Page 16 of Reveal Me
“What do you want, Niamh?”
“I want you to…”
My other hand settled on her ass. I cupped it firmly, pulling her closer. A whimper escaped her lips. A soft, involuntary sound that sent a jolt of heat to my chest. The raw vulnerability in that sound cracked the last of my restraint. She was already giving in.
But should I be happy about that? I wasn’t sure what winning looked like any longer. I just knew that I wanted her however I could get her.
“Fuck,” she sighed.
“Yes, I’ll do that too. I’ll fuck you with my fingers, with my tongue, with my big, fat cock, if you just say it. Tell me to forsake her and fuck you.”
“How…” She swallowed and tried again. “How many orgasms are we talking about?”
I paused. I wanted to laugh. Fuck, I liked her. “What’s your record?”
“Three.”
I scoffed.
“Really?” Her eyes went wide. They were back to their hazel color and filled with calculation. “Fuck her. Fuck me instead.”
One-handed, I scooped her ass up and pressed her against the wall. Niamh wrapped her legs around me. With my other hand, the one that had cupped her face, I untied the knot of her thighs around my waist. With both hands on her ass, I lifted her higher against the wall until her core was level with my mouth.
The panther living inside of me growled his approval. His canines came out, and her panties were bitten off. I didn’t waste time with a flick of my tongue or a nip of my teeth. I went straight for her clit and did not let go.
I kissed her deeply, plunging into her warmth, tasting her like I’d been starved for it my entire life. The sweetness of herwas intoxicating—like dessert that you could never quite finish because it was so rich, so satisfying.
But there was that bite to her, a sharpness that turned the sweetness into something dangerous. A mixture of softness and poison that burned and calmed all at once. She was wild, untamed, and intoxicating in ways I never expected. She was everything I’d craved and feared all rolled into one.
In seconds, she came so hard her channel tried to swallow my tongue.
With her legs still wrapped around my head, I did an about face and moved away from the door. Once I got to the bed, I threw her down on the queen-size mattress. I studied her body; nipples poking through the thin fabric, lips parted as she panted, thighs spread with that perfect pink bud engorged.
The warrior in me made a game plan. No, a battle plan. I had won this skirmish. I had to wrestle a minimum of two more orgasms out of her. That would be child’s play. The real war was yet to come.
Niamh was my queen, whether she would admit it or not. Whether she wanted to be or not. I needed to win her heart, to make her see that we belonged together. She was my future, my destiny. But destiny, much like a king’s throne, was never handed over.
It had to be won. Like a hunter tracking his prey, I would play the game, knowing in the end she would be mine.
Chapter 11
Niamh
Iwas still trying to catch my breath, panting as though I had run miles and couldn’t catch up. My heart pounded against my chest like a wild thing, racing faster than I could process. My mind was up in the clouds—drifting, spinning, lost in the echo of Dion’s kiss between my thighs. The heat from his lips still lingered on mine because he was still kissing me down there. I’d never had a guy keep kissing my pussy after a very obvious, very strong, very long orgasm.
The man’s tongue had to be swollen. I’d clenched hard enough to crush a cucumber, and I hadn’t clenched around emptiness. His tongue had been buried inside me. I should apologize for castrating it. Except he was still using it to lap at the juices slipping down between the crevices of my spread thighs.
My body—damn it—felt like it was on fire. I was shaking. My hands were clenched so tightly my nails left crescent moons in my palms. The tremors rattled through my limbs, a sensation I couldn’t shake. But I wasn’t on the ground. No, I was stillheld in Dion’s arms. His warm, solid body pressed against me, grounding me even as my head spun. He was a damn magnet, and I was stuck, caught in his pull like a helpless moth to a flame.
I should have pulled away, should have pushed him off and reminded myself of the reasons I was supposed to reject him. He was cheating on me… with me. He’d tried and failed to stay faithful to me… until he wrapped his tongue around my clit.
But it was my clit. Not some other woman’s. I should feel vindicated. My plan had worked. But had it? The logic that had seemed so bright just an hour ago went dim as Dion suckled the few remaining brain cells out of my head and down through my core.
I was coming again. Fuck, that was twice in fifteen minutes. Or maybe it had been an hour. Time was a construct I no longer could make sense of.
I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself, but I could only hear the thundering beat of my heart and the soft sound of his breath against my skin. His arms were a cage around my thighs as he continued to lick and suckle. I’d had lovers that were good at giving head, but not this enthusiastic. Never this ravenous.
His scent was intoxicating—wild, earthy, and with just the faintest hint of something musky and primal that made every inch of me burn. I had to force myself to breathe deeply. My lungs couldn’t seem to take in enough air. Because I was coming again.
