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Tingles rushed down my legs. I bit my lip harder, unable to stop my hips bucking up into Tor when he groaned and devoured me with wild, ravenous curls of his tongue.
“Look at me, my cute little succulent.”
“I can’t,” I said, ignoring the name.
“Not even if I do this?” he asked and—sealed his lips around my clit, flicking with his tongue. A grunt drew out of me before I could stop it. I had to release my lip from my teeth or I’d draw blood.
“Why are you—? I’m not really—you don’t want me, this is just the curse messing with you.”
“Look at me,” Torment said again, and his tone was so different, the madness and obsession replaced with a grave seriousness.
I swallowed, dropped my hands, and met his feverish brown eyes. He was every bit as handsome as I remembered, his face soft and sharp at once, his head shaved in a way that only enhanced his vicious beauty, and his mouth—his mouth shone with my arousal. I couldn’t look away even if shyness and my crumbling self-esteem made me want to.
“I don’t give a shit about the curse, Cat. It only made you our bride—it hasn’t made me feel what I do. I want to be here, with your fucking irresistible taste on my tongue, with your body in my hands, because you are sexy as fuck, and brave, and I love those little quips you throw my way when your fear dips. I’m enthralled by you. You are what has me aching and desperate for you, not anything that bitch did.”
It was a pretty convincing speech as far as speeches went. The fierce way he spoke, not letting a single iota of doubt form, helped. He meant every word, and it was baffling but flattering as hell.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“And,” he added, hands gliding up the outside of my naked thighs, “everything I uncover about you, every scowl and gasp and frown, just makes me even more desperate for you. You are my wife. Mine to keep. So lay back, Beautiful, and take as many orgasms as you want from me.”
My eyes were wide. I had reservations—a whole stack of them—but it was a little hard to remember them with a hot as fuck man between my thighs, willing to give me as many orgasms as I wanted.
“Do you really like the way I taste?” I asked after a moment, propped up on my elbows but relaxing, bit by bit, as he scattered open-mouthed kisses up my thighs to my centre.
“I’m obsessed with the way you taste,” he corrected, his light brown eyes filled with fire. “You don’t mind if I keep you in bed for the rest of your life so I can keep my tongue buried in your pussy, do you?”
“Um. I have classes.”
Tor’s response was a sulky sound that made me smile. “Fucking school.”
I laughed, the sound bursting out of its own will, and Tor’s eyes flashed up to me, lingering, staring. “What?” I asked self-consciously, my face burning.
“You are… beyond beautiful,” he breathed, hands skimming up my thighs to spread them wider. He kept his eyes on me as he lowered his head, kissing my clit. “My Cat. My wife.”
I scraped my teeth over my lip, nerves tangling my belly, but I asked, “Does that make you mine, then?”
“Oh fuck yeah,” Tor groaned, his eyes going heavy lidded. “I am entirely and completely yours.” He dove back into my pussy, stroking all the sensitive places, like he’d already learned exactly what made me gasp and my hips jolt. “You have to share me with Death and Miz, though,” he said against my entrance, catching all my arousal on his tongue like it was the finest wine and he couldn’t bear to miss a single drop.
“Won’t that—” A whimper ate my words when he tightened his grip on my thighs and dragged me closer, his mouth finding my clit, wrapping it in heat and blissful pressure. “Oh, god. I don’t want to—to—”
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Tor groaned, the vibrations making my eyes cross, ripping a guttural sound from me before he released my throbbing clit. “There’s a place for you among us. Don’t worry so much, my wife. You won’t cause conflict.”
Miz already hates me, I wanted to say, but I dropped back against the bed, my elbows collapsing under me when his tongue swirled inside me, finding places I hadn’t realised were quite so sensitive.
“God, Tor,” I groaned, and ignored the fact I barely knew him, and he was only here because of a curse. People grabbed random men and hooked up all the time. This didn’t have to be more complicated than that.
Except he kept calling me his, and his wife, and looking at me like that.
“That’s it, Cat,” he murmured, watching me. “You lay back and let your husband take care of you. Tell me when you’re close. I want to watch you come. No, I need to watch you. I’ll die unless you come all over my tongue.”
“Seems—dramatic,” I gasped, a deep throb going through my pussy as his motions turned frantic, edged with that same intensity I’d first noticed in him. Like a predator who’d sighted prey and refused to let it escape.
“It’s fucking essential,” he groaned against me, fingers biting deeper into my thighs, his breath quickening as mine did. I should have felt the icy bite of my room’s temperature but I caught fire beneath him, every flick and suck and stroke pushing me higher, until I was so hot I couldn’t bear it.
“Mine,” he gasped. “Mine, all mine.”
