Any worries, any self-confidence issues went flying out the window the moment he buried his face in my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth, the long, slow sucks driving me slowly insane.
“Lucien…” My fingers raked through his hair, mussing it far more comprehensively than I had fantasised about before. “Lucien.”
“Keep calling my name, beta,” he ordered as he pulled away, leaving me just in the thigh-highs and garter belt as I was lifted up and laid back down on the bed. “You keep saying my name, and I’ll keep kissing you.”
He’d promised he’d devour me, and for once, a guy made good on his threats, his body rearing above the bed as he took my foot in hand. He kissed his way across my ankle bone, working his way higher.
“Lucien…”
I couldn’t stop babbling the man’s names as he did exactly as he said he would.
7
“Lucien… Lucien!”
I was less moaning his name and now getting demanding, something that had him looking up the line of my body with a grin. He’d rearranged the pillows behind me, making sure I could see everything he was doing. The way he kissed his way up one leg, paying particular attention to the inside of one thigh, lewdly covered with my slick. He licked that clean, making me want that tongue higher, but he’d pulled away to do the same on the other thigh. When he threatened to do the same there, I cried out that the devouring needed to proceed at a faster rate.
“Needy, beta?”
He didn’t bother waiting for me to answer, sliding his thick fingers through my folds, my clit sitting up and singing hallelujahs as he did so, then he stuck them into his mouth, licking them like a greedy little boy.
Or a hungry alpha.
“You’re so fucking wet. You didn’t tell me you’d be like that,” he rumbled.
“Not…normally…” I panted, writhing on the bed as he pumped a finger in and out of me lazily, curling it upwards on the downstroke.
“So this is just for me? Then I better get to my desert.”
Instead of burying his face between my thighs, he rolled over, grabbing a pillow and putting it behind his head.
“Come here, Sage.”
We had chatted about this. I’d been more terrified than turned on at the idea, but he was adamant it was what he wanted. He patted his chest, making clear where I was supposed to be.
“Lucien…”
“Ride my face, beta. I want my tongue in your cunt, my nose rubbing your clit, and your whole damn pussy dripping on my face. I’ve come too many fucking times at the thought of it. Now I want the reality.”
“But—”
“Straddle my damn face.”
I moved, but slowly, grabbing onto the very nice carved teak bedhead before looking down at him.
“Are you sure—?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure.” His voice was more wolf than man, something that made him blink. Lucien looked up at me for a second before dragging me right where he wanted me.
“What if I suffocate you?” I ground out as I felt his kisses on my inner thigh.
“If I die, I fucking die, but I’m not missing out on this.” I shivered as I felt the tip of his tongue separate my folds. “I need your taste so fucking much. I don’t know why, but my wolf is going fucking nuts right now.”
I was about to find out just how crazy. Iron fingers buried themselves in my hips, taking all choice away and just forcing me to surrender.
And what a thing to surrender to.
A small knife of pain stabbed into my heart as he went to work, devouring me in earnest with little kitten licks at first, like I was an ice cream dripping on a stick, then with big broad sweeps of his tongue, covering my entire seam. Then low growls vibrated through me as he thrust his tongue inside me, wiggling it frantically as he tried to drive it deeper. Right when I was slapping my hands down on his perfectly painted walls, my nails scratching at the subtle blue grey colour, his lips closed around my clit, sucking it, but not too hard. No, his tongue and mouth seemed to know just the right pressure to turn my body from a solid to a liquid.