Page 30 of Fate Unchained

If she was going to kiss him, then he’d stand on his head if he had to. “Do what you want.” He allowed her to roll him fully on his back.

She started slowly, running her hands over his collarbone, then down his chest. She settled closer to him, sitting so her legs tucked up against his, her skin tickling the smattering of fur on his legs. Exactly how much of him was she going to explore?

His purr deepened into something sultrier, with a hint of a growl to it. Lying on their backs was submissive for vulk, but right now, he didn’t care. She ran her fingers over his biceps, feeling the muscle, then returned to his chest and trailed lower.

He barely dared to breathe.

His cock lay thick inside his trousers, fighting to be freed. Did she want his pants on or off? Her fingers fumbled at the clasp.

Off. Thank Perun-above. “I’ll do it,” he said. One flick of his thumb, and they opened. In another motion, he kicked them off.

Freed, his cock jutted far up his stomach, and it didn’t take her long to find it. She sucked in a breath and then gripped him.

His hips bucked. “Lilah …” He swore out loud in Vulk.

She looked down at him as if he were the most important thing in her world, her lips slightly parted, her face flushed. Damn she was perfect. His heart squeezed one soft, solid pulse. He’d never wanted someone more than he wanted her at this moment. Right now, he could barely control himself. He might explode with a few more of her soft touches, which would be a really poor showing. But it was also more than that. It was her. Not just her touch … her.

She slid her fist down his shaft. Her hand circled the base of him, and she squeezed gently. His hips jerked again. “You like this,” she said.

He groaned. Her hand pumped him, bringing delicious friction. He was at her mercy as she played with him. Completely swept away.

A strong whiff of vanilla—her lust—filled the air. He was almost dizzy from it.

He couldn’t lie still while she sat there, aroused. She needed someone to show her why those books were written in the first place. He ran his hand up her other arm, the one propping her up over him. “I want to touch you now.”

She turned, trying to pin his arm back on the sleeping skins. “Behave. I said to lie still.”

He growled. “You want me. Let me give you what you need.”

She ran her thumb over his tip, rubbing the moisture she’d milked from him. “I like doing this. Let me play some more.”

Well, he wasn’t about to stop her. He let her push him back into place on his back. As she slowly ran her hand up and down his length again, his head fell back. He was so hard and only getting more stiff, desperate to sink inside her. His breath came in short pants, and his hips rolled on their own.

She kept her strokes long and slow, exactly how he liked. It was a tease, drawing out the pleasure.

“You’re so big.” Her head dipped as she studied him. “I mean all over, but here too.” Her pace picked up, and he groaned. “Much bigger than I expected.”

He had no words to respond. He was barely hanging on to his control.

Her hand snagged as it reached his base, where his knot had started to emerge. She made a sound oddly similar to a purr and cupped it.

That was all it took. His cock pulsed, then kicked as he came. He cried out in Vulk, and his claws dug into the furs. He thrust his hips, pumping into her hand. Her fingers remained circled around him, her grip going tighter.

Absolute bliss.

He was in locking mode, wanting to bury himself inside her and release over and over. For hours. Days. The wash of pure pleasure, the most intense release he’d ever had, slammed through him, hot and needy. Desperate for more. For much more of her.

He’d never experienced this need to bury himself inside someone like this. It wasn’t just a need … it was essential. Like some part of him had come awake, clawing to be sated.

He sucked in air, a fraction of a moment away from rutting and losing all control. He took another deep breath.

Dragging himself back, he focused on her. Her pupils were dilated, her lips parted. She leaned over him, and as his thrusts slowed, her forehead landed on his chest. She bit him—a needy kind of tease using her teeth. Her arousal filled the cave. Her hands returned to his chest, and she clung to him, her breath hoarse.

In one surge, he flipped her onto her back. His mouth landed on her neck, and he nibbled at her skin. “I’m going to pleasure you now.” He didn’t recognize his voice. It was guttural. Primal.

Her fingers dug into his back.

What she’d done hadn’t lessened his desire, it had made it much, much worse, but she’d asked only for touching, and he’d obey. He sucked in another breath. “I’ll be using my tongue.”

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