Page 32 of Tomlin

He licked lightly across her clit and her whole body jolted from the sensation.

“More,” she demanded, and his mouth closed over her clit, hot and demanding.

It was almost too much, but she rocked against him, seeking more, and he gave it to her. He sucked the pulsing bud of her clit into his mouth, then left it long enough to trace a hot, wet line down between her folds, working his tongue slowly into her swollen entrance before returning to that taut little bundle of nerves.

“So sweet,” he rumbled as he alternated between swirling his tongue around the throbbing knot and sucking at it, each variation sending new waves of sensation through her body. She was crying out now, no longer able to hold back the sounds as her body coiled tighter and tighter. He very gently pressed a finger into her and her body yielded easily to his touch, despite the soreness.

The extra pressure inside her was exactly what she needed, sending her flying as an endless wave of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her gasping and limp. He softened hismouth, easing her down before finally lifting his head and looking up at her, a purely masculine expression of satisfaction on his face.

“Better?”

“Mmm.”

He smiled at her wordless hum of contentment, then left her long enough to fetch a wet washcloth, careful wiping her down, before wrapping her in her blue robe and perching her glasses back on her nose.

“Time to eat.”

She didn’t think she was hungry but as soon as the first delicious smell reached her she realized that she was ravenous. He watched approvingly as she ate every bite, then poured them each a glass of wine before they curled up on the couch together.

Despite the contentment brought out by a full stomach and his talented tongue, she found herself returning to her earlier questions.

“I was thinking…”

“Of course you were,” he said lightly but she could feel a tiny shadow of apprehension through their connection.

“You said that the psychic weapon was no longer a threat, but how can you be sure?”

A chill shivered down her spine as his voice went cold.

“Marshall was the only one who had put the pieces together and who had the resources to fund the operation.”

“Was?”

“He’s dead. He was a threat, not only to people I cared about, but to everyone. I could not permit it.”

This time she felt the pain beneath the icy veneer. He’d done what he had to do, but it had cost him.

“I see,” she said quietly.

She knew he was braced for further questions, even recrimination, but she had no desire to add to his torment. Instead, she changed the subject to her unwelcome visitor.

“Do you think the Vultor meant what he said? Do you think he’ll return?”

She caught the beginning of a growl, but he silenced it, pushing aside his anger.

“I don’t know. Based on what Seren told me, he is not acting with the approval of the pack. I suspect he may even have gone rogue.” He played absently with her fingers as he considered the matter. ““I think I should let Seren know and let him deal with it.”

“Do you think he will?”

‘Yes. It occurs to me that might even be the reason he’s in the area.”

“Then I agree we should let him handle it.” She hummed thoughtfully, then smiled up at him. “I think I’m still hungry.”

He immediately looked concerned, and she hid a smile.

“Then I will feed you. What would you like?”

“This.” She clasped her hand around his erection, or at least as much of it as she could. “I want to taste you.”

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