Antal’s tongue worked over her. Into her, those strokes mercilessly deep, that build of tension that had her rocking her hips to fill the ache, until at last—
She came with a shout, everything hot and shuddering and wonderful, writhing beneath the mercy of his mouth. This otherworldly creature. This wretched, wonderful predator.
Hers, to enjoy as long as she wished, as they built a new home together.
As Fi caught her breath, Antal climbed onto the bed, mantling over her. He combed claws through her hair.
Then, whispered against her ear, “Don’t look so content, Fionamara. I’m not finished with you.”
She cupped his cheeks with eyes lidded—grin wicked. “Neither am I, daeyari.”
Fi grabbed him by the antlers, heaving the startled beast sideways.
Here, she didn’t have to cower. Here, she didn’t have to hide behind her cloak of bristles. Here, she was a creature of clawsand fangs, her snarl as fierce as Antal’s when she pushed his back to the bed. His tail wrapped her thigh. Claws gripped her waist, poised to throw her off.
“Stay,” Fi ordered.
Antal froze beneath her, breaths heavy. Concern creased his brow.
Then, eyes narrowed at the realization: her mounted atop him, thighs straddling his hips. Head tall.Notbegging. Fi felt every muscle tense between her legs, Antal’s fangs bared, tail swishing.
But he stayed, like a good beast.
Daeyari didn’t fall easily to their backs, he’d claimed. So what was that hungry glint in his eyes?
Fi scraped her palm up his bare chest, a simmer of hot energy beneath fingertips. “Do you enjoy being on the bottom, daeyari?”
“That depends,” he returned, rough.
“But you enjoy when I give you orders?”
“I enjoyyou. The fiercer, the better.” He growled the words, but held still beneath the command of her palm. A new game to play.
She made swift work of his trousers, relishing the lean lines of his waist laid bare beneath her fingers, that long V dipping to his pelvis—relishing theotherlong piece of him that rose to greet her. Fi grasped his cock, a firm stroke of her palm from root to tip. Antal tilted his head back, groaning as he pressed against her grip.
“Kasek aza…” he breathed, a curse and a plea at once.
“Kasek…aza…” Fi formed the words slowly, trying to mirror how Antal made them sound. “You’ve called me that before?”
“Kasek aza,” he purred. “Vicious woman.”
She grinned. Then mouthed the words anew. Fi liked the waythey sounded in her mouth—she liked the way they sounded inhismouth more.
She rose on her knees and guided him into her. They shared an exhale, hers verging perilously close to a whimper, consumed by the bliss of hard heat filling her, by taut muscles between her thighs and claws digging into the bedsheets.
At the first roll of her hips, Antal arced with her, eyes fluttering closed and tail wrapping her waist to pull her tighter against him. He ran a hand up her thigh. Between her legs. Fi gasped when his thumb stroked her, brushed in energy, a spark of heat that sent her smoldering.
But Fi was in control.
She set the rhythm. She set his hand on her hip, an anchor to move against, a brush of claws across her ass. She reined him back when he tried to press too quickly, reveling in the desperate hiss through his teeth. From this perch, she was unconquerable. This thrum of power as potent as the lust between her legs.
As Fi reached another crest, she tipped her head back in a cry of victory, all of her trembling as Antal moved beneath her, drawing out the waves.
Again, he tensed, hands hard on her hips.
“Stay.”
Fi’s order came frayed. Antal heeded, strained as a starving creature beneath her.
