Page 86 of Wolf Caged
I sat on the end of the bed, battling that urge to claw at my skin as I writhed on the spot, unable to keep still. When my hands cupped my breasts, a red haze engulfed my vision and my back arched, some buried instinct within me rising to the fore, trying to wrest control from me. I needed more. I brushed my nipples, exposing the breast where my claws had sliced through the strap, swallowing hard as I fell back on the black covers.
My other hand drifted to between my thighs and I yanked the irritating material away and didn’t hesitate. I spread my legs and pressed my hand between them, stroking and teasing my damp cleft, reaching for another hit of pleasure to dampen the pain and satisfy my needs.
Ripples of pleasure were all I felt though, echoes of the satisfaction my body and instincts craved.
A sob broke free of my lips as I tried harder, squeezing my clit, desperately tweaking my nipples.
It wasn’t enough.
I cried out in pain as my insides cramped.
As fire scoured me.
Another sob tore from my lips.
I was going to die.
I was going to die in the most embarrassing way.
I felt sure of it as I rolled onto my side and curled up into a ball, my skin burning up, sweat beading on my skin as pain jolted my bones and had my muscles shaking.
Someone knocked on my door.
“Saphira?”
Oh gods no.
I buried my face in the bedclothes as that deep voice rumbled through my door.
Kaeleron.
I had been wrong.
Now I was going to die in the most embarrassing way, expiring from the pain of my first mating heat with a too gorgeous for his own good fae king as my witness.
“Saphira, let me in.”
A very polite fae king.
He could have entered if he wanted. The door wasn’t locked and even if it had been, he could have teleported inside or just ghosted through the obstruction in his shadows. But instead he was lingering on the other side of it, and he sounded concerned.
“No,” I muttered. “Go away.”
He sounded less concerned as he bit out, “I will not leave. Something is wrong with you. I can feel it.”
“Great.” I pressed my face deeper into the covers. “Gods, kill me now.”
This couldn’t get any worse.
“I am coming in.”
Maybe it could.
I twisted upright to tell him no, but he barged into the room, and every instinct currently ruling me growled at the delicious sight of him.
Here was what I needed.
This dark, towering male whose power embraced me as he stalked into the room, his black hair wild as if he had been running his hands through it and his silver eyes hungry.
