me, a hungry growl ripping from her as she devoured what I had given her.
And when she drew back, her gaze was hot, needy and demanding.
I knew what she wanted.
What she needed.
And this time, I was not going to hold back.
Chapter 45
SAPHIRA
The hunger spiralling through me was stronger than it had ever been, blazing in my veins like an inferno that would burn me to ashes if I didn’t quell it. I stared up at Kaeleron, my breaths coming faster as I still tasted him on my tongue, as he gazed down at me, his silver eyes dark with need and wicked promises.
I tugged at the sides of my robe at my chest. The need to pounce on him, to bring him to his knees and dominate him flooded me, and my skin felt too tight. Too hot. I was going to die if I didn’t get what I needed, if I didn’t push him into surrendering this time and giving me what I wanted.
I was sure of it.
But I was no longer embarrassed about this hunger burning within me, threatening to rip control from me at any moment. I was no longer afraid to reach out and take what I wanted, and my growl was demanding as I came to my feet, loud in the quiet cottage.
Kael seemed to know what I needed, and that I needed more this time, that our moments together hadn’t been enough to break my heat. The taste of his seed had only cranked upthe hunger, revealing what I needed, and now I felt as if I was treading a fine line, in danger of losing control entirely if I didn’t get it.
The feel of his hard length throbbing in my mouth had rendered me near mindless with an ache to feel it between my thighs, filling me.
I needed more from him.
All of him.
The moment his hands came down on my arms, I was lost, my control shredded. The hunt for pleasure overwhelmed me faster this time, owning me, making me wild with a need to chase it, to release the insane pressure that had been building inside me the last few weeks.
I clawed at my robe, desperate to escape my burning body.
And then I was on my back on the rug, my hands pinned above my head, the weight of Kaeleron between my hips delicious and maddening. He was so close. Within reach. Body pressing mine into the sable fur. Breath mingling with mine. The heat in his silver eyes scorched me, melting the chains holding me back.
I craned my neck to kiss him.
He moved his head back, just beyond my reach.
When the back of my skull hit the furs again, he moved back to where he had been, hovering tantalisingly within reach. So I tried again, and again he evaded me.
I growled at him.
His eyes shimmered with amusement that touched his lips as he husked in a whiskey-rich voice, “So demanding.”
Heat flashed across my cheeks, because my growlhadbeen a demand. An order to take me, to fuck me hard and make me feel every inch of him, just as my heat and my wolf side craved.
I wanted him to dominate me, to show me his strength, to use all of it on me.
I wanted him to break me.
He hovered above me, weight braced on his knees and his hands where he gripped my wrists, pinning me in place. Delicious. But I needed more.
I lifted my hips and shamelessly rubbed against him. Needy. A little afraid he might reject me again. That dark thought was quick to come and go, burned away as he shifted his weight and gripped my wrists in one big hand, and slipped the other between us.
Delving between my aching thighs.
I practically howled as he stroked his fingers across my mound.
