Page 46 of Naughty List Delivery
“Ober,” I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair as he finds a particularly sensitive spot. “Please—”
“Please what?” he asks, pulling back to look at me with those predatory amber eyes. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you’ve been dreaming about for three years.”
“You,” I whisper, past caring about anything except the heat building between us. “I want you. All of you. I want you to claim me so thoroughly I forget anyone else ever existed.”
His smile is pure predator. “That,” he says, his hands moving to position me exactly where he wants me, “can definitely be arranged.”
His mouth crashes against mine with desperate hunger, three years of separation and eighteen hours of terror pouring into the kiss. His fangs scrape against my lower lip, and when I gasp, he deepens the kiss with predatory possession. I can taste the wildness on his tongue, something fundamentally alien that makes my head spin.
“I need to taste you,” he growls against my mouth, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “Need to remind myself what’s mine.”
Before I can respond, he’s lifting me with inhuman strength, his tail supporting my weight as he positions me exactly wherehe wants me. The medical table is narrow but sturdy, and when he lays me back against the cool surface, the contrast with his burning skin makes me shiver.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his amber eyes drinking in every inch of exposed flesh. “Three years, and you’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”
His hands map my body with reverent possessiveness, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peak under his touch. When he leans down to replace his fingers with his mouth, I arch off the table with a cry that echoes through the medical bay.
“So responsive,” he purrs against my breast, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin. “I can smell how much you want this. How wet you already are for me.”
His enhanced senses don’t lie. I can feel the evidence of my arousal, the way my body has been preparing for him since the moment he pulled me into his lap. When his hand slides down my stomach, fingers trailing lower, I spread my legs instinctively.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice rough with need. “Open for me. Let me see what’s mine.”
His fingers find me slick and ready, and the sound he makes is purely animal. “Fuck, Noomi. You’re perfect. So wet, so ready for me.”
When he slides one finger inside me, I buck against his hand with desperate need. It’s been three years since anyone touched me like this, three years since I wanted anyone to touch me like this. Only him. Always him.
“More,” I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair. “Please, Ober, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he says, adding a second finger and curling them exactly where I need him most. “I know your body better than you do. Know exactly how to make you fall apart.”
He’s right. His fingers find that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids, working me with the kind of precision that comes from intimate knowledge. But it’s not enough. After three years of wanting him, needing him, dreaming about him, I need everything.
“I want your mouth,” I tell him boldly, past caring about modesty. “I want you to taste me until I can’t think.”
His smile is wicked. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you? I like it when you tell me what you want.”
He slides down my body with predatory grace, his mouth leaving a trail of fire across my skin. When he settles between my thighs, his breath against my most sensitive flesh makes me whimper with anticipation.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, his thumbs spreading me open for his inspection. “And all mine.”
The first stroke of his tongue has me crying out his name. The second has me seeing stars. By the third, I’m lost completely, my world narrowed to nothing but the incredible things he’s doing with his mouth.
His enhanced physiology means he doesn’t need to breathe as often, can work me with relentless intensity that builds and builds until I’m shaking with need. His fangs graze delicately against my inner thighs, marking me as his, while his tongue does things that should be illegal in seventeen star systems.
“Come for me,” he commands against my flesh, the vibration of his voice sending me over the edge. “Let me taste you falling apart.”
I shatter with a cry that probably alerts the entire ship, my body convulsing as pleasure crashes through me in waves. He works me through it with gentle licks and soft kisses, bringing me down slowly before building me up again.
“Again,” he growls, his fingers joining his mouth. “I want to feel you come on my tongue again before I take you.”
“Ober,” I gasp, already building toward another peak. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he says with absolute certainty. “And you will. Because you’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”
The second orgasm hits harder than the first, my back arching off the table as I fall apart completely. This time he doesn’t let me come down, his mouth and fingers maintaining just enough pressure to keep me balanced on the knife’s edge of sensation.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, finally lifting his head to look at me with eyes gone completely dark with hunger. “Now you’re ready for me.”
