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“Depends on what he did.” She eyes the boys, but they look ready to take fucking notes. “I had one guy rip out another guy’s fingernails one by one. I don’t know if that’s really doable though.”
“With the right leverage,” Ugo says. He scratches his forehead. “And long enoughnails.”
“Any other ideas?” I press.
She purses her lips while she taps a blunt nail on the counter. “Oh, I saw in an episode of this vampire show once where a guy had his guts spilled, but they purposefully kept him alive so he had to see it. The effects were gnarly.”
If only I had more surgical precision. Ugo, however, has perked up immensely, abandoning the cold food in front of him to lean across the counter to talk to my mate.
“What’s the wildest way you can think of to torture a man?” he asks.
I pull up a barstool for my mate, and I listen to her and Ugo brainstorm torture and murder plans. My mate doesn’t know it yet, but she’s downright perfect for our family.
As long as the werewolf thing doesn’t terrify her.
Chapter twelve
Cheyenne
Iwake up with a mouth between my legs.
Valentino holds my thighs close to his head, using one of them as a pillow as he lazily kisses along my labia. My breath catches in my throat as his nose bumps against my clit. This is a completely new experience for me, and it might have unlocked a new kink.
“Morning, baby,” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. “Couldn’t stop myself from getting a taste of you.”
All I can muster is a small, affirmative noise. A blush spreads across my face as I think about how long he could have been down there. Was it seconds? Or has Valentino been slowly coaxing the arousal out of me? My body thrums with pleasure, with a soft burningneed that makes me think he’s been sipping me like a fine wine.
“Is this okay?” He pushes up on his elbow until he can meet my gaze. There isn’t a hint of teasing or a smirk on his lips. He’s checking in on my boundaries, because even though this wasn’t a hard limit for me two days ago when we had a fast rundown of kinks, I could have changed my mind.
How wrong that assumption is though.
“S’good,” I swallow. “Please don’t stop.”
He groans, diving back between my legs with vigour. My fingers curl into the sheet beneath me as he flicks my clit with his tongue. I want more, I want to feel Valentino on top of me again and drown in his body heat. My muscles wake up, tensing and flexing, as my need to climax builds quickly.
“More,” I whimper.
“So greedy in the morning.” His heated breath makes my skin tingle.
A solitary finger slips inside me like dipping an ice cream cone in hot fudge. Valentino slowly strokes the wall of my pussy with slick ease. His tongue scrapes over my clit and my back arches. This isn’t enough to snap the coil tightening in my lower belly.
It just makes me squirm.
“Valentino,” I huff. “Fuckme.”
He pushes a second finger into me as a response. Those two fingers stretch me, but they don’t make me as full as his cock did. This isn’t anything compared to the stretch of his shaft, the pulsing heat from it. I want that, damn it.
“If you don’t put your dick in me” – I grab hold of his hair – “I will find someone who will.”
He snarls, like my words have awoken a beast inside of him. Before I can even take my next breath, he cages me in. His body pins me to the bed, the crushing weight of him trapping me with my legs spread wide open. He holds still over me, just far enough so my eyes don’t cross when I look into the burning heat of his.
“Who owns this pussy?” he demands, harsh breaths fanning across my face. His cock hovers in front of my entrance. I flex my hips, trying to fuck myself, but he doesn’t let me. “Answer the question, sweetheart.”
“Me. Now fuck me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, but he moves at just the right time. He thrusts and angles himself so the tip of his cock presses against my clit. I groan in frustration.
“We can do this all morning, Cheyenne. Hell, I could spend all day teasing you and we can just skip a nice day at the pier.”
