Page 58 of Courting the Tiger King

His nod was eager and she smirked as he reached for her, raising himself up slightly so his mouth could close around her bud and suck so intently that Neah’s spine arched. He wanted to laugh. She didn’t know what she was asking for. She wanted to soak his face? He was just fine with that.

His tongue swept out, pressing into her entrance shallowly as it curled up, lapping at the cream of her while she whimpered.He retreated, blowing cold air over her sensitive flesh to make her writhe and then resuming his ministrations, mouth on her clit, tongue flicking the bud with just his tip, and his fingers slicking themselves against the wetness pooling at her entrance. His first thrust felt like sin, the heat of her pussy enveloping his two fingers as they pressed into her and sank in deep. Wren twisted, crooking them against her inner walls and feeling them flutter in response before he pulled them out and repeated the process, pace growing quicker as he lavished the apex of her pussy with attention, feeling it grow stiffer the more he stroked it with his tongue.

Her hips moved against his mouth, pressing down frantically for more friction, more sensation, but Wren resisted, instead keeping up his torturous pace on her clit and fucking her with his fingers. Then, when it seemed like she’d settled into the sensations, he switched things up and pressed his tongue into her entrance alongside his fingers.

She let out a high pitched, breathy moan that shot straight to his cock and Wren wasn’t sure he could hold back any longer. He pulled away slightly to look up at her, enjoying the deep pink of her cheeks and the way her head thrashed as she climbed closer to orgasm.

“Are you ready,caritas?”

“For what?” she whined and he chuckled.

“To soak my face.”

Her eyes flew open as he dove back down, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy and replacing them with his tongue. His fingers were slick with her arousal and he pressed them to her clit, slipping it between the pads of his fingers and squeezing it in short bursts that made her cry out.Close.She was so close.

This time, when he pressed on her clit, he feasted on her pussy, his tongue plunging into her and pulsing against the inner wall he knew would set her off. His fingers worked her as Neahcried out, legs trembling on either side of him as he felt her first orgasm shake against his tongue. But he wasn’t done yet.

Her hand tightened in his hair, as if she planned to pull him away, so he distracted her with his other hand, slipping it down between her legs to coat the digits in her come and then trailing back around to spread her cheeks and push in one finger.

The cry of surprise that left her made him grin as she grew wetter against his mouth. So she liked that?Interesting. He filed the tidbit away for later and sucked her pussy into his mouth in the same thrusting motion he used on her arse.

“Wren, Wren,” she begged. “I can’t—Not again?—”

He ignored her protests and lightly spanked her clit, pleased when she moaned loudly. So he did it again, and again, until her breaths came in short pants. Only then did he press down on her clit and stroke while his tongue fucked her until she let out a keening wail and moisture exploded from her, hitting his face, soaking his mouth and wringing out the last of her willpower as she sagged against him.

Wren pressed a soft kiss to her thigh as his hand stroked up and down her leg, comforting rather than taunting.

When her breathing settled, Neah stood up from her slump and then swayed. “Did I just?—?”

“Yep.” He couldn’t help the smug sound of his voice, but she must have been too dazed to tease him about it. Wren didn’t care, he’d made her squirt—for the first time, it seemed like—so yes, he was going to be damn well smug about it.

“Maybe I should be targeted more often,” she mumbled and waved off his frown with a giggle. “I think you melted my brain.”

“Anytime,” he said, smirking, and winced when stood up and his knees ached. “Though, maybe next time you ride my face we can use the bed? Save my knees the agony.”

Her laughter was sweet as it echoed through the chambers and he followed her with his eyes as she walked to the doorway that led to their bedroom. “Well? Are you coming?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

NEAH

Zennon and Sonnet were lounging on Neah’s bed when she walked into her chambers. Zen immediately jumped up to greet her, rushing over to wrap her in a hug that surprised Neah, whereas sparks jumped at Sonnet’s fingertips from Neah’s sudden arrival.

Sonnet grimaced, an apology on her face that Neah acknowledged over Zennon’s shoulder as she returned her sister’s embrace. Sonnet had been through a lot, the majority of which Neah could only imagine. It was only natural that she’d be a little jumpy. Was this the longest she’d stayed in one place?

Zennon squeezed Neah before withdrawing and smiling. “I feel like I’ve barely seen you lately.”

“Sorry,” she said, warmth heating her cheeks. It was true that she’d been spending a lot of time with Wren, both because she wanted to get to know him further and because her acceptance of their bond had made it difficult to keep their hands off each other. Though, really, a few days of absence was nothing in the face of the long times apart Neah usually endured as part of her work. “I, um, have news.”

Zennon squealed, clapping her hands excitedly as she spun to face Sonnet and bounced on the heels of her feet. “I told you!”

“I haven’t said anything yet,” Neah protested and the two women laughed as Sonnet flicked a coin to Zen. “Seriously? You placed bets?”

Sonnet shrugged. “Sometimes a little wager can make things more interesting—and we were getting bored watching you and Wren tiptoe around each other. Youaredoing the bonding ceremony, right?”

Neah crossed her arms and cocked a hip as she glanced between the two of them before sighing in exasperation. “Yes.”

“Excellent. Congrats, yada yada. Looks like I have a ceremony to prepare for,” Sonnet said, eyes going distant like she was already picturing her to-do list. “And don’t feel bad about taking my money,” she added, grinning at Zennon. “I stole that from Skye, so it’s his problem.”

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