“Like it?” Jolie eyeballed me incredulously, her voice hoarse and breathless. “It felt incredible.”
I hummed in deep satisfaction, the vibration rumbling in my chest like a purr, and lowered my head once more, brushingmy tongue against her oversensitive clit again in a teasing stroke that caused her whole body to spasm uncontrollably.
Her fingers twisted desperately in my hair, the sharp tugging sensation sending cascading bolts of electricity racing down my spine and pooling in my groin, making my cock pulse. My vision blurred at the edges, the world narrowing to nothing but her. The taste of her on my tongue, the heat of her against my face, the intoxicating scent that filled my lungs with every ragged breath, the silken texture of her skin. I could barely function with the overwhelming pressure building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring wound to its breaking point. Not yet. Not until she fell apart first, not until I’d wrung every last tremor of pleasure from her beautiful body.
I gripped the soft, yielding curve of her ass, my fingers digging into the plush flesh as I steadied her bucking hips, holding her in place so I could worship her properly. Jolie’s thighs trembled violently, the muscles quivering and jumping as tension coiled through her body. Her hips jerked forward in desperate, uncontrolled movements, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything I was giving her, grinding against my face with abandon. Her voice broke on a high, keening note that echoed around us, bouncing off the trees and filling the air with the sound of her pleasure.
“Gods,” I mumbled against her slick, heated flesh, the words vibrating against her skin. “Just like that, zeihava. Come for me. Let me feel you.”
“Diarvet,” she gasped my name like a prayer, her voice raw and desperate and beautiful, cracking on the syllables. “Don’t—please—don’t stop.” Her fingers tightened their grip, holding me firmly in place, her nails scraping deliciously against my scalp as she silently begged for more.
The rhythm of her breathing changed dramatically—shorter, sharper, more erratic—each inhale a gasp, each exhalea whimper or moan. Her muscles went rigid beneath my hands, every line of her body drawn taut as a bowstring. I felt the telltale flutter against my tongue, the rapid pulse quickening beneath the delicate, swollen skin of her clit, the tiny bud throbbing frantically, signaling her impending release.
Her back arched off the moss in a beautiful, graceful curve, spine bowing as pleasure crashed through her like a tidal wave. A sound tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered and utterly perfect, primal and uninhibited. Her body shuddered violently, once, twice, three times, each wave of her climax rippling through her from head to toe as her inner walls clenched and pulsed, her entire form convulsing with the force of her release.
I stayed with her through each cresting wave, my tongue gentling but never stopping, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure, prolonging her orgasm until her fingers finally loosened their grip in my hair and her breathing slowed to something approaching normal, her body going limp and boneless against the soft moss.
I had pleased my mate, brought her to the heights of ecstasy with nothing but my mouth. The knowledge filled me with a fierce satisfaction that resonated deep in my chest, warming me from the inside out. It meant everything. More than conquest, more than victory in battle, more than any achievement I’d ever claimed. This—her pleasure, her trust, the way she’d surrendered herself so completely to me—was the greatest honor I’d ever been given.
Chapter 13
Jolie
Oh, my sweet Lord!
My toes curled as aftershocks rippled through me, each one making me gasp and shudder. I couldn’t stop trembling, didn’t want to, my entire body felt like it was humming with pleasure, every nerve ending singing.
His eyes locked with mine, predatory and possessive. “Mine.” The word hung between us, more declaration than question.
I nodded, unable to form words as his tongue traced the inside of my thigh, lapping at the evidence of what he’d done to me, drinking the slickness he’d coaxed from my body. My fingers dug into the damp moss beneath us, the earthy scent mixing with our musk as his bright blue eyes glinted up at me with unmistakable hunger.
“My mate,” Diarvet whispered against my skin, the contact sending fresh tremors through my oversensitive flesh. He crawled up beside me, pulling me against the solid warmth of his body until I could feel his heartbeat hammering against mine, our chests rising and falling in tandem.
“Yours,” I whispered, shifting against him. The coarse fabric of his vest scraped across my nipples, the rough texture sending sparks of sensation through my already sensitized body. I tugged at the edge with impatient fingers. “This needs to go.”
Diarvet’s eyebrow arched, his lips curving upward into a knowing smile that made my stomach clench. “You wish to see all of me, mate?”
The word made my stomach flip, desire pooling low in my belly. I barely had time to nod before his mouth was on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple in slow, deliberate strokes while his large hand kneaded the other, his calloused palm rough against my soft skin. A cry escaped me as I arched upward, my fingers tangling in his thick blue hair, the strands silky between my fingers as I pulled him closer, needing more.
My back arched involuntarily as his teeth grazed my nipple with just enough pressure to toe the line between pleasure and pain, sending electricity down my spine that pooled between my thighs. “God!” The word dissolved into a gasp as he switched to the other breast, his mouth hot and demanding.
Diarvet’s laugh vibrated against my skin, the rumble traveling through my chest. “I’ll remember that spot.”
I slid my fingers down the ridges of his abdomen, tracing the outline of each muscle until they found the straining fabric of his pants, the material taut over his obvious arousal. Through the material, I felt his cock throbbing, heat radiating against my palm.
“It’s my turn,” I rasped. “I want to see you.”
With a sigh that made his chest rise and fall dramatically, Diarvet pulled away from worshipping my breasts and stood, unfolding his body with more sensuality than a male his size should possess. The misty air rushed in to cool the dampness on my skin where his mouth had been, leaving me bereft and aching. Then his hands moved to the leather ties of his vest, fingers working the knots with deliberate slowness as he held my gaze, and heat consumed me again.
The garment fell away, revealing more of those blue and gold scales splashed with fuchsia stretched taut over sculpted muscle, his chest rising with controlled breaths that betrayed his restraint.
His hands moved to the fastening of his pants, and my breath caught in my throat. The fabric slid down his narrow hips, pooling at his feet, and….
Oh, my sweet Lord!
My mouth went completely dry, my tongue suddenly thick and useless. His cock stood proud and thick, It was covered in blue and gold scales, that created a mesmerizing pattern along his length. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t even blink, my eyes tracing every ridge and texture.
“Well?” One corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smirk, revealing the sharp point of his canine tooth. His voice carried a hint of amusement mixed with desire. “Do I meet with your approval, mate?”
