Page 30 of Kai's Hunger

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Kai

I felt like shouting out my victory. At long last, I had her taste on my tongue, the tang of her climax tantalizingly mixed with the sweet flavor of her. My animal stirred, the base instincts roaring to the surface. My claws extended, my teeth elongated, and I struggled to keep control. To hide my nature from her. I quickly turned away from her. Counted to ten to gain control. I needed, wanted, to make love to her. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me, snug and deep. I craved her. Now. In fifty different ways.

“I should go, let you sleep,” I muttered, fear of losing control foremost on my mind.

“Kai, look at me,” Lily urged.

I turned and watched her sitting on the edge of the bed. “Did I do something wrong?”

I ran a hand over my face. “Nothing could feel more right, Lily. You are everything. You bring me to my knees with your cries.”

“Good, then I think it’s my turn.” She stood, her curves, taunting me. My mouth watered. I needed to taste her again. To bite into her let her blood coat my canines. Seal our bond.

“Turn?” I couldn’t seem to stay on track. My need for her drowned out all rational thought.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I want to taste you. Will you deny me?”

“I would never say no to you,” I promised, meaning it. “I’d give you eternity if I could.”

Her hum of approval lit me on fire, my innerYucilonsnarling with impatience. I stood and yanked my t-shirt over my head before starting on my boots and jeans. When I was naked, Lily stood back. Her gaze traveled the length of me, but when she stopped and stared at my cock, I had to hide a grin. “Like what you see?”

“I knew you’d make me drool if I ever got a good look at you.” She licked her lips. “I wasn’t wrong.” When she slowly melted to her hands and knees, my pulse went haywire. With her head back, Lily stared up at me, waiting. I ached to break the chains binding me. To claim, to mate, to bond. The urge to mark her as mine was almost overwhelming.

Almost.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” I took hold of my cock in a tight fist and pumped it once, twice, then demanded, “Suck it for me, Lily.”

Lily crawled toward me, her chin tilting upward when she looked from my face to my groin. Mouth wide, she took me in and clamped her lips around the head so tight I nearly came.

I wrapped the length of her hair around my fist so there was no slack, no way for her to retreat. Then, with my other hand, I took hold of her chin and guided her head farther onto my throbbing cock, showing her how I liked it. She managed half my length, and I wanted more.

“Come on, sweetness,” I murmured, “just a little more. Let me feel your throat.”

She frowned and tried to take more, but gagged. She pulled back and stared at my cock as if trying to figure out a way to do what I wanted. To please me. “You’re ... big.”

I drew my hand from her hair and stroked her throat. “It’s okay. The feel of your lips and tongue is enough to drive me over the edge.”

“I want to do this right,” she explained, frowning up at me. “I want to make you feel good.”

“You already do,” I said in a voice gone hoarse. “Just looking at you is making me half-crazed here.”

She nodded and licked her lips. I cupped the back of her head and nudged her forward. She swept her tongue over the engorged tip and hummed eagerly before sucking me in deep. She angled her head, and a few more inches disappeared inside her mouth. Soon, I was balls deep. My entire body shuddered. Her head bobbed back and forth, her tongue circling the head of my cock. Her eyes drifted closed, face flushed.

“Jesus H,” I groaned. “Such a pretty little mouth.”

She moaned and brought me all the way out before sucking me in again. The slurping sounds she made had my sac drawing up tight. Her tits pressed against my thighs as she fucked me with her mouth. I swallowed howls of pleasure, dug my claws into her scalp a split second before quickly retracting them. Fuck, that was close. Too close.

“Son of a bitch, you’re about to get a mouthful, Lily,” I warned. Soon the choice would be taken away from her, because I was fast losing my mind.

Her only response was a delicious humming sound as she continued her sweet torture. I flung my head back and closed my eyes, savoring every second of having Lily’s mouth on me, taking me straight to paradise. I slammed my claws into my thighs, burying them into my skin to keep from hurting her, my preternatural nature barely held in check.

When her tongue probed the slit at the end of my cock, I stiffened. My animal snarled, the urge to mate, to seal the bond, overwhelming.

“Lily,” I warned, my voice a deep, guttural growl.

She sucked harder. Two more strokes of her tongue and I erupted, pouring my hot come all over her tongue and down her throat. The need to bite, to mark her as mine, surged through me, but I held back, barely. For now.

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