Page 88 of Brimstone
Fisher’s hand moved from my jaw, traveling down, closing around my throat. His grip wasn’t tight—it was a suggestion of something that could happen, thatmighthappen, if I wanted it to.
“Sinners and martyrs, Little Osha. ThethingsI think about,” he growled. “If only you knew . . .” I wanted to know. I wanted to hear all the filthy things he imagined when he thought about me. I would have asked him to elaborate, but my mate grinned wickedly, swooping down to claim my mouth with his before I could speak.
I want you on all fours for me, Saeris. Crawling . . .he drawled inside my head. Tongue dipping past my lips, past my teeth, he claimed my mouth.
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back, whimpering.
I want to stand behind you and watch you on your hands and knees. I wanna see your slickness running down the inside of your thighs, your pretty pink little pussy on show for me, aching for my cock.
I pulled back, gasping for air, searching his features and screaming inside at the look of pure need on his face. “You donotget to say things like that and not already be inside me.”
“You’re ready for me?” His expression was one hundred percent serious, but there was a teasing note in his voice.
“Yes.”
“Are you aching for me, Osha?”
“Yes!”
He grinned, then, his whole face lighting up; it was like the sun breaking through the clouds. “Good girl. Don’t worry. You won’t have to wait much longer.” Heat filled his eyes, the tiny sliver of quicksilver rimming his eye shifting frantically as he ripped down the front of my shirt, exposing my right breast, then the left.
He cupped the swell of me in his uninjured hand, kneading my flesh, pinching my nipple. Taking my other nipple into his mouth, he sucked, licked, bit, sending me hurtling toward the gates of insanity.
I threw back my head and cracked my skull against the wall.
It didn’t matter.
My blood pounded in my ears.
It roared.
I need you.
I want you.
I need you.
I want you.
The tides of our desire crashed together, consuming us both.
Quickly, he set me down and dropped to his knees, ripping off my boots. My socks went next, and then my pants. The second he had them past my hips, he buried his face between the apex of my thighs, groaning as he drove his nose and his mouth into my folds, biting at me softly and breathing me in through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Sweet fucking mercy,” he panted. “Kill me. Sit on my face and ride my tongue until I fucking die. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Fisher!” I threaded my fingers into his hair, pulling him down onto me. I was vaguely aware that he had dragged my pants the rest of the way down my legs and was yanking the material off my feet, but I didn’t care about that. I cared about the soaking wet material that he was sucking into his mouth. His heart rate spiked, thumping loud enough for me to hear it.
“Fuck, Saeris! The way you taste. I can’t get enough of you.”
His hands found the backs of my calves, the backs of my knees, the backs of my thighs. I was hyperventilating by the time they reached my hips. Not many males could have lifted me from this position, but Fisher picked me up and shrugged my legs over his shoulders without a second thought.
Holy . . .gods.
I wrapped my legs around his head, and Fisher leaned in, tearing my panties with his teeth. When the heat of his mouth met my slick core, I cried out so loud that my long-deadancestors now knew my mate’s name. “Fisher! Fuck! Gods . . . I . . . want you inside me. Please.Please!”
“Breathe, love. I’ve got you.”
But when he went to slide his fingers into me, he let out another sharp hiss, his pain catching up with him, and I had finally had enough. “Bite me,” I commanded. “Heal yourself, for the love of the gods. Just do it!”
