Page 72 of Changelings
Her voice wasn’t as brave or confident as she’d hoped, but still she said, “We can try more.”
A slow, devastating smile stretched Balar’s mouth. That flash of fang had her cunt clenching—and gave her ideas.
Balar leaned over her, pushing her back onto the sofa. Hand greedily tracing the curve of her hip and waist, he asked, “What shall I do with you,ul-lu?”
Swallowing down her nerves, Imogen admitted, “Before…I got overwhelmed with it all. So many sensations.”
Balar rumbled with thought, and after a moment, he kissed her cheek and straightened. Imogen didn’t have time to miss his heat or ask where he was going—in the next moment, he waslifting her up and carrying her to her bed.
As he laid her gently at the center, she couldn’t help a nervous giggle.
He threw her a wink before pulling his shirt over his head.
Imogen’s mouth went dry. Fates, he really was a beautiful male. Thick ropes of muscle weren’t hidden but accentuated by his tawny fur. His mane cascaded from his head to about his shoulders and down his back, a luscious burst of golden softness. His neck, arms, and waist were all thick with muscle, his chest two glorious mounds of it with little, flat brown nipples peeking out from the fur.
She wished there was more light to see him by, to truly appreciate his beauty. Maybe that’s what she’d ask for tomorrow.
That thought, the idea of doing something new and different with him every day—and that there would always be another chance, a tomorrow—sent a little thrill down her middle.
Setting his knee on the bed, he angled over her to begin working the button at her waist that held her thick skirts closed. The button popped free, but he didn’t move the skirts away. Not yet.
Instead, he took each of her hands in his and raised them above her head. Settling over her, he purred in her ear, “I’ll just use my mouth for tonight,urisá. We’ll see how you like it and what you’ll want to add tomorrow.”
Imogen almost choked on her own breath. He didn’t mean to use his hands? He’d keep them, and her own, above her head the whole time? But—?
Her back arched in a jolt of surprise when his lips found a particularly sensitive spot behind her ear. A moan she’d never made before escaped her lips, inciting more purrs in his throat.
There wasn’t time or space for more questions or worries—he took up her whole vision and focus. Although he laid aboveher, he kept the majority of his weight on his elbows. As his lips trailed from her ear to her neck, his textured tongue lavishing attention there, whenever she almost began to overthink, she squeezed his hands.
Balar would squeeze back, a reassurance she was grateful for. It kept her grounded.
His tongue felt too delicious to ignore, though. He used his nose to nudge her shirt out of his way as much as possible, managing to lick and suck and kiss his way down the center of her between her breasts. He nipped at the generous flesh along the sides with his lips and even more softly with his fangs.
The new sensations pummeled Imogen with pleasure, gathering inexorably between her legs.
“One day very soon, I will feast on these,” he rumbled before licking a stripe from sternum to chin.
Imogen gasped, her mind full of such an image. Her hard nipples scraped against the fabric of her shirt, looking almost obscene. Balar made a noise of approval when he found them, and even through her shirt, he closed his mouth around a nipple and sucked.
She nearly came off the bed, sparks of feeling zipping down her spine. Imogen clenched her hands on his, her hips rolling under him.
He didn’t linger there, perhaps sensing just how much that one touch affected her, but he came away with a deliciously devious expression on his face. Imogen shivered to see the promise in his eyes. One day, he would enjoy all of her.
But tonight, he kept to his word. Using just his mouth. With the waistband of her skirts unbuttoned, he could grab some between his teeth to pull away. He used his nose too, nudging the fabric back until he revealed her hips and thighs, clad in only underthings.
A deep purr vibrated in his chest as he leaned down to buryhis nose between her legs.
Imogen gasped again, squirming on the bed. She didn’t know how she felt about seeing him between her legs like this, let alonefeelinghim there. He was large enough that he could do it all while keeping their hands above her head, his broad shoulders wedged between her thighs.
Anticipation had her thighs quivering against him. Fates, he was going to touch her there,lickher there—
His nose touched her cunt, just below her clitoris. Even through her underthings, she could feel his heat—and the way she immediately soaked the fabric. He rumbled with pleasure to see it, blowing on the spot of wetness. Imogen shivered, sensation like she’d never felt overwhelming her—in the best way.
“Here I go,urisá,” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Imogen tried to agree, but then his mouth wasthere. Instead, her lips stretched wide in a silent scream as his tongue worked her over the fabric.
Her thighs spasmed and clenched around him, as though to draw him deeper. She felt that purr of his punch through her, another layer of sensation.
