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“What?” My mind reels. “Wait. How often has this heat already happened? With who—” My throat tightens at the thought of any other than us touching her like that, of having their mouth on her slick pussy, of seeing to her needs.
“No one,” she mumbles, popping the final buttoned obstacle to spring my cock free. Her eyes light up as if she’s been waiting for this moment, then she moans, pumping my shaft. My mind blanks as pleasure barrels through me. I barely hear her next words through the cloud of bliss. “I’m still a virgin.”
Chapter
Forty-Six
WILLOW
“You’re what?” Fox halts my fist pumping his cock.
For a heart-wrenching moment, I fear he’ll deny me.
“Fox...” I close my eyes and shake my head. “If you dare say we should wait until we’re in a bed or somewhere romantic with flowers and satin sheets or some shit, I’ll?—”
“You waited for us?” His voice is so quiet I barely hear it, and now I’m too afraid to open my eyes.
“I...” No one else felt right, but this does. It’s never felt more right to give this part of myself to him.
“You waited for us as we waited for you?” His tone is now deeper, husky... aroused.
My eyes flip open to raw, haggard desire commanding his handsome features.
It flicks a switch inside my soul. “I waited.”
I’m on my back in an instant, my pants dragged down my hips. Before he tugs them off my feet, I remove my vest and pull my shirt over my head, but I get stuck. I only see fabric when he parts my thighs and drives his tongue deep into my pussy. Gasping, I flex into him. He grips my bottom and lifts me to feast with hard, fast, ravenous strokes.
Every nerve in my body is on fire. Pleasure coils in my lower abdomen. My arms flop beside my head, shirt covering my nose, but I don’t care. Without sight, my senses narrow down to that one spot. Every sensation is magnified.
Two fingers invade me, sliding in deep, triggering a sudden, intense orgasm that has me screaming his name. He licks me through my throes, savoring the slickness he’s wrought like it’s ambrosia.
“This pussy is ours,” he murmurs against my intimate flesh, still fluttering.
Breathless, I try to make sense of my limbs enough to pull off my shirt. But his tongue and fingers slide and slip, distracting me. When I finally do, he’s watching something beyond my body... Styx’s statue. He stares for so long that I wonder if he’s mentally conversing with the Sluagh inside the stone.
“He’s not... in there, is he?” I ask.
“He is, but I can’t read him.” He sits back on his haunches and looks down at me with lust-drenched eyes, the picture of hedonistic sex on legs. Tousled, come-fuck-me hair. Shirt open. His fingers trail down his defined abdomen to where his trousers open enough to tease the tip of his erection. “But if he is, darling, let’s give him something to remember. Come here and show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
Another wave of heat shudders through my body. I prowl to him on hands and knees, empowered by his breaths growing stilted in anticipation. “Where do you want my lips? Here?” I drop a kiss against his pectoral. “Or here.” I circle his nipple with my tongue.
“Pet,” he groans, wrapping my braid around his wrist. “Lower.”
“Mm, here.” I lick around every valley between the slabs of clenching muscle, hit the side one angling down to his hips, and follow it to his groin. I whisper over the tip of his cock, “Or here.”
His grip tightens on my hair. He flexes his hips, chasing my lips, but I pull away with a smirk when he bares spiky fangs in frustration. Whoever thought sucking cock could be so much fun? I don’t really know how it’s done, but it can’t be that difficult.
I palm his crotch, fondling over the fabric around the bulge of his testicles. Each little gasp he makes is fuel to my fire. When I witnessed Irisa’s sordid desperation on his lap, I thought sex had to be a little frightening to feel good, but this is only good. Only thrilling and addictive. I yank on his waistband, freeing the full length of his erection.
“Yes,” he mutters hotly. “Finish what you started in the library.”
I take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, and then I take him deeper, curious how far I can go. His body bows over mine with a sharp, hitched intake of breath. He curses and moans and shudders. Turns out, pretty deep. When I slide back off and don’t gag, he quietly praises the gods for building my body like this. I lick him, up and down, around and around, before asking, “Like what?”
“Fucking addictive,” he rasps and fucks my throat, once, twice, and then makes a pained sound as he draws out. He cups my jaw and lifts my eyes to his. “I should warn you, Bodin is going to love this mouth.”
My eyes widen as I recall Bodin’s wild dominance over me—the bite. I moan and touch my aching breasts, needing relief from this insistent desire. Fox’s gaze smolders as my fingers rolling and pinching my nipples. He enjoys watching me a fraction longer and then takes over with his mouth. His hot, wet suction shoots bolts of heat to my core. I’m so wet, it’s down my thighs.
“I need you inside me,” I beg.
