Page 90 of Heartsong
She made a noise of assent, and in one determined move, he swept the fabric from her legs.
“Open for me.”
Her thighs trembled as they parted. Frey hooked one with his knee, spreading her wide for his greedy fingers. Anna gasped when the pads of two fingers slid down her slit, and Frey hissed to feel just how hot and slick she was for him.
“Goddesses,” he groaned. She would scorch him through, and he’d happily burn.
He spread her cunt wide, fingers gliding through her slick as he found and circled her clitoris. Anna threw her head back, arching nearly off his chest. He held her tight, thumbing her nipple as he teased her clitoris with the rough pad of one finger.
“Like this,fy nghalon?”
“Mmhmmmmm.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“As good as your toy?” She arched again when his hand delved deeper, finding her entrance. He carefully pushed a finger inside, past the ring of muscle. Her cunt clenched around him, making his cock kick against his own braies, and he hissed to feel how tightly she gripped him.
“Did you imagine it was me,fy nghalon?When you used your toy, did you imagine it was my cock pushing deep inside you?”
“Yes!”
He nipped at the perfect curve of her neck, rumbling with pleasure when her nails scraped his scalp. She writhed as his fingers teased and played, making circles around her clitoris only to leave without pressing on the hood. She bathed his hand and her thighs in her own slick as he slid first one then two then three fingers deep into her greedy cunt.
Anna turned her head to press her hot mouth to his skin. “Frey,” she pled, “I need—harder—please!”
Blood rushing, Frey couldn’t deny her. His hands were merciless as they sought her pleasure, working her body with feverish purpose. When the first flickers of her orgasm began to shudder through her, Frey pushed two fingers inside, needing to feel her come around him.
Her muscles gripped him and sucked him deeper, so tightly he nearly came with her.
But he couldn’t look away from the glory of his mate in ecstasy. Head thrown back, breasts jutting, and hips working his hand, Anna chased down and took her pleasure. It was furious and shattering and Frey would remember it for all his days.
He prolonged her pleasure as long as he was able, petting and stroking and praising. He purred for her, and when her body went limp from the effort, he caught her up in his arms, ready to hold her.
Gently, he pulled away from her cunt, running his soaked fingers up her body. He painted one heaving breast in her slick before sucking his claws into his mouth and devouring her taste. She watched him with dazed eyes and heavy lids, her pulse fluttering at her throat.
Lips wet with her, he claimed her mouth in a savage kiss. He wanted to brand her taste into his memory, her heat into his skin.
She was boneless and soft when he set her down in the bed. He fetched a cloth to cleanse her, taking just a moment to finish off the angry cock throbbing between his legs. It took only a few moments, her taste still on his tongue, and then he rejoined his heartsong.
Once she was cleaned and redressed, he climbed back into the bed to hold her. She was asleep in moments as he purred for her, and to his surprise and pleasure, soon he too began to doze off in true sleep.
It’d been another life since Frey slept.
The first of many firsts he intended to have with his Anna.
25
If she didn’t keep focused, Anna found herself staring off into space, daydreaming about last night. The water of the shower went lukewarm before she realized she’d just been staring at the tiles, remembering how Frey growled in her ear as his fingers worked her so deliciously. He shouldn’t be that good right off the bat. It just wasn’t fair.
After the microwave beeped at her when she didn’t take her oatmeal out within a minute and reading the same sentence on her résumé ten times, Anna gave herself a physical and mental shake. It’d be hours before Frey woke up, and she had things to do. Otherwise, she might start groping a statue and she wasn’t prepared for the questions she’d have for herself if it came to that.
Giving Captain a good scritch, Anna scrolled through her résumé, making updates and edits. Then, begrudgingly, she toggled to a job search engine and began looking. Nothing immediately jumped out at her; nothing was as close or paid as well or had as good of benefits—but she’d promised him, so she spent an hour looking and applied to two positions.
It was more than not wanting to interview again and possibly winding up with reduced benefits; there was something about searching for another job that felt almost…disloyal. Anna had never been attached to employers or companies before, and she didn’t think there was a great reason to be now, given that the museum was some sort of weird magical prison, but it still felt wrong to be leaving the museum.
She didn’t quite have the words to describe how or why she felt this way, certainly not enough to explain it to Frey. So, she applied for the positions that didn’t sound too horrible and left it there for the day.
