The animal in him wanted to crow with success, but Dom didn’t waste any time doing that. Rumbling his approval, he moved his head back up to kiss her several more times, his tongue and blunt fangs used to their fullest capacity. While she melted into him with a whimper that made his cock press against the denim of his jeans with increasing discomfort, Dom slowly, slowly slid his fingers past the waistband of her shorts.
Her skin was so smooth, so gorgeously soft, that he struggled to compare it to anything he knew. Charlotte was wrought in silk and velvet and sweet, perfumed things — everything he wasn’t and never knew he wanted until it was there, begging for him to touch and taste and keep as his own.
When he passed his fingers through soft curls and even softer skin, wet and waiting for him, Dom let out a harsh groan. “Fuck me,” he hissed, skimming the pads of his fingers against her petal-soft flesh. “So godsdamn warm and ready for me. Perfect.”
Charlotte’s claws bit into the skin of his pectoral muscle. Her legs spread a little wider as he began to drag his fingers back and forth. When Dom lifted his head just enough to gauge her reaction, he found her head tilted back, her cheeks flushed, and her expression heavy-lidded. His mouth went painfully dry.
“Perfect. You’re perfect, Charlotte.” With just a thought, his shadows moved to pull her shorts down around her ankles. She stepped out of them without looking down, her gaze locked on his face as he stroked her. “Look at you,” he rasped, “so pretty and small and mine. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, glowbug.” Dom’s free hand curled around her chin, holding her jaw captive as he slid his tongue along the parted seam of her lips, unable to keep himself from tasting her again and again. “Gods, I want to kiss every fucking inch of you.”
“Dom.” It was a whimper and a reprimand rolled into the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
“Yes, glowbug?” He ran the tip of his nose down the length of hers as he continued to tease her with soft touches. “What do you want?”
Charlotte panted. Her hips began to slowly rock into his hand, but he didn’t increase his pace or pressure. He moved with her, negating the effect until she gave up with a strangled cry. “Dom, please. I thought you were supposed to…”
He smiled down at her, the scent of her desire and the sight of her rocking into his hand almost too much to handle at once. “I told you I’d make you feel good,” he answered, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t torture you a little first, though.”
She huffed, but when he pressed his slick fingers firmly against her clitoris for just a moment, it turned into a gasp. He switched back to gentle petting almost immediately, making her squirm with frustration. “Dom!”
“What, glowbug?” He slipped two fingers down, teasing the hot, pulsing core that begged for his attention. “What do you want?”
Charlotte made an incoherent noise and pulled at his shirt, her head dropping back against the wall with a dull thunk.
Dom pressed a series of soft kisses to her pliant mouth. In between each one, he asked, “What do you need, glowbug? Do you want my fingers? Or do you want me to kiss you like I really want to?”
She said something, but Dom didn’t want her to whisper it. He wanted to hear her say it. “Louder, glowbug,” he told her. “Tell me what you want.”
“Kisses,” she gasped out. “I want kisses.”
Dom was not a demon who needed to be told twice. In less than a second, he was on his knees before her. Charlotte squeaked with surprise when he slung one of her legs over his shoulder. Forced onto her tiptoes, she reached for his antlers to keep her balance as he buried his head between her thighs.
She wobbled, but when his tongue slicked across her skin, Charlotte leaned into him with a breathy moan. The sound of it burrowed under his skin, driving him forward, pushing him to prove just how far a demon was willing to go for his mate.
It didn’t take long for Charlotte’s orgasm to catch up to her, but Dom wasn’t finished when she began to tense. Staring up the length of her body, he sucked hard on her clitoris just as he thrust two fingers inside her.
“Ah!” Charlotte’s back bowed as her skin pulsed with wave after wave of light. The hot muscles around his fingers contracted hard, pulsing in time with the glow that was so unique to his mate. He curled his fingers as he pumped them in and out, prolonging the pleasure as much as he could.
Gorgeous, he thought, watching her ride out an orgasm he refused to let die. My mate is so godsdamned beautiful.
She was fierce and fragile and so full of life, he could hardly imagine returning to an existence where she was not the center of his world. He didn’t want to imagine it.
Finally, Charlotte slumped against the wall, the leg bearing her weight shaking with strain. Dom reluctantly pulled away from her and eased her other leg down from over his shoulder. He didn’t let it go right away, though. No, first he pressed a hot kiss to her inner thigh. When he felt her muscle bunch and relax under his lips, he pulled back to skim his callused palms over her backside and her silky thighs.
“I never want to stop touching you,” he whispered. “I’m so fucking hungry for you, Charlotte.”
He watched her lashes flutter against the tops of her cheeks as she caught her breath. “Is that what I have to look forward to if I agree to be your mate?”
Dom gently nipped at the soft skin of her stomach. “Yes. And more.”
A loud buzzing sound reverberated through the wall. Dom stroked his hands upward, over the swell of her backside, to touch the base of her wings as they hummed. Even folded against the wall, they wanted to move.
“What does it mean when your wings do this?” Dom peered up at her. He had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from her own mouth.
Charlotte threaded her fingers through his hair, her expression sated. In a thick voice, she answered, “It’s the fey mating song. It’s supposed to attract a partner and whip them into a frenzy.”
Satisfaction was a roar in his blood. My mate wants me.
Gods, the knowledge that Charlotte wanted him was heady.