Page 150 of Voidwalker
Every muscle tensed as his mouth pressed harder. His tongue stroked deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Fi gasped, “How fucking long is yourtongue?”
Antal laughed against her, paralyzing. She pooled like liquid beneath his claws, lost in the feel of him and the building heat inside her, wondering how she’d ever stood a chance against this self-destructing inevitability.
Until he stopped.
The abrupt end made Fi whimper. Antal pulled back, head tilted over her as she shook with unfinished need.
Fi would destroy him. She’d skin this insolent immortal alive and mount his antlers on her mantle. She’d—
A knock pounded her door.
Fi’s eyes widened in terror. In anguish. She looked to Antal. To the door. Back to him and his shit-eating smirk.
“They’ll go away,” she begged the Planeverse.
“Hmm…” He cast her beneath lidded eyes, a brush of his thumb between her legs that coiled her into an arc against him. She bit her tongue against a shout.
The knocking came again, louder.
“They’ll go away,” she whined. “Keep going.”
“Fi!” came a shout from the porch.
Kashvi. Fi would disown that woman.
“Get your hungover ass out of bed,” Kashvi called from outside. “Or Void help me, I’ll take this door down.”
Fi doubted she was bluffing.
“You should see to that,” Antal purred.
“Don’t you dare,” Fi snarled back.
Her breath caught as he snared her in a bruising kiss that tasted of sweet and salt. The traces of her on his mouth.
“Until later?” he taunted, a promise sealed by a nip to her ear.
He pushed off and vanished. Fi sucked the static on her tongue.
At the telltale creak of wood, she looked up. Antal settled in his usual sprawl upon the rafters, a languid sway to his tail, watching her with too much smug satisfaction. His mouth curled, a flash of teeth as he stretched several inches of long black tongue to clean his lips.
That tongue was a cruelty.
Another barrage of knocks hit the door.
“By the wide black Void, Kashvi, I’m coming!”
Just not in the way she’d hoped.
Fi took a moment to gather her breath. After fixing her clothes and combing a hand through her hair, she stalked across the room, spitting curses about poor timing andpainfullyaware of eyes tracking her from above. She yanked her door open.
“What?”
