Page 70 of Primal Hunger

It feels…nice. Her lips are soft, and the way she presses them to my skull, around each canine and along my lower jaw, sends tingles through me. My cock twitches in response.

My tongue darts out to taste her, painting a lick over the seam of her lips. With a sigh, Erin opens her mouth, tilting her head back to give me access to her mouth.

Following her lead, I wrap my tongue around hers, twining them together. I brush fluttering licks along her tongue, the roof of her mouth, along the inside of her teeth.

Erin groans, and her eyes flutter closed, her lashes dark against her cheeks. She remains open for me, exactly the way I want her.

The way I need her.

I tug her closer, my hands slipping from her wait to the curve of her ass. I massage the softness there, working her, kneading her, until she is pliant and moldable. She doesn’t shy away from my claws any longer.

If anything, she leans into me, enjoying the flash of pain along with her pleasure.

I scratch her skin, but not hard enough to scar her.

“I like this,” I say when I’ve pulled back enough to speak. “I like when you kiss me.”

I don’t have lips to press against her tender flesh the way she kisses me, but I drop my lower jaw as though I might bite her head off. I plan on nibbling her everywhere.

Keeping her close, I maneuver us to the fire, lifting her slightly and holding her against me. With my foot, I draw over one of the furs and set her down on it.

Even then, I don’t let her go.

I keep her close, reveling in the feel of her body close to mine. Nothing else matters. A thousand Echs could be on their way right now, ready to advance their fallen brethren, and it wouldn’t matter. The world outside fades away, my hunger diminishes to a barely noticeable twinge in my gut, and everything—for the moment—is perfect.

As long as she doesn’t stop touching me.

Her palms are soft on either side of my skull, the pads of her fingers brushing delicately over the bone. I drop down to my knees and bring Erin with me, her grip gliding higher to the base of my horns.

“Can you feel this?” she asks, her eyes wide and full of intrigue.

Pleasure spirals through me, and I swallow back an unseemly moan. “I feel everything.”

She works the base of my horns, up to the first point and back down again, memorizing the curves and swirls of them.

The sensation is almost as good as my own hand wrapped around my cock, but better, because I am not doing it to myself. It is all Erin. She has bewitched me.

What would I not do for this little human?

I pause, forcing myself to keep still while she explores me.

“They aren’t the same texture as antelope or buffalo,” she comments in an undertone. “I’m not sure what they are. The exterior of your horns are almost smooth, velvety but…not.”

It’s the first time she’s felt comfortable enough to touch me this way. Before, it’s always been me initiating and taking the lead, even when she was telling me no.

She wanted me then, no matter her protests.

That hasn’t changed.

Now, she is curious and allows her desire to lead her. I wonder what else she might do. If she might mount me and appear herself on my cock while I watch. If she’d be willing to get on her knees and let me fuck her pretty little mouth until tears fall from her eyes.

“Where do you want me to touch you, Syros?” She drags her tongue along my jaw and meets my eyes.

“Anywhere you want,” I manage to get out, groaning. “As long as youkeeptouching me.”

A pause, and then, “Okay.”

She’s not sure of herself, yet her tactile exploration does not falter.

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