Page 47 of Spark of Sorcery
Then, he walks me backwards, further and further into the shadows, until my back hits the cool stone of the hall wall.
Then he kisses me.
Dray Eros is chaotic so I shouldn’t be surprised to find his kisses are chaotic too. Soft, sensual, slow one moment, hard and frantic and breath-stealing the next. I can hardly keep up, hardly adapt to one feeling before he’s evoking the next from me.
Something swoops low in my belly and I shiver with desire as I kiss him back, tasting mint and champagne on his tongue.
Fox is right. Making out in public like this – even if we are hidden in the shadows – is pretty shameless. I don’t care though. Half the academy seems to be doing exactly the same thing and most are doing it a lot more publicly. Fly’scomment about people getting knocked up obviously wasn’t an exaggeration.
Besides, there’s something thrilling about kissing Dray Eros in the shadows of the hall, his erection pressing against my belly, his hands gliding all over my body –- kneading my breasts, squeezing my ass, gripping my waist, lifting the hem of my dress.
“Need to know if you really are as wet as you smell, Kitten,” he pants.
I’m sure I am in fact wetter. I’m sure I’ve never been this wet before.
I writhe against the wall, as he strokes a hand up my leg, stroking his knuckles against the inside of my thigh and growling like his wolf when he hits the gusset of my panties. They’re wet and he must feel it through the thin material.
“Fuck,” he groans, slipping his fingers inside my panties and stroking along the seam of my pussy’s lips next.
“All swollen too. What a good little kitten you are. Going to mewl for me now?”
I let out a sound which probably is pretty close to one as he slips a finger between my folds and rings my hole, plunging that finger knuckle-deep inside me as I brace my hands against his chest.
“And tight,” he says.
He reaches up higher inside me, finding that spot Beaufort discovered before.
It has ecstasy swooping in my belly and my fingers tightening in his jacket.
“There, huh?” he says. “That’s the spot you like. Want me to make you come?”
I squeeze around his finger because I’m struggling to get my words out, all my attention focused on what he’s doing to me instead.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles, and leans in to kiss me again, massaging that spot as he does. I’m incapable of kissing him back, I’m too busy trying not to cry out; the sensations he’s wringing from my body delicious.
He nips at my bottom lip playfully, then kisses along my jawline to the sensitive point below my ear. Here his lips leave a trail of kisses down my neck, along my clavicle and down to the swell of my breast, to where the gemstone rests against my skin. He kisses the curves of my breasts too, through the material of the dress, and then drops lower still, over my ribcage and my belly, until he’s sinking down on his knees.
“Need to taste that pussy, need to taste my mate’s pussy.”
He lifts my skirt and then he’s disappearing beneath it.
“Dray!” I call out, because if what we were doing before was obscene then this is …
All my thoughts melt away as he yanks my panties to one side and his mouth meets my clit.
“Oh … stars!” I cry out, my head falling back against the wall.
He growls a second time, even more wolf-like than before and it vibrates against me, sending more delicious sensations spiraling through my body. My legs falter and I scrape my hands along the wall, trying to find purchase.
“Hang on to me,” he says, his voice muffled beneath my dress, “I’m about to take you on one hell of a ride, Kitten.”
He isn’t lying. He flicks his tongue hard against my clit and for a second my vision whitens. It’s like being struck by lightning – only this time in a much (a much much much) more satisfying way.
His shadows crackle with excitement in the air around me, tingling against my skin and he licks and flicksat my clit, until my pussy is clenching in waves around his fingers and I’m clinging on to him just to stay upright. Then he’s sliding those fingers from me, an action that has me whimpering because it felt so good to be full like that, loved like that, and in a moment his mouth is there too, showing me just how much a pussy can be loved.
If what I did to Beaufort that night in his room – when I sucked him in my mouth and he came down my throat – was half as good as what Dray is doing to me now, then Fly was correct. I could reduce the Princes to mere putty in my hands. Because I would easily beg for this. It feels intimate and dirty, rough and gentle, sensual and filthy all at once. He laps at me, licks at me, freaking slurps at me, thrusting his tongue right up inside me. He damn well feasts on me and I come so hard, my entire body shudders and jolts against the wall and I cry out even louder.
As I do my eyes flick open and I peer out across the cavernous hall, my gaze colliding with someone else’s. Someone stood far away, lurking in the shadows too, watching me as Dray eats me out, watching as I come against his mouth.
