Page 133 of Heartsong
His cock kicked against his trouser zipper.
“Mmm,” he hummed, “fy nghariad bach drwg.”
She smiled shakily, still shivering as he continued to draw little circles and figures along the phone screen. His Anna put on a brave face, taking up the one fork to cut a bite of cake. She managed to slide it into her mouth, those plush lips closing around the tines before the tip of her tongue pressed against them in a slow lick.
Frey tapped the phone three times in quick succession in retribution.
Anna startled, and he moved his hand from her hip to the curve of her belly. He could just feel the vibrations of the little toy, and ran his finger along the screen to experiment.
He played with her for the better part of a half-hour like that, seeing what motions drew which vibrations and reactions. When he knew she drew close to release, he’d set her phone aside to instead feed them cake. She made little moans of protest, hiding the noises behind her hand so the other diners wouldn’t hear. But Frey heard, his blood nearly boiling by the time the cake was gone.
He sealed the last bite with a kiss, tasting the rich chocolate on her lips as he swirled his finger across the screen. Her fist clutched at his shirt, and he swallowed her needy little moans greedily, wanting to—
Their waiter cleared her throat.
He and Anna looked up sheepishly and accepted the check.
As Frey took care of the bill, Anna fished several paper bills from her purse. “Let’s tip her well. That got a bit more R-rated than I’d meant.”
“Really?” he purred into her ear. “What did you mean by doing something so wicked? Surely you meant for me to lay you out on this table and fuck you senseless.”
She shuddered with lust in his arms. “Car. Let’s get to the car.”
“And what will we do there?”
The look she shot him would’ve been evil if he couldn’t smell how thick her desire already ran. She’d practically be dripping on the short walk to the car, and a purr exploded from his chest to think of her slick running down her thighs.
Yet another dessert.
Their bill paid and waiter tipped handsomely, they made their way from the restaurant. Anna seemed steady on her feet now that she’d reclaimed her phone, but Frey settled his hand at the small of her back, a claim and a reminder.
The walk to the car was thankfully short and the parking lot fairly deserted. The cool evening air did nothing to ease Frey’s burning skin as he opened the passenger door and helped his mate climb inside.
Rather than walk around to his own side, though, he crowded her on the seat, pulling her legs around him.
“Frey, someone will—”
“No one will see,fynghân.” He’d tear their eyes out if they did.
Rucking up her dress, his hand delved between her thighs. The heat of her soft skin scorched him as he moved the soaked gusset of her panties away.Ah, there you are.He explored the toy with questing fingers, feeling how one node rested against her clitoris and the other part was buried deep inside her.
Anna braced herself on his shoulders, her face gone tight with need. Her lips rounded with surprise when he pulled the toy from her body and replaced it with his fingers. Two swirled inside her, sliding easily in her slick, while he ran his thumb over her clitoris.
“Frey!”
“Your toys are amusing, but you know your pleasure ismine,” he growled against her throat.
Anna keened and fell back across the center console, back bowing as her hips rolled and rolled and rolled through her orgasm. Frey let her milk his fingers, feeling how her muscles clenched and drew him deeper still, but had no mercy on her clitoris, working it beneath his thumb.
She was absolutely glorious in her pleasure, hair thrown back, breasts thrust skyward, thighs trembling with release. Her heels dug into his flanks and her nails into his forearms, making Frey hiss in vicious pleasure.
When she finally came down, her breathing heavy and her body still quaking, Frey pulled his fingers from her and replaced the toy inside. Anna moaned as she watched him lick his fingers clean.
“Holy shit,” she muttered.
Frey grinned, his hunger for her a coiling, wild thing inside him. “I won’t be having you home by ten.”
Instead, he drove. Under a waxing moon, they drove through the city, the lights gleaming on the dark waters of the bay. He drove them north over the bridge, one hand on the wheel and the other gripped tightly on Anna’s thigh.
