Page 88 of By the Moonbeam and the Mist
God. I couldn’t blame my past self for falling for his charms. This right here had to be the culprit.
“Rayna.” My name was a whisper on Steeler’s tongue.
“What?” I asked rather impatiently. “Do you want me to stop?”
His eyes flashed open in alarm. “Fuck no.”
“Good. Then shut up and let me do what I want.”
Steeler bit into his lip, as if he had to actually anchor his mouth shut with those fangs.
Telling myself it didn’t really count because it was mental rather than physical, I finally let myself do what I’d secretly wanted to do since the moment he’d pulled me out of my own mind. I traced the glorious length of him with my fingertips, along the shaft to the head, until a deep shuddering rose from the moon-like ground.
“No wonder you’re so cocky,” I whispered. “Look at you.”
“Can’t,” he gritted out. “I’m too busy looking atyouall the damn time.”
“Well, then…” I ignored the fluttering rush of what those words meant to me and released my hold on him to palm his chest, pushing against him. Just like I wanted, Steeler stumbled backward until he was flush against his gate, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “I guess you’ll have to busy yourself with looking at what I do to you.”
At the pained groan that fell from his mouth, a smile tugged at my mouth. I stepped forward and sank to my knees before him until my face hovered inches away.
Slowly, with painstaking gentleness despite my desire to lunge, I wrapped my hand around the base.
My fingers could barely manage to fit around the whole circumference even as I tightened my grip. I could feel the hungry blood thumping beneath my palm, could feel the tremor of the ground rise up into his legs, until his entire body vibrated with restraint.
“You’re… you don’t have to…” Steeler’s words came out in rugged pants. “Why are you going…”
“So far?” I finished for him, breathless. “I told you. Because I want to.” And it was the truth, dammit. I didn’t just want to distract him—I wanted to taste him, too. I could lie to Steeler’s face, but not to his mind. “I could go even further, if you’d like.” And I licked along the underside of his length, from the bottom to the tip.
“Shit.” He jolted, his eyes flaring. “Yes.”
A smirk puckered my lips. Maybe it was because we were in his mind, and his mind wanted me to do this just as much as I did, but it felt like the center of gravity in here washim.
It was as effortless and thrilling as a freefall for me to slide my entire mouth around the hardest part of him.
He tasted silky and almost sweet, the size of him filling me all the way to the back of my throat and causing tears to spring into my eyes.
Fine by me. Tears were good. They meant I was feelingsomethingof my own accord—even if that feeling was pure, carnal pleasure at the knowledge that I had the male I should despise by the literal cock.
“Rayna.”
Now Steeler’s voice came out as a desperate plea, his hands digging into my hair, clutching my curls like reins. I knew from the way those hands trembled against my head that he wanted to tug me in, to force me to move and give him that friction he now needed.
I also knew he wouldn’t do that. Not yet. Not while he was still trying to maintain his focus on that stupid locked gate behind him.
So I removed my mouth from around him and took my time playing with the one thing I couldn’t deny I wanted any longer. Licking him up and down. Swirling my tongue along the tip.
“Fuck, Rayna.” Each of his breaths sounded strained to the point of pain. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I shot him an upward grin. “That’s the plan.”
Then I took him into my mouth again, gripping his hips for support, andmoved.
Steeler’s grip tightened in my hair. I dared a glance up to find—
Yes. A ravenous haze was swirling in his eyes, as if the longer he watched me take him, the more his focus was moving away from the gate to hone in on me. My mouth. My throat. My tears.
“This,” he rasped, “is the only reason I ever want to see you cry, little hurricane. Such pretty tears.” He untangled one of his hands from my hair to swipe his thumb along my cheek, brushing away a trickle of moisture before rubbing his fingers together. “I wish I could feel how wet the rest of you is right now.”
