Frowning, I spin, rising onto my knees. Daring a peek over the log, I search the mangled jungle for any sign of—
A heavy thump behind me rattles my bones, and I gasp, whipping around, seeinghim—a vision of corded muscle and fierce, regal beauty. All his veins have pushed to the surface; his tattoos so eerily still, no light flickers through the silver scrawl.
His eyes are the most catastrophic shade of black I’ve ever seen.
I scramble over the log in a flurry of unsteady movement, knees crumbling the moment I reach the other side.
He steps over it effortlessly, prowling after me as I scurry backward. Fanning a heat low in my belly that becomes unbearable, my nerves exposed to every sweep of his crippling gaze.
He looms above, casting me in a delicious slab of shadow.
My muscles lose strength, and I soften against the ground.
He drops to his knees, holding my stare as he reaches forward and unbuckles my sheath with slow, steady motions, setting it aside. He rips the buttons on my pants, easing the stubborn leather barrier down. My underwear yields to his slashing hand like they’re nothing more than tissue paper, and my legs begin to part.
A raw, carnal invitation.
He makes a low rumbling sound, grips my thighs, and spreads them so wide there’s nowhere for me to hide.
Bared.
Vulnerable.
He’s right there, looking straight at me. Seeing the flushed, swollen evidence of my frantic need for him.
He sits perfectly still, releasing that rumbling sound with every deep exhale while his gaze hungers. While my core aches to be filled with his finger.
His tongue.
Something.
“Rhordyn. Ineedyou …”
More than I need air in my lungs.
His gaze cuts to mine, and he makes that sound again—almost a purr. So animalistic, betraying the words he’s not saying.
It picks at the thread of my composure, leaving me so frayed I’m barely holding together.
I rock my hips. “Rhor—”
He drops his head between my thighs and plants his mouth on me, arms weaving around my legs as his tongue lashes through my folds—like a ravenous, feasting beast. A vortex of muscle-melting pleasure stirs, branches up into my center and down the inside of my thighs as I rock against his face, stomach clenched, peering over my heaving chest. Watching this big, barbaric man paw at my thighs while he rumbles through his meal, back muscles bulging, clawed fingers dimpling my skin.
There is nothing gentle about the way he’s devouring me, every hot swirl of his tongue knotting me up until my entire body blazes with this tangled heat.
The rocking of my hips grows strength, and he sets a hand over my womb. Pins me down with silent command.
He flicks his thumb over that sensitive nub, kindling me, easing a finger inside. He pumps.
Pumps.
I whimper,tumbling, dissolving beneath him. My nails gouge into the dirt in a pathetic attempt to ground myself.
Still strumming that raw, exposed bundle of nerves, he replaces his finger with his tongue—digging deep.
I cry out, thighs trembling as he spreads my core, exposing more of me to his ravaging attention. Those dense rumbling sounds pour up into me, his tongue oscillating as it spears to a devastating beat while heat gathers.
Spreads.
