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That’s right, babe. You heard me.
I began peeling off her yoga pants, pausing only briefly to give her delectably dirty pussy one long lap with the flat of my tongue. We both moaned, but I dutifully refocused on helping her step out of her boots and pants before bringing my full attention back to her ripe va ju-ju voodoo.
Chapter 22
Vasilisa
“This one wants you to claim him. So,claimhim.”
That’s what Anthia had loudly whispered to me on the landing, much to my mortification. Of course, I knew Tan wanted to fuck me, and the feeling was certainly mutual. The strain I’d been under to resist his ever-emboldened advances was starting to feel like torture, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to possibly bind him to me permanently without his consent.
If he keeps licking me like this, I will claim him whether he wants it or not!
Tan’s declaration of wanting to taste me despite—no,becauseof—how unclean I was had unleashed something primal in me. I hadn’t been human in centuries, yet I’d been taming my base instincts around these men to better relate to them, to not scare them away.
But perhaps they should become as untamed as me instead.
Looping my leg over Tan’s shoulder, I dug my claws into the wall behind me for purchase as I ground myself against his mouth. Whereas Asa had coaxed an earth-shaking orgasm from me with enthusiasm alone, Tan was feasting like a man who knew how to savor his meal. His tongue alternated between soft laps and hard, fast flicks over my clit until I feared I would collapse with how badly I was shaking.
“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his face against my wetness, bathing himself in it. “I don’t think I can ever let you wash yourself again, mytutly juddah...fuuuuuck.”
Before I could ask what he’d just called me, Tan roughly grasped my ass with both hands, tightly pressing me against him as he sucked my clit into his mouth, dragging his teeth against it until I was shaking, crying out in climax.
My bones now liquified, I started to slide to the floor when Tan suddenly caught me in his arms, smugly grinning with his obscenely wet face. Determined to regain the upper hand, I licked a trail over his lips, gathering my own taste and smiling in satisfaction as he desperately moaned in response.
He pulled back, and I saw the smugness was gone, replaced with pure, animal need. The outline of his hard cock was visible through his pants, a reminder of what we both so badly wanted. However, unlike the spontaneous fervor of when I’d taken him and Asa to my bed, I’d had the last couple of days to mull this over in my mind—enough time to wonder if dooming these men to my legacy was the right thing to do. Although they were supposedly fated for me, they were stillhumans,with lives of their own and all that may be lost once they became mine.
“Tan…” I urgently rasped before immediately losing my train of thought as he began removing his clothing, maintaining heated eye contact until he stood gloriously naked before me.
“Don’t,” he warned, closing the distance between us again so he could pull my shirt off over my head, gaze briefly catching on the faint scar over my heart, expression darkening as he drank me in. Snapping his focus back to my face, he continued, “Don’t even think of coming up with a reason for me not to fuck you.”
Licking my lips, I tried again, although desire was thundering through me, making it hard to concentrate. “If we do this...I don’t know what will happen…”
His expression softened, and he raised a hand to gently brush a knuckle down my cheek. “I meant what I said, doll. I’m not interested in leaving…”
“But what if youcan’tleave?” I kept going even though my heart was racing, my body aching to feel his skin against mine. “What if you’retrappedwith me afterward? I can’t do that to you…”
Even though I would like nothing more.
Understanding washed over his face as he backed up to better look at me. A terrifying moment passed where I feared he would leave, but then he smiled and stepped closer, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist.
“Vasi,” he gently spoke, forehead resting against mine, hot cock sliding along my center. “I have nevercravedsomeone the way I crave you—with my entire soul. Whatever this is, I’m not afraid of it.” Swallowing hard, I responded with a trembling kiss, which he accepted as if it were an offering, curling his muscular body around me and enveloping me in his mouthwatering, spicy scent.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” he growled, slowly sliding in as I whimpered at the sensation. “And I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to scream for me when you come all over my cock. I want to see a fucking river dripping down your legs when I’m done, and I want to know I did that to you.”
“Yes,” I breathed as he entered me, stretching me in a deliciously painful way. “I want all of that. Ineedit…”
“I know,” he whispered, and I didn’t know if he was talking about him or me, but then he started moving, and I lost all coherent thought.
As he’d taken his time with his mouth, Tan seemed in no hurry for either of us to finish. He started with slow, deep thrusts, allowing me to get used to his considerable size before occasionally breaking his rhythm with quick, forceful jabs. His sole purpose seemed to involve holding me at the precipice of release, shivering and clinging to him until I no longer knew if I could survive it. After he yet again bottomed out only to torturously still inside me, I snarled, digging my claws into his shoulders deep enough to draw blood.
Smirking, he withdrew only to immediately begin pounding me against the wall, giving my clit a pinch that sent me screaming over the edge, but still, he didn’t stop. He simply adjusted his angle until I was shaking again, claws raking down his back, chanting his name as the earth rose up to meet us, the ground rumbling as we came together in an explosion of white light.
As the haze faded, I noticed that the swirling designs tattooed over Tan’s biceps and pectorals were now outlined with a glowing thread of white, pulsing as if lit from within. Gaze shifting to where my arms hung limply around his neck, I saw a delicate, swirling tattoo had appeared on my forearm, matching the design of his but completely inked in white. A similar swirl with a hint of red twined around it, not as distinct but still present.
Tan continued to hold me up, languidly kissing and licking my neck until I stopped shuddering. He withdrew and lowered my feet to the floor before gently wiping me with a damp cloth, intently watching his work as if he would rather drop to his knees and lick me clean instead.
Which would be fine by me.
