Page 43 of Prisoner of the Lycan Prince

I smoothed my hands up her legs, urging her knees up and placing her feet flat on the desk. She moaned as I lowered my head and licked the damp silk that covered her opening. Her salty-sweet taste teased my tongue.

And it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Because,” I said, slipping my fingers under the silk—and almost losing my mind at the damp, hot feel of her most intimate skin against my hand. “I have a feeling this pussy of yours is going to taste like candy. When I find something sweet, I take my time with it. So you’re probably going to need to hang on.” With one swift motion, I ripped the panties from her body.

Her gasp echoed around the study as I went to my knees and yanked her ass to the edge of the desk. Then I spread her pussy with my thumbs and ran my tongue up her center. Ecstasy. She was ambrosia, her cunt as sweet and intoxicating as I’d imagined. Moisture pooled at her entrance, the sight of her creamy, pink perfection instantly searing itself into my brain. Spreading her wider, I thrust my tongue inside her.

The desk creaked as Harper trembled above me, her breathless sounds of surprise becoming impassioned moans. “Oh my… Oh god, yes. Yes, Einar.” Her knees fell wide, and she squirmed against my mouth.

My hunger grew, a growl rumbling in my throat as I laved her slit, drawing forth more of her silky sweet arousal. I lapped and sucked, running my tongue over her plump lips before fucking her with my tongue.

Her soft moans filled my ears as she writhed on the desk. A second later, pain shot through my scalp as she gripped my hair and dragged my mouth to her clit.

“There,” she growled, holding me where she wanted me.

Yes, ma’am. I circled her clit with my tongue, teasing the swollen little bud.

“Yes, yes,” she panted, bucking her hips against my face. The desk creaked rhythmically with her thrusts. Her moans grew louder, her movements more frantic. I sucked at her clit, bracing for her to come.

“Where have you been the past five days?” she asked.

I paused, surprise and amusement coursing through me in equal measure. Finally, I turned my head and nipped at her inner thigh, making her yelp. “Is this some new reporting tactic? Offering me a taste of paradise while you pepper me with questions?” I fluttered my tongue over her clit.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her legs trembling around my ears. “Is it working?”

I couldn’t hold back my chuckle. “No.” I pushed a finger inside her, and I couldn’t control my groan when her pussy clamped down. “Stop being nosy and come on my face.” Pumping my finger inside her, I fastened my mouth over her clit and sucked hard.

“Oh!” She tightened her grip on my hair, ensuring I couldn’t move. Not that I would have moved for anything. I sucked and licked down her folds, dropping kisses over her slick, feverish flesh before returning to her clit. The next time I suckled the questing bud, her cries rose to a wail.

“I’m coming! Oh my… Einar, I’m coming!” She stiffened, her cries climbing as she claimed her pleasure.

I took her through it, suckling her clit and pumping my finger into her tight, pulsing passage. Dragging forth every last drop of pleasure.

Finally, she went limp, her satisfied-sounding sigh fluttering around my ears. I stood and wiped my face. Then I pulled her up and threaded my hands through her hair. She was breathless, her temples damp and her cheeks bright pink. I wanted to keep going—to press her back down, free my cock, and plunge into her heat.

As if she’d read my mind, she regarded me with glassy, lust-drunk eyes. “What about you?”

I pulled a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead and smoothed it back. “What about me?”

Something vulnerable flashed in her eyes—there and gone so quickly I wouldn’t have caught it if I hadn’t been standing so close. “Don’t you want to keep going?” she asked.

I took one of her hands and guided it to my erection. As her eyes rounded, I gave her what I knew was a rueful smile. “You have no idea how much I want to keep going.” I rested my forehead against hers. “But you deserve better than a desk or a sofa in my study. When I fuck you, Harper, it’s going to be in my bed, where I can spread you over my face and eat your pussy properly.”

Her eyes darkened to sapphire. Her reply was a thread of sound. “That wasn’t proper just now?”

“Not at all. That was a warm up.” I slipped a hand between us and pushed two fingers into her heat. Her pussy clenched around me, and she shivered, her eyes locked with mine even as her flush stole down her neck.

I smiled. “As I said before, when I find something sweet, I like to take my time with it. So that’s how we’ll start. And when you’re slick and begging, I’ll give this pussy what it deserves.” Slowly, I slid my fingers in and out, finger-fucking her without touching her clit. The thick, wet sounds of her juices warred with her ragged breaths. I continued pumping my fingers into her heat. “Now, I couldn’t help but notice you loaded up my refrigerator with food. Are you going to feed me?”

Her reply came in a breathless rush. “Do you…oh god…want that?”

“Mmm, I definitely do. How about dinner tonight? You cook. I’ll clean.”

“Do princes clean up after dinner?”

I withdrew my fingers enough to circle her clit, and I smiled when she shivered and dug her teeth into her lip. “This one does,” I said. “Have dinner with me, Harper.”

She nodded, her eyes glittering with lust. “All right.”

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