“Clove,” he says, his tone softer now. “What happened to your mom?”
I stare at him, temporarily grounded once more. “They raped her.” My voice is barely audible. “They… they killed her.” My eyelids fall, then flare open again as I grab his shoulders. I haven’t been able to speak all week. Someone has to know! “I didn’t kill her, Tieran. I swear I didn’t kill her.”
Tears cloud my vision. It feels so good to finally say that.
But it’s quickly followed by anger.
Anger that so many people refused to give me a chance to speak.
“They called me feral,” I continue, my vision blurring in a sea of red. “They never gave me a chance to defend myself. Because I couldn’t shift. I—”
A sharp spasm in my belly cuts off my thoughts, dragging me under that hazy torment once more.
Tieran’s finger finds my tongue, but the taste of his essence isn’t enough anymore. It’s no longer the antidote I require. It’s… it’s…
“Fire,” I breathe, writhing on the bed and curling into a ball of exquisite need.
Tieran’s palms land on my hips, his body bigger than mine and forcing me to unfurl on the mattress beneath him.
I start to cry, terrified of what’s about to happen, yet craving it at the same time. I’m not sure if I’m sad or elated.
I can’t decide.
I can’t fucking think.
Pressure meets my core, the sensation of it shooting spikes through my veins.
I scream.
Then I cry out as the pressure increases, swirling,licking, drawing out pure bliss from between my thighs.
My fingers find Tieran’s hair as I urge him on, riding his face in a furious display of need underlined in a hint of insanity.
This isn’t me.
It’s my wolf.
No, it’sus.
Oh, fuck it.
I don’t care. I just want tofeel.
And ohhh, he’s helping me feel a thousand things at once.
His fingers enter my slick channel, curling up to find a spot deep within that shoots me to the stars as his tongue continues to drive me mad.
I’m a mess of sensation and moans. I’m demanding more. I’m begging for him to fuck me. I’m losing my damn mind and I just do not care.
The first wave of pleasure hits me unexpectedly, sending me soaring to the moon and back in the blink of an eye.
It’s immediately followed by a second and a third thunderous climax, the pleasure all foreign and new to my spirit.
I’ve dabbled a little on my own.
But never with another.
It’s forbidden to play with a male who isn’t my mate.
