Page 42 of Ravaging Red
I let her keep going, let her lick and suck and moan around me until I couldn’t hold it anymore, until the pleasure hit like a crash of heat behind my spine, until I was pumping thick pulses of seed onto her tongue, groaning low and rough as she swallowed every drop like it was sacred.
She pulled off with a wet pop, licking her lips, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy, and I reached for her before the moment could pass, pulling her up by the waist and flipping her onto the bed beside me, her body warm and slick and gleaming with satisfaction.
Still panting, I pointed toward the leather satchel near the hearth, the one I’d packed before we left for the Market. “Go on,” I said, voice low and hoarse, still buzzing from her mouth. “Take out what’s inside.”
She tilted her head, confused, but obeyed, giving me an eyeful of beautiful bare round heart shaped ass. I made a note to claim her that way later. She crawled off the bed with her thighs still trembling, her fingers untying the clasp, reaching inside.
The scarf came first. A deep, royal blue, sheer as breath, the weave delicate and fine, catching the light with every movement as she held it up, blinking like she didn’t quite believe it was hers.
“For me?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I said. “Put it on.”
She wrapped it around her chest, letting the ends fall loose behind her back, her full breasts gleaming through the sheer fabric, nipples dark and stiff beneath the whisper of silk. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of awe and shy delight that made my cock twitch again despite everything.
I sat up slowly, the hunger rising again, steady and deep.
“There’s more,” I murmured, reaching into the bag myself and pulling out the bracelet—the simple one, silver with the blood-red stone, the one she’d touched but walked away from.
She gasped.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down between my thighs, guiding her onto my lap, her legs spread across mine, her bare cunt hot against my cock. I slid the bracelet onto her wrist and held it there, my thumb stroking the stone, my claws gently pressing into her pulse.
“There,” I said. “Now you look properly owned.”
“I am,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Although you mentioned a mark…”
Her voice faltered. “What is it, Red?”
“Is it dangerous?”
“It can be.”
She nodded, biting down on her lip. “Will it hurt?”
I gave her a dark, seductive smile as I leaned in, licking the seam of her lips, and murmured against her mouth, “Only if you want it to.”
“Have you ever marked anyone before?” She shyly asked, her gaze dropping to my chest as she curled her fingers along the fur there.
“I have not.”
“Did you ever want to? I mean, I know there's been others.”
“I am not the only Wolf in these woods,” I stated firmly.
“And the others? Where are they?"
I curled a claw along her chin and forced her to look at me. “Women wander into these woods by mistake. They get lost and they get taken.”
“Are they dead?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes they can't handle this world, and they do perish.”
“Why didn't I die?”
“Because you belong to the Veil. In your blood runs something ancient. Your grandmother had it too. And the BloodMoon has made its decision upon us. It wouldn't have chosen you if it didn't think you were strong enough.”
“Are there others like me?”
