Page 40 of The Reaper's Vow
I can't answer. Can't form words when his hand slips beneath the fabric, fingers parting my folds with devastating precision. The first touch against my center pulls a strangled cry from my throat, my back arching off the mattress.
“That's it,” he encourages. “Purr for me.”
I shatter.
The word he uses—that soft command—breaks something inside me. My wolf surges forward with a keening sound that's half-human, half-animal, and I realize I am purring. Actually purring like the kitten he keeps calling me, the vibration rumbling through my chest as his fingers work magic between my thighs.
His thumb finds that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand.
“Please,” I gasp, though I'm not sure what I'm begging for. More? Less? For him to stop before I lose myself completely?
“Please, what?” His fingers slow their torturous rhythm, and I whimper at the loss. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want...” I swallow hard, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I want you to make it stop. The ache. The need.”
“This ache?” His fingers press deeper, finding that spot inside me.
“Yes,” I moan, shame and need battling inside me as his fingers curl in just the right way. “That one.”
He leans down, his mouth hovering inches from mine. “There's only one way to truly make it stop.”
I know what he means. Completion. Our union under the full moon. My wolf howls in agreement, but the human part of me still clings to the shreds of my independence.
“You promised me three days,” I remind him, my voice breaking as his thumb circles my clit with devastating precision.
“And you'll have them, but that doesn't mean I can't give you this.”
Before I can respond, he slides down my body, his shoulders pushing my thighs wider as he settles between them. The sight of him there—this powerful predator positioning himself at my most vulnerable point—should terrify me. Instead, my wolf purrs more, arching toward him with shameless need.
“What are you—” My question dissolves into a strangled cry as his mouth replaces his fingers, hot and demanding against my core. My hands fly to his hair, not sure if I'm trying to push him away or pull him closer.
The first stroke of his tongue nearly undoes me.
“Damien,” I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. “I can't—it's too much?—”
He growls against my flesh, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open for his assault as his tongue works mercilessly against my center.
The pleasure builds too quickly, a tidal wave I can't stop. My wolf is at the surface now. The purring intensifies, a primal sound I've never made before rumbling from my chest as Damien's mouth devours me.
When the orgasm hits, it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. Colors explode behind my eyelids, my back arching off the mattress as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I cry out his name, my voice breaking on the syllables as my body convulses under his relentless attention.
He doesn't stop. Even as I tremble with aftershocks, his tongue continues its torturous rhythm, pushing me toward a second peak I didn't know was possible. My nails rake across hisscalp as another wave builds impossibly fast, my hips bucking against his mouth.
“I can't—not again—” But even as I protest, my body betrays me, arching into his touch as the second orgasm crashes over me with brutal intensity.
He finally releases me, crawling up my body with predatory grace. His face is slick with evidence of what he's done to me. The towel is long gone, and I catch a glimpse of his arousal—thick and intimidating—before he captures my mouth in a kiss that tastes of me.
“That's just the beginning, kitten,” he growls against my lips. “Just a taste of what I can give you.”
I should feel embarrassed. Ashamed of how quickly I surrendered, how completely I lost control. But all I feel is a languid satisfaction mingled with a deeper hunger that hasn't been fully sated.
“Damien...” I reach for him, needing to touch him, to return some measure of what he's given me, but he catches my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand.
“No. Not today.” His body trembles with the effort, muscles coiled tight as he fights his own instincts.
“But you need—” I can see his arousal, feel his desire burning through our connection like molten metal.
“What I need is to get you ready for that meeting.” He releases my wrists, rolling away from me with obvious reluctance. “And what I need is to not completely lose my fucking mind before then.”
