Page 24 of Venomous Lies
“You said you wanted me, Isla,” he murmured, nipping my inner thigh. “I’m going to give you a taste.”
Mist surrounded my mate for a moment, then the light gray magick dissipated to reveal Bricriu in all his glory. His normally short white hair was long, the chaotic strands spilling loose around him instead of the long braid I had seen the first time. His horns jutted from his temples, curling up and back, each segment catching random pieces of hair.
I had the sense that Bones didn’t let many people see him in this form, much less completely relaxed and not precisely prepared. He was letting me peek through the walls he had around himself, and I wasn’t going to make him regret it.
Spreading my legs further apart, I reached down to caress his cheek, the thin skin smooth under my touch.
“I like you like this,” I told him softly, moving my fingers up to touch where his horns started. I kept my touch gentle, letting him show me what he was comfortable with and what he wasn’t.
Moving closer, Bones shifted his head to let me trail my touch up the horn, his fanged teeth bared in a grin.
“If it’s too much or I hurt you?—”
“I’ll let you know,” I told him, gently tugging his horn to urge him closer to me. I was under no illusion that I actually moved Bones closer to me. No, heletme pull him closer. That was the only reason he budged. “Now put your teeth and tongue to good use, mate. This was your idea.”
His long tongue teased me as his fingers easily slid inside of me, my juices making it obvious just how excited I was. His other hand pinned me in place, and a sense of pride filled me when my eyes caught the carvingof wolfsbane on his hand that matched the tattooed marking on my forearm.
My mate.
Bones took his time, savoring every gasp, moan, and plea that fell from my lips. As time wore on, I wasn’t sure if I was an offering to him or if his tone and oh-so-careful teeth were worshiping me.
Whenever I tried to back up, needing a brief respite, he locked his arms around me and slowed down his touch.
It was perfect.
He was perfect.
Gods, I need to come.
“Bones,” I choked out, grabbing his horns for leverage as I grinded my pussy on his face. “I need more.”
He growled, and the deep, rumbling sound vibrated deep within me as he pushed two fingers inside of me. Those fingers curled, easily finding that perfect spot, teasing me until I came while cursing his name.
My thighs clenched around his head, and I kept my grip on his horns, riding his face as I chased my release.
My nerves were so damn sensitive that I shivered when something cool surrounded me. Then I felt the horns disappear until I was holding his short hair.
“Fuck,” I breathed, slumping back onto the table as I released him.
I wanted to offer to return the favor, to have sex, shit, anything, but I could barely get my head to stay up straight.
Bricriu moved around out of my vision until he laid down on the table beside me. He tentatively curled an arm around my waist, making the effort to be close even though he wasn’t truly touching me. Not wanting him to second guess whether I wanted him, I shifted over until I was right next to him.
“If this table breaks, I’m letting you explain it to Hellsing,” I said with a small smile. “Plus, this wasyouridea.”
“We could move to a chair, smart ass,” he replied after a derisive snort.
“That seems less comfy,” I protested, snuggling further into his side.
We stayed silent for a while, him getting used to the close contact while I savored getting to be close to someone that wasn’t upset with me. Granted, not everyone was mad with me, but… It was exhausting and complicated. Right now, being with my mate just felt like the easiest thing in the world.
As I drew closer to him, I opened my eyes. I was about to say something when I noticed something odd. There was a bite mark on his neck, a fresh one from the look of it. I’d seen plenty on Ma’s neck over the years, so I knew exactly what it was.
Who fed off of him?
Better yet, who had heletfeed off of him?
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Bricriu asked, his long fingers running through my hair.
