Page 49 of House of Crimson Hearts
But that just encourages her. She focuses on my clit, sucking and licking it in delicate circles, then flicking her tongue over and over, faster and faster. She takes me into her mouth, sucking just hard enough to make me cry out as a shiver of ecstasy fires out and around my body.
“More, please. More,” I say.
Her finger drifts to my entrance and circles me, teasing, tempting but not pushing inside me.
“Octavia,” I say. This time my voice is a growl. A warning.
I can hear the smile in her breathing.
She enters me, and I nearly come undone. She slides one finger in and then pushes another in beside it. She’s rough, brutal, almost not giving me time to adjust. But fuck, do I feel full, and she feels amazing.
It’s everything she said. Like my pussy is hers, she owns it and will do with it exactly what she wants.
Her fingers grind in and out, thrusting and pumping as her mouth ravishes my clit, drawing long, luscious licks down my pussy.
I’m panting, crying out her name. I’ve always been noisy in bed. But every whimper that escapes urges her on.
“What do you want?” Octavia says as if she knows I want to tell her, to say everything in my mind,
“I want you to fuck me harder,” I say and even uttering the words makes my pussy throb.
“I want you to make me come and lick up every fucking drop I give you.”
The pleasure of my words makes her eyes close. So, she wants to own me, but she likes me telling her what to do? I can play switch better than anyone.
“Curl your fingers,” I say. “Fuck me hard. Own me like I know you want to. Fuck me like the good little bloodslut I am.”
Octavia’s free hand releases my thigh and slips between her own legs. Oh, she really likes it when I talk.
She licks me harder, faster. Her fingers curl until they find my G-spot, and then as my walls clench, she thrusts harder, rubbing exactly where I need, making me soak her fingers.
“Fuck, I’m going to… Octavia. You’re going to make me c?—”
My words die in a strangled moan of pleasure as an orgasm rips through me, sudden, unexpected and totally mind-blowing. My eyes close, my back arches off the bed and my clit pulses, flooding my body with bolt after bolt of delicious ecstasy.
I lay there a moment, my body still twitching as I try and come back to reality. Fuck, that was intense.
As I sit up, I realise I’ve cut her bedding. The knife in my hand is still gripped tight, and I’ve made a hole in the sheets where I was writhing around in pleasure.
“What was that? How did you make the orgasm so intense?” I ask.
“My blood calls to me. I can make it move anywhere I want inside you. And if I push it into your clit, it makes things… well… a little extra.”
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I say.
“Oh no, that wasn’t part of the deal,” she says. “This was about me owning you.”
“I think you’ll find that’s not the game we’re playing.” I move fast. Faster than is possible for me, even with my heightened hunter abilities. I put it down to the fact I have her blood in my system. I shift, lurch forward and slice two giant gashes through her top. I’m careful not to cut her skin. But I absolutely shred the garment.
It falls away, piece by piece floating to the bed.
“That was one of my favourite tops.”
“I’m sure you’re wealthy enough to buy another one. Now get on the bed, before I put you on the bed,” I say and this time, I’m the one in charge. I realise that perhaps we’re both switches. Neither of us really willing to let the other always take control.
She doesn’t move.
I take a deep breath and I jerk fast, moving the knife up and under her bra and yanking forward, parting the fabric and wrecking the bra too.
