Page 14 of Call of the Ride
He huffed out a laugh as he followed. “Don’t tempt me, mistress…”
Upon entering the dressing room, Tan hung the clothing I’d selected on some hooks as my gaze caught on the full-length mirror. I kept a small hand mirror in the izba, but rarely looked at my own reflection. Between the hotel and the stores we’d visited today, I’d been confronted with more mirrors than I was accustomed to, reminding me of the vanity I thought I’d left behind.
During my human life, my value centered on my beauty, but the mask of the Yaga had given me the freedom to control how others perceived me. Being back on display again for all to see set me on edge. It made me feel vulnerable in a way I didn’t know how to fully process.
“Try this one on first, my sweet witch,” Tan coaxed, handing me the lacy dress I’d first noticed on the rack. Quickly removing my shirt and leggings, I pulled it on over my head and gasped at the result. The lace panel on the back also dipped down in front to meet the corset-style top—completely covering my chest in fabric. And although my legs were exposed from mid-thigh down, the skirt contained enough crinoline to create a fabric barrier, like a perimeter fence.
Oh, I like this.
Tan hummed in approval from where he lay, stretched across a nearby bench built into the dressing room wall. “I hate to tell you this, doll, but you might look alittle bitcute in that dress.” Registering my growl, he quickly thrust a tiny scrap of fabric in my direction. “These ought to fix the problem.”
I snatched the item, scowling when I realized these were the “crotchless panties” he’d asked the shopgirl for. Rolling my eyes affectionately, I humored my Bright Dawn, stepping into the black lace and shimmying it up my thighs. Lifting my skirt to see the result in the mirror, I huffed a laugh, even as Tan groaned behind me.
“What is the point of such an impractical item of clothing?” I frowned, turning to face him.
My Rider gaped at me in disbelief before propping himself up on an elbow and leveling me with a heated look. “The point is, I’mthirsty...so you need to bring thatcutelittle pussy of yours over here so I can have a drink.”
“Tan,” I half-heartedly scolded, even as I eagerly moved to straddle him on the bench, breathlessly watching as he disappeared under my skirt. “Couldn’t I have just left myself bare, as usual? It seems silly to...oh!”
My words caught in my throat as Tan’s wicked tongue traced the cutout edges of my panties, ghosting along the fabric instead of my skin, maddeningly intent on his teasing. His breath was hot on my wetness, his fingertips tickling my hair through the lace, and I suddenly understood why something as ridiculous as crotchless panties were invented.
Tan brushed a hand along my center, his fingers gently slipping inside me as he gave my clit an infuriatingly slow lick. Gasping, I grabbed the clothing hooks on the wall above me and rolled my hips, desperate for my Rider to go faster, to give memore.
He responded by abruptly removing his fingers, firmly grasping my thighs to hold me still so he could continue torturing me at his own pace. I pathetically whimpered, my legs shaking with every lick, my mind so clouded with desire I could barely think—completely at his mercy.
Wait.
I’M the one on top here.
With a feral growl, I used my strength to slam Tan down against the bench, locking my knees around his head—holdinghimin place while I fucked his face. He moaned and roughly gripped my ass with both hands, pulling me so tightly against him I momentarily feared he would suffocate.
The lights above us flickered, the metal display racks out in the shop vibrating as the ground outside shook. Meanwhile, Tan devoured my pussy as if he truly had been dying of thirst. His tongue snaked around every fold, teeth nipping as he sucked my clit into his mouth, slipping a wet finger into my ass at the last moment to send me hurtling over the edge. Uncaring that we were in a public place, I cried out as a torrent of wetness soaked the man beneath me.
Exhausted, I collapsed with my forehead against the wall, tilting my hips so Tan could breathe again. He leisurely lapped up my release, trailing his fingertips over the pebbling skin of my thighs while he hummed in satisfaction.
Like a man enjoying his meal.
I slid down my Rider’s body until his handsome face appeared from underneath my skirt—dazed, disheveled, and extremely wet, but grinning wildly.
“Come here, my delicious little witch,” he chuckled, pulling me down for a kiss. “When I told you I wanted a drink, I wasn't prepared for a five-course gourmet meal. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
I grimaced, although I knew better at this point than to be embarrassed. “We should probably get you back to the hotel to clean up…”
“Nonsense!” he barked, sitting up and gently sliding me off his lap to the bench beside him. “I shall proudly wear my eau de va ju like a badge of honor for the remainder of the day. Come! Let’s buyallthe cute dresses andallthe crotchless panties, then find ourselves some loaded jacket potatoes for lunch. I’m positively famished!”
Smiling adoringly at my unapologetic Rider, I couldn’t help but tease. “Didn’t you just eat?”
“Oh, doll,thatwas dessert,” he chuckled, standing and collecting my clothes for me, apparently deciding we were buying everything. “And I always leave room for something sweet.”
Chapter 12
Asa
Iwould sell my soul for some Savannah Pralines right about now…
Thanks to my extensive training as a sniper, I’d perfected the art of allowing my mind to wander without sacrificing concentration should my target make a move. As it was already noon—meaning we’d now entered our fourth hour of surveillance—I’d resorted to mentally identifying what Vasi tasted like when my face was buried between her thighs. The only thing I could compare it to was my favorite southern snack, which I hadn’t had the pleasure of enjoying since we were at Harbison’s for the séance. This then turned into me wondering how Savannah Pralines would taste now that I was a demigod with enhanced senses.
Conducting a stakeout now—with my sensory input magnified in this way—was intense, to say the least. The weather was overcast, yet I could see every detail surrounding us, even in the darkest doorways. It had rained the night before, and the damp mossy odor wafting up from the cobblestones was causing me to miss our little woodland clearing with an ache that was almost unbearable.
