Page 40 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
He kisses my nape and traces his mouth down my spine. His warm tongue licks and flicks around the base of my top left wing, then moves across to the other side. Goddess, how is it that every single suck seems to travel right through me?
The sensations zing straight to my clit, which throbs. Jaro’s hands on my hips keep me pinned as he continues alternating between all six wings, and I cry out as he grazes one shoulder blade lightly with his teeth.
“Let them hear you,” he groans, and it’s a primal sound that’s half-growl. “Let them fucking hear.”
My hands claw the dirt, sparkles filling the edge of my vision as he licks and nips down my spine, peppering worshipful kisses along the filaments of my wings as he goes. Every single swipe of his tongue makes my lower abdomen twist hungrily. I’m panting and moaning shamelessly by the time his mouth skates over the fullness of my ass.
Then he bends lower and starts to lap at my pussy from behind.
“Jaro!” I shriek as he focuses in on my clit.
The answering kiss of claws against my thighs, and the scrape of his beard against my sex, turns my entire body to liquid fire.
“Delicious,” he swears, laving the entrance to my sex without missing a beat. The vibration of his words adds another layer of pleasure, and his hold on my thighs becomes supportive. “So damn soft.”
I’m writhing, straining towards my approaching orgasm, when he spears his tongue into me and fucks me with it until my muscles tense and I shatter.
I’ve barely come down from the high when his cock surges roughly forward to take its place.
“Fuck!” I scream as my body struggles to take him.
I didn’t even hear him shed his clothes.
He freezes, but I know from experience he’s barely halfway in. “Rosie?”
His concern tugs at my heartstrings as I squirm, pinned by his massive cock. It’s been a while since I last had sex, and the stretch is insane, but it’s a good burn.
“I haven’t… since my fever… it didn’t feel…” I pant as I try to explain, and he growls.
“What?” The incredulity is thick in his voice. “But you had the others, and the redcap?—”
“You weremissing.” I hiss as I try to move, and my head drops under the pressure. “And then you were hurting. I just…I couldn’t.”
“Shh, Rosie, it’s okay. Just breathe. Shit, if I’d known, I would’ve—” He pulls back, and I release a small snarl of my own, reaching behind me to force him to remain inside me.
“Let me get used to you,” I interrupt, moving incrementally again as an experiment. “Watch me take you.”
The husky suggestion draws a growl from him, and he leans back to oblige me, hands stroking my wings gently as I drop my hands and wiggle my ass, lifting and falling in tiny rocking motions until I can take him deeper.
My forehead meets the cool earth, and I shudder.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are,” he says, and I glance over my shoulder to see him staring, enraptured, at the place where we’re joined. “You take me so well. Goddess!” The last is a curse as I drive back a little harder.
One last thrust and my ass meets his pelvis. The leather of his trousers is cool against the back of my thighs—proving he didn’t even have the patience to take them off—but his shirt is gone, and I breathe hard as I try to unravel all of the sensations. I’m so full. His size has always been a lot to take, but my fever must have made it more manageable, or perhaps this position is to blame, because I don’t remember feeling so insanely full before. Jaro’s cock flexes inside me, and I gasp.
“Do that again.”
He obliges, and I moan when he squeezes my ass at the same time.
“I’m going to move,” he murmurs. “Okay?”
“Please.” The word is a whine, drawn from the depths of my soul.
His hips snap back and then drive forward, and I want to weep at the sheer perfection of it. With every thrust, my body winds tighter and my soul seems to reach for his a little harder. As if he senses my struggle, he bends over, caging me in until my wings brush against the soft hair of his chest with each thrust.
His teeth nip at my ear, and he whispers, “When I mate you, I’m going to put my mark right here.” He presses a kiss to the side of my throat. “You can put yours wherever you like, but my wolf wants it to be visible so he can show off your claim.”
Something in me shudders with possessive joy at his words, and I arch my neck, baring more of the skin to him in offering.
