Page 8 of Cursed Dawn

"Tell me everything else you want, itzaia," I ordered, knocking her legs wider. "I want to hear every single thing you need from me. If you stop talking, I stop feasting on your pussy. Do you understand?"

I was close enough to watch her pussy throb, for her scent to coat my senses until my mouth watered.

"Fuck," she gasped, fingers digging deeper into my back. I revelled in the pain, blending it with a taste of euphoria when I swiped my tongue through her pussy. The hot, silken texture of her arousal spiked the flames of my lust until it was a full damn blaze. I swallowed it greedily and went back for more, drowning myself in her taste.

"Wane, I—I want—that,"she moaned when I flattened my tongue on her clit, stealing the move directly from Emlyn. "Oh, gods, that feels—"

"Tell me," I ordered, flicking my tongue against that swollen bud until my face dripped with her need. Every drop on my scarred skin cleansed me, gave me new life. I bit back a desperate litany of adoring words, and said, "Or I stop."

"Please don't stop," she rushed out, thrusting her hips in a shuddering motion that made need pulsate in my cock. "It feels so good, Wane. I love it when you—lick my clit and—how am I supposed to talk when you're doing that?" she whimpered.

She wasn’t, but I was thoroughly enjoying her attempts.

I smiled and sucked her clit into my mouth, keeping the suction light. I was self conscious that I’d done something she hated for a second, but she threw her head back with a cry. She stumbled, so suddenly that I had to catch her.

"Lean against the counter." I helped her sprawl over it, and the moment she was braced on her elbows, no longer in danger of falling, I fastened my lips around her clit and sucked in harder, rolling pulses.

When I darted a look up at her, her mouth was open on shallow, panting breaths, and her face was flushed and so beautiful it hurt. Possessiveness and fear gripped me in equal measure. No one would take her from me.No one.She was my whole world, the best thing to ever happen to me.

She'd been silent for too long. I pulled my mouth away—and jumped in surprise when her hand dove into my hair, grabbing a fistful of strands to shove my face back in her pussy.

I didn’t recognise the low, rumbling sound that escaped me, but it made her back arch.

"Please, please don't stop," she babbled. "Please, Wane, I'm so close. I—I need it so badly. I need to come, please can I come?"

"My beautiful mate," I breathed against her pussy, my lips dripping with the taste of her. "Of course you can come."

My voice came out even—I'd learned to hide every bit of emotion under Cronus's cruel hand—but inside I was losing my goddamn mind.She was going to come? Because of me?

My hands shook where I gripped her ass, and I unleashed myself on her, devouring every drop of arousal. I ate her like a madman, like an addict, like I'd die without another taste of her. I used my whole mouth, and I didn't know if this technique was right, had never learned this from anyone; this was instinct and need driving me, dark and pure.

I wanted every damn part of her to be mine, wanted to cover her in my touch like I was covered in her name, until there was no doubt who she belonged to.

"Wane!"

Her hips bucked when I glided a finger through her slickness and slid inside her.Fuck.Her pussy was so hot, and so goddamn soft that I lost my mind, my cock throbbing wildly. I’d imagined this so many times, but the fantasies were grey compared to these violent sensations.

She quivered around my finger, so I added another and moved my mouth faster, more desperate with every moment. She was going to come—on my face, around my fingers. She was a gift and a treasure and she was mine. She was really going to come.

"Please don't stop, don't stop, don’t stop," she chanted, digging her fingers into my shoulders, tension winding her body into one taut, desperate line.

I groaned against her clit, the taste of her, feel of her,soundof her wrecking me. The tension in her body snapped, her wings flaring wide and knocking bottles off the counter. I didn't give a shit if we broke them. She grabbed my head in both hands, tugging on my hair as her body shuddered, her shout filling the room and echoing back to drive me twice as crazy.

Her pussy gripped my fingers in tight, forceful pulses, scalding and dripping and making every part of me ache to be inside her, feeling that around my cock.

She came all over me, fuckingdrenchedme with her needy thrusts, and all I could think wasI really made my mate come.Withmyhands andmytongue, not a surrogate’s or a fantasy.Me.Mine.

My knees hurt from the cold tile floor, but I didn't stop eating Haley until her legs stopped shaking and her loud cries turned to little whimpers—I'd learned that years ago from one of her needy tantrums when one of the guys stopped too soon. She’d squirmed, knocking a candle off the bedside table, and nearly burned the safe house to a blackened crisp. My mate was deadly when it came to her pleasure.

"Wane," she gasped now, her hips jerking against my mouth one last time, "Wane."

I pressed a final kiss to her clit as she slumped against the counter, her eyes fluttering shut. Her chest rose and fell with long, slow breaths, her expression calm. Fuck me, she was beautiful.

I withdrew my fingers, instantly obsessed with the gleam of her on my skin. Her arousal and cum was a siren song; I wrapped my lips around my fingers and groaned at the explosion of her taste—sweeter than before, deliciously smoky, and nowhere near enough.

I'd just devoured her pussy, and I needed more. If I got lockjaw, I got lockjaw; some things were more important.

"Wane," she groaned, her eyes flying open when I lifted her onto the edge of the counter, spreading her legs. Her teeth met her bottom lip when I sank my fingers back inside her, moving slowly so I could watch the play of expressions on her face.

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