Page 55 of Ren: Warlord Brides
“Is that what they call it now?” His fingers brushed her damp curls.
Emry gasped at the touch. “And a few videos.”
“Ah, strictly for educational purposes, I presume.” He parted her folds, gliding a finger along her slick, hot flesh.
She moved to spread her legs as far apart as possible but was hampered by the clothing still around her ankles.
“Tell me how we are different,” he said.
Heaven help her, rational thought fled, and she did.
“Your, um, is internal.”
“My um. That is not what it is called.” He brushed against her sensitive bundle of nerves, setting her alight. “Tell me.”
“Your…” Thinking was too damn hard when he kept circling her clit. He grinned like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Your cock.”
“Mmm, yes. I like the way my cock sounds on your lips. I am eager to witness how it looks with your lips wrapped around it.”
The pressure increased as he circled and teased. Her knees wobbled. His fingers sank into her, and she felt herself squeeze and tighten.
“Oh. Ren, I’m close.”
“I am eager to show you how my cock is built to bring you pleasure.” His fingers hooked, hitting a secret spot inside. The heel of his hand dug in, adding pressure. “Spines and nodes. My venom heightens sensation. I want to share this with you.”
He reduced Emry to a trembling, panting mess. She grabbed his head, unable to stand on her own.
“I want… to see…” she managed to say.
“You will,” he promised.
“All talk and no action.” She gulped between words.
He leaned in, nuzzling a kiss to her hip. Twin points of his tusks dug in, and her climax broke.
Her fingers twisted into his head, pulling until her thighs stopped quivering.
Ren breathed deep, then withdrew his fingers. Slowly, as if savoring a fine meal, he licked his fingers clean. The entire time, his eyes never left her, watching her.
“Step up.” He freed her feet from the tangle of clothes.
Did she just get down and dirty with her estranged alien husband? A small part of her thought she should be embarrassed for being so greedy, but that part was sent packing by the majority of her that floated with blissful contentment.
“Your too-blissed-out-to-cause-trouble plan is very effective.”
He grinned that monstrous grimace of tooth and tusks, and Emry found it sweet. Winsome, even.
Then she remembered.
“My sister is missing!”
Ren
Emry blinked, as if unsure of the words that came out of her mouth. “I feel so guilty. I can’t believe we were… doing that—”
“What mates do.” An activity he wanted to continue, but his mate was in distress. Reluctantly, he pulled away.
“While Gemma is in serious trouble,” she said.
