“Tell me to lick you.”
“Lick me,” I repeated automatically, warmth spreading along my skin. “Please.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
LORCAN
My knot throbbed,my groin tightening withneed.
That vampire’s presence lingered on my Omega, his memory tainting her mind, his fangs leaving invisible claims all over her creamy skin.
I wanted him gone. Dead.Replaced.
My wolf snarled in agreement. Fare had no business being between me and Kyra. No purpose residing in either of our thoughts.
This was about me and her. Our wolves. Our bond. Convenient or not, it had grown. Into what, I wasn’t sure.
But I wanted her.
Hell, Ineededher.
My cock had been hard for three fucking days while she’d healed. Three fucking days of having her naked body pressed against me. Three fucking days of hearing her little mewls and smelling her delectable slick.
Then she’d woken up and sniffed me like I was her favorite perfume.
And now she was wet. Freshly clean.So beautifully swollen.
I held her gaze as I leaned forward to lave her clit. Her pupils dilated, her wolf staring down at me with stark approval.
My inner beast gazed right back up at her, his low growl rumbling in my chest and making our mate’s legs shake in response.
An Alpha could use that sound to make his Omega wet between the thighs, to help encourage a rut. But Kyra was already soaked, her pussy lips glistening with arousal.
I slid my tongue along her slick folds, indulging in a thorough taste.
Kyra’s grip tightened in my hair, her body trembling. “Lorcan,” she breathed.
“So good,” I praised, pleased that she kept saying my name. It told me she wasn’t lost to her heat any longer, that she was actually aware of what we were doing.
And it meant she wasn’t thinking abouthim.
I sealed my lips around her clit, determined to give her sensual gratification rather than pain. She deserved to be adored. Worshipped.Pleasured.
Her mouth parted on a gasp, her hips undulating toward me as I suckled her hard little nub.
My name left her lips again, this time on a pant as she leaned back against the tiled wall behind her. Both her hands were in my hair now, her fingers gripping my strands tightly as she rocked herself into my face.
It was so fucking hot to watch her writhe. So alluring to feel her slick against my lips. And absolutely perfect to experience her flavor on my tongue.
I wanted more. So. Much. More.
My tongue flattened against her as I released one of her hips and drew my hand down to her thighs. Goose bumps met my touch, her body quaking beneath my attentions.
I slid my palm upward, my fingers teasing her opening.
She arched off the wall in response, her body seemingly desperate for me to own her. Claim her. Mark her inside and out.
I gave her what she wanted, slipping two fingers inside her and curling them in a way I knew would drive her mad.
