Page 40 of Rogue Familiar

“Like this,” he murmured. “I like how this looks.”

She squirmed, complying, pressing her thighs firmly together, and he whispered a laugh. Resuming his meticulous removal of her panties, he worked them from under one knee, then the other. She didn’t miss that he set her knees down again slightly wider apart. “Jadren,” she muttered into the pillow, sounding plaintive, her face hot.

He stroked a hand down her thigh, then traced the back of her knee which shouldn’t have been so unbearably erotic. Bending her knee so it inched forward, he pulled the panties over her ankle, repeating the process with her other leg, her bottom now high in the air and her thighs far enough apart that he must be able to see everything. She tried to wriggle them together but he stopped her by dint of putting himself between her spread ankles, caressing the upraised globes of her bottom.

“Why do you have to be so fucking gorgeous?” he asked in a philosophical tone. “I mean, look at this adorable ass. Tiny, tight, perfect. And then this treasure.” He trailed light fingers down one side of her sex, not quite touching the most sensitive part, teasing her.

Mortified, feeling her face hot against the pillow, she writhed, knowing her sex must be swollen and dripping wet. All on display.

“So responsive, too,” Jadren whispered, continuing to tease her, still not touching her where she wanted, needed it most. “But shy. I thought you insisted you’re not a virgin.” His fingers tangled in the soft hair at the apex of her mound, petting her, tracing the exterior of her sex. “Are you embarrassed?”

She groaned, glad he couldn’t see her face.

“Answer me, Seliah,” he commanded softly, settling a soft fingertip at the exact spot where her nether lips converged, where the hair gave way to tender flesh, stroking very gently, not nearly enough to send her over. “You’re very wet, so I believe you’re aroused and enjoying this, but is it too much? You can tell me if it is.”

And then he’d stop. She understood his game now, why he was pushing her comfort levels like this. He’d never believed that she wasn’t a virgin and this was his way of testing her. Well, she’d known this about him. Jadren couldn’t help playing his little games, taunting, testing, and challenging her. Probably he hoped she’d lose her nerve and let him off the hook.

She pushed up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder at him. He met her gaze, seeming a bit startled, his wizard-black eyes intense in his handsome face, rigid lines of controlled passion in the set of his jaw. “I’m not a virgin,” she told him, “but I’ve also never done anything like this. Still, there’s nothing I won’t give you, Jadren. Nothing you can’t see or have.” Very deliberately, she spread her thighs wider, offering herself to him.

He stared her down, a humming growl coming from him. Slowly, holding her gaze, fingers digging into her hips to keep her still, he bent and licked one globe of her bottom, then gently sank his teeth into a bite.

It was exquisite. She shuddered, whimpering, feeling her sex weeping, her limbs weakening with sapping desire. Jadren murmured something incoherent in reply, hands skimming up her body to cup her breasts and tease her nipples. Collapsing, unable to hold herself up any longer, she pressed into his hands, into his marauding mouth.

And he still hadn’t fully touched her sex. She whimpered, pleading wordlessly, but continued to yield to however he wanted to see and touch her. She could give him this, her utter trust, her complete compliance. Whatever he wanted or needed from her, he could have. He’d promised he’d give her utmost pleasure and she believed him.

When he flipped her over, she went with the movement, lying back in the disarrayed tangle of her hair. He knelt between her splayed thighs, still fully dressed, his black gaze hooded as he looked at her, almost idly feathering light fingers over her belly, the sensitive hollows of her hips and groin. Rolling her hips, she held up her arms to him, but he smiled, thin and sly as a fox, and shook his head.

Setting his hands on her knees, he pressed them wider, tickling the backs of them so she shuddered wildly. “Such interesting places to torment you with,” he murmured thoughtfully. “I look forward to discovering every one, but for now, I’m going to indulge myself and you’ll patiently allow it, yes?”

She nodded, mouth dry, not quite certain what he meant, but on board for whatever it might be. Pushing her knees back, Jadren slid down and settled himself, blowing lightly on her quivering tissues. Threading her hands through that thick hair, she made sounds of encouragement. His tongue touched her, right at that spot where he’d set his finger, and she convulsed at the sheer extremity of the sensation. Jadren laughed, darkly amused, and shifted his grip to hold her still.

Kissing her in that exact spot again, he wiggled his tongue, wet to wet, the deft and delicate caress of his lips joining to press another, fuller kiss to her sex, so intimate, so drenched with sensual affection that she sighed into it, offering and accepting more.

And there was more. He explored her with his mouth, making her aware of the fine petals of flesh so they felt almost foreign to her. She’d touched herself before, of course, with her fingers, and knew how to make herself come, but this felt entirely different in a way she couldn’t have anticipated. He seemed to know what felt good before she did, finding which spots and rhythms drove her wild. She lost all sense of self-consciousness, of self at all, a creature of sensation, an instrument played by the mastery of his expert kisses and caresses.

She sobbed at the exquisite sensations, begging him, and he brought her to climax, not pausing in his ministrations as she convulsed, driving her still higher, increasing the tension before she had a moment to release, to catch her breath. Until finally she was screaming, thrashing wildly in the firm command of his hands and the determined assault of his mouth.

At last he let her drop, slowing the caress of lips and tongue, releasing her hips now that they no longer leapt. He set a firm hand on her belly, the still strength comforting and grounding, calming her. She cracked her lids to find him smiling at her, smugly pleased. She breathed a laugh. “That was amazing.”

“Yes,” he replied, almost reverently. “Yes, it was.”

Crossing his arms, he took hold of the hem of the rough-spun shirt he wore and pulled it up, over his head, treating her to a view of his excellent chest, the brass tube hanging on its chain around his neck. He pulled that off, too, at set it aside, lean muscles flexing with chiseled lines under his pale skin, which sported a dusting of auburn hair, like flames licking over snow. Selly sat up, suddenly reenergized, and splayed her hands over those muscles, tracing him with her fingers. He stilled under her touch and she glanced up to find him watching her almost warily. “Is this all right?” she asked, and he nodded, a bit uncertain.

Bending her head to his chest, she tongued one nipple, then the other, delighting in their copper color and velvety softness—and in how Jadren caught his breath, a thrum of response shivering through him. Giving him this was a delight of its own and she intensified her efforts, gratified by how he melted under her ministrations. He combed his fingers into her hair, stroking the heavy fall of it away from her face and moving it to stream down her back, otherwise holding still for her exploration, giving little sounds of appreciative pleasure.

Making her way down his flat belly, she tasted and tested, enjoying discovering what made him quiver under her caresses. She reached the tied waist of the trousers, glancing up in inquiry, finding him watching her with stark intensity, dark eyes fixed on her. With him holding her hair back like that, she realized, he could watch her as she pleasured him. His lips quirked at her knowing. “Quite a stirring sight,” he acknowledged wryly. “I’m not often on the receiving end.”

Often… or ever? She hadn’t really contemplated Jadren’s sexual history, beyond knowing that he’d essentially serviced any number of women—wizards and familiars, both—under the supervision of his mother and tormentor. Coming out of the magical healing put him in a crazed and aroused state where he had little control of himself. He’d learned to pleasure those nameless women, but who had they been and how had they treated him? In his somber gaze she caught a hint of that answer, a well of sorrow in him, and a glint of anticipation.

“May I?” she asked, hearing the sensual throatiness of her own voice. At his nod, which seemed slightly uncertain, though not in giving permission, but perhaps in him wondering how he’d handle this, she slowly loosened the ties, sliding the pants down so his erect cock sprang free, framed in its nest of fiery hair.

Following his example, she knelt up and, placing her palms on his chest, gently pushed him back on the bed, then worked the loose trousers off his legs, having to pull off first one boot, then the other. When she had him naked, she worked her way back up his long legs, kissing and nipping, letting her nipples graze him and her hair stream over his skin. He watched her still, almost warily, anticipation thrumming through their bond, through his quivering responses. She spread his legs as she advanced, settling herself between them and kissing around his scrotum drawn tight up under the hard cock lying on his belly, inhaling the scent of him, of sex and man.

“Seliah,” he said roughly, his breathing uneven with anticipation, “you don’t have to do this for me.”

She looked up his long body and smiled. “I want to.” Knowing he wanted to watch, she moved her hair out of the way.

He gathered it up. “I’ll be responsible for your hair,” he said on a hoarse laugh, then groaned as she licked her way from the looser skin of his balls up his hard shaft. Because she hadn’t done this before, she experimented, judging by the way Jadren moved under her, by the sounds he made, what worked best. Gripping the base of his shaft firmly in one hand, she swirled her tongue around the velvety tip, now licking, now sucking harder, until his movements became increasingly urgent. Finally he dropped her hair and seized her shoulders, stopping her and pulling her up, his fingers sliding into her sex. She gasped at the sheer pleasure of it and he groaned at her wetness, turning her onto her back and settling between her spread thighs.

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