Page 137 of Harbinger

She dug her fingers into the arms of my coat, spun, and slammed me up against the nearest tree, the earth rumbling at the force of it.

With a flick of her fingers, she had my coat on the ground, then she ripped open my shirt. I choked as her mouth was suddenly on me, lips, tongue and teeth roaming all over my torso, sending sparks of need through me at every hot lick, then every animalistic nip.

My dragon within roared in satisfaction as she marked my flesh all over.

I reached down and trailed my fingers up her thigh, dipping underneath her dress. I could feel the heat of her arousal before I even made contact there.

And when I did, finding her bare and without panties, she soaked my hand gloriously.

A low growl rumbled from me as I dragged my fingers through her folds. Her nails dug into my abs and she groundagainst my teasing fingers, little moans muffled from licking and nipping at me coming from her.

Movement in my peripheral vision jolted me, and then Kai was there.

He held up his hand to me, letting me know that he wasn’t going to interfere in the physicality of this between me and her. And then he carefully laid his hand on her shoulder, his magic pulsing. “That will hold no matter what. Let go, sweet Ari,” he told her, before planting a kiss on her cheek from behind, then moving away.

I reached out with my free hand and stroked his. “Thank you.”

He smiled and walked away, over to Nyx.

I looked at Ariana and her eyes were glazed with lust.

I wanted more of that, and I thrust two fingers inside her in the next second, making her buck and cry out.

I held her gaze as I pulled almost all the way out, then sank back in slowly, inch by inch, then curled my fingers inside her, teasing her sweet spot, then scraping her walls, earning some sexy moans and trembles of pleasure from her that were a sight to behold.

She snagged my free hand and shoved it against the cups of her dress, while undulating on my fingers. “Unleash,” she breathed.

I got the message and called my talons forth.

Then I slashed them across her dress, shredding the material into pieces and intentionally nicking her in the process, until rivulets of blood ran over her soft skin, across the tops of her breasts, from her nipples, and even down her stomach.

I yanked my fingers free of her roughly and she screamed out as she came, bucking and leaking all over the inside of her thighs.

“Motherfucker,” I groaned, watching her taste pleasure.

I lunged at her, taking her down to the forest floor.

And then I was losing it, wrenching her thighs apart and diving in, licking up her taste like a ravenous fucking madman that had her screeching out into the forest and clawing at the rough ground.

I didn’t stop, feasting on her like an animal.

Even when she came again, her whole body going rigid, and her raking her nails down my back.

Even when she shuddered in overstimulation.

I took my fill, just like she’d been urging me to do.

Just like she knew I needed.

Just like the beast within craved.

Her taste was beyond addictive.

It was like coming home—in a really good way.

Her reactions were wild and called to the primal part of me so perfectly.

And the dynamic of her owning me, then me owning her… the back and forth of it… it was mesmerizingly intoxicating.

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