Page 99 of Heartsong
His hands dove into her hair, whether to pull her closer or push her away he didn’t know—then her tongue swirled around the head and he stopped thinking altogether.
Anna hummed in approval, the sound vibrating all around his surprised, overjoyed cock. Barely half of him fit in her pretty mouth, but being a generous mate, she used her hands on what she couldn’t suck and lick, stroking and teasing his root and gently weighing his bollocks in her palm.
Nearly choking on a wheeze, Frey watched, transfixed as his cockhead shuttled in and out of Anna’s mouth, her tongue teasing over the slit and her plush lips wrapping around his girth. The sight was obscene, and Frey didn’t want to blink for fear he’d miss it.
She worked him with enthusiasm, but there was still a franticness to her that Frey sensed even caught in the current of pleasure. It was difficult, but before she could work him to orgasm, he gritted his fangs and pulled out of her mouth. The sight of his cockhead pressed against her pouting lips nearly had him spilling.
“I’m flattered,fynghân,truly. But I must know what troubles you. Tell me, then I’m more than happy to leave you to your endeavor.”
The pout didn’t leave her face, and neither did the concern he spotted in the line between her brows.
Frey sifted his claws through her hair, waiting for her words. His cock throbbed, bobbing against her lips as if to tell her to ignore his daft mouth and continue her glorious attentions. He hung by a thread, but he gave her the moment she needed to compose her answer.
“I just—I thought that would work. Having sex. I thought it would break the curse.”
Her gaze flitted away, but he caught the tears gathering there.
Purring for her, Frey pushed her back into the blankets and climbed into the bed with her. Laying at her side, he pressed soft kisses and traced gentle patterns into her skin, the small movements helping him get hold of himself, too.
“My Anna, it is as I said, the bond isn’t just about consummating. Within my kin, sex often happened the first day of finding a heartsong. That doesn’t mean the bond was fully formed. It’s about connection, intertwining. We grow our bond every moment we are together.”
The breath she took wobbled, and he silently begged her not to cry.
“I hoped we could hit fast-forward, I guess. I don’t know what else to do.”
“I don’t know that there’s anything else to do,fynghân.So long as the bond is accepted, it will grow.” It wasn’t quite a lie he told her, for it was what he thought to be the truth. Mostly, what he said was his hope. He didn’t know what would break the curse fully, only that it had to be tied to the mate bond.
His bond with Anna was nothing like he could have imagined—and it was more than his being a guardian and her human. So much stood against them that neither of them could have been faulted for hesitance or uncertainty. Through it all, the more he learned of his Anna, the more he wanted to know and the more he wanted this bond withher.
It would take time. Perhaps there was no way to break the curse, only encourage it to finally fade away.
“I just…don’t want you to resent me,” she whispered.
“Never. We are in this together, whatever may happen.”
“Together,” she repeated, and the word seemed to affect her. Her expression became less troubled, and the despondency he sensed in her a moment ago gave way to a fragile determination.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. This one was slow, sensual, the kind that could convince a guardian to do anything.
“I was freaking out all day,” she admitted, “trying to think of why this stupid curse won’t just break. All I could come up with was maybe more sex would help.”
A smile broke across his face, and his hand strayed down to catch and play with her soft breasts. “I’m certainly not saying it won’t,” he assured her. “I’d never say such a thing.”
Her laughter set his soul alight, and Frey made a great show of kissing down the center of her body. Anna’s fingers tangled in his hair, keeping it out of his face and so she could see as he swirled his tongue along her skin, down her belly, across her mons, into her wet heat.
Her appreciative moan set his cock to throbbing again, and as he knelt beside the bed so he could spread her legs wide and feast, he took it in one hand and squeezed the head mercilessly. For now, his mate was his sole focus.
“Show me,” he rumbled.
Bottom lip caught between her teeth, Anna reached down to spread her cunt wide. He purred in pleasure to see her so pink and swollen and glistening. Swooping down, he laved his tongue from cunt to clitoris and swirled, making her hips buck off the bed. He held her down with an arm and settled into a rhythm that soon had her writhing.
He kept her on the edge of release for a long while with teasing circles and shallow thrusts. Her slick soaked his nose and mouth, but it was never enough. She gushed for him, but it only made him hungrier.
Frey only relented when her praises became threats, and even then, he started in on her clitoris with light swipes that barely touched the hood.
Now it was she who growled. “If you don’t—”
Grinning madly, he wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked.
