Page 83 of Hunters and Prey

“And…?” he prompted.

“So are you. You weren’t drunk before, and you aren’t now.”

All true. His drinking constitution was legendary.

He couldn’t peel the leggings down far enough, so he settled for thrusting his hand inside and curving two fingers between her thighs. He swallowed her surprised gasp as her hips rose and pushed against him.

“I can’t get these off.”

“That’s fine,” she said, voice so fucking sultry his cock throbbed in response. “Because that isn’t where I want you.”

Her fingers slipped into his shorts and freed his cock before he his brain caught up with her words. “I want you in my mouth.”

Oh.Yes. Fuck, yes. He didn’t know what the hell he must have done in this life or the last to deserve what had to be every man’s fantasy, but hell if he wasn’t going to enjoy it.

El slipped down from his lap to the floor and took him in her fist, gliding her fingers up and down in a smooth rhythm. Then her hot, wet mouth surrounded him, and the joy of it was almost too much for him to take. He moaned and threaded her red hair through his fingers.

“Fuck, baby, yes. Take it. Take it all, sweetheart.”

The sensual caress of her lips skimmed past his cockhead inch by throbbing inch. She dragged him down so deep he saw stars, then she worked him over with the kind of enthusiasm he’d never seen before, swallowing him until her cheeks hollowed with the suction.

Her mouth slipped off of him, leaving his dick glistening and bobbing, cool without her touch. Just when he thought she was done, she peered up and aimed him a wicked grin.

Teasing, wet licks resumed, drawing out his pleasure and heightening his anticipation for release. As much as he wanted that release to be inside her, he was willing to accept whatever she’d give.

“El, I want…I need to be—” She swirled her tongue over the tip then engulfed him anew, taking him into her throat and making his eyes roll in his head. “Fuck!” he barked out, jerking his hips up. Her long hair tickled the tops of his thighs as she kneaded his balls with one hand, bringing her A-game like a woman on a mission, with a battle plan already etched out in her mind.

Hell, maybe she had planned it all out.

Every time he thought he was on the brink of orgasm, El changed strategy.

Magic. It had to be magic. Later, he’d ask if she’d cheated and taken some uncanny control of his body, but in the moment, he fucking lived for it, and she could do any damned thing she wanted to him. He’d happily be her guinea pig.

His cock was throbbing out of control as the impending climax sizzled in his balls. He pumped and thrust, groaning her name with desperate urgency and tangling his fingers in her hair. A few starfish pins fell free.

“El, bella dea, you’re killing me. Fucking killing me.”

And then his beautiful goddess took him deep in her throat, and he finally let go in every way. Orgasm jetted from his shaft in a hot burst, and he shuddered beneath her, completely at her mercy. The world faded to shades of black and gray as he gasped her name over and over.

She sucked him through every drop as leaden weight sank his limbs into the mattress.

“C’mere, baby,” he rasped, reaching for her, though his arms felt incredibly heavy. She curled against his side and kissed his throat.

He just needed a minute. A few seconds. He wasn’t a twenty-year-old kid able to pop it up again in a minute, but he’d be good soon enough.

Only, by the time he stirred again, he was under the blankets and hours had passed. His lovely El was gone, and the only proof that she’d been there at all were the two empty bottles of pomegranate wine on the floor.

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