That was disappointing, but I didn’t want to stop. “Can you eat me out after?”
Declan let out a faint laugh, kissing me again. “If that’s what you want.” His fingers slid from my waist to my chest, gently clutching my breast, teasing my nipple with his thumb. “But can I do something else while I’m down there?”
Eyes still closed, rocking slowly up and down, I whispered, “What do you mean?”
“I want you to see how good it feels when I feed.” His lips trailed down my chest, and his tongue flicked against my nipple. As I gasped, a soft scrape of fangs grazed my skin. “Do you want that?”
My head rolled back in bliss, rolling my hips closer into him. I’d heard how erotic feeding was, and despite the little tremors it’d sent through me, it’d also seemed terrifying. I’d heard horror stories of wolves and vamps losing control.
But I trusted Declan.
“You’ll stop if I don’t like it?” I whispered.
He rubbed a gentle hand down my spine, tightening the arch of my back closer to him. “Of course I will, sweetheart.”
I wasn’t sure if it was that raspy voice of his or how gentle he sounded in this moment, but it only made me want him more. Small quakes of bliss tightened around his cock within me, and he squeezed me tighter into him.
“Fuck, Brooke,” he murmured. “Jesus Christ, don’t stop.”
I let out a soft sigh of bliss, digging my nails into his back, intentionally clenching. A groan echoed into my ear, and for a moment, I understood why Declan liked hearing me moan for him so much. It was an incredibly empowering sensation to hear him practically begging for me.
As warmth filled inside me, and his body trembled beneath me, soft moans falling from his lips, I smiled with satisfaction and kissed his forehead.
He’d only just stopped coming, but he glared up at me. “Don’t do that.”
I laughed. “Don’t do what?”
Before I could blink, my back was on the sofa, and Declan was overtop of me, dropping my hips into the plush. I gasped at how deep he went in, and he smiled, lips lowering to my forehead. “Ido this. You don’t do this.”
Between deep breaths, I said, “Why not?”
His lips trailed down the side of my face to my jaw, hands caressing their way down my curves. When his mouth opened around my nipple, and his tongue flicked at an impeccable speed, I moaned with anticipation, arching closer toward him.
“Because I don’t like it,” he murmured, lips tracing down my belly. “It’s a sign of dominance.”
“Oh, and you’re allowed to dominate me, but I can’t dominate you?”
His fingers on my hip shifted inside of me, fingers furiously massaging my front wall. I squealed with something between surprise and pleasure, body involuntarily bowing off the cushions toward him. He planted his other hand on my lower belly, pushing me back onto the sofa. Somehow, that pressure on my stomach intensified the euphoria of the internal massage, and I screamed with exaltation.
“You haven’t seen me dominate you, sweetheart,” he said over my scream, still fingering me so hard that my legs involuntarily squirmed open and shut. “But you love the little glimpses I’ve given you, don’t you?”
My squeals of pleasure made it virtually impossible to respond.
Declan smirked. “Yeah. Thought so.”
I wanted to glare, but all I managed was a groan.
His face lowered to my skin again, starting at my pelvis and working down to my vulva. As his tongue traced my labia, my leg quivered off the sofa.
“Keep that there,” he murmured, heat of his breath teasing my cunt. The hand on my belly found my other leg. He brought it upward and pushed my foot into the crevice between the cushions, opening me as wide as space allowed. “And this right here. Alright, sweetheart?”
His tongue flicked against my clit, and I bucked forward, groaning.
He scraped a tooth over my labia, forcing a squeal of pain from my lips. Although, yes, it hurt, I didn’t want him to stop.
“Did you hear me, Brooke?” His voice deepened, fingering me harder.
Hardly able to form words, I moaned out, “Yes.”