AsSeverinbegan to tease her nipples,CassiefeltRavik’sbig hands settle on the insides of her knees.
She tensed immediately—she couldn’t help it.Eventhough she had agreed to this—had practically begged for it in a roundabout, deeply embarrassing way—having a male between her spread thighs made old memories rise up before she could stop them.
She couldn’t help rememberingMitchrolling his eyes and refusing point blank the one and only time she’d asked him to go down on her.Buteven worse wasSskarth’slong, thin forked tongue flickering against her in a way that felt more creepy than pleasurable.Andalways, she felt the awful self-consciousness of being exposed and vulnerable and wondering if the man looking at her was secretly disgusted or put off by how wet she was or her taste or smell.
ButRavikdidn’t look disgusted or put off—he lookedhungry.
NotHungerVirushungry, thankGod—not white-eyed and snapping and mindless.Thiswas something else—something hot and intense and purelyKindred.
His golden eyes were half-lidded, his nostrils flared as though he was breathing her in, and his big hands were careful where they rested on her thighs.Hewas so much larger than she was that he could have pushed her open easily— could have simply taken what he wanted.
But he didn’t…he waited.
“Cassie?”he rumbled, his deep voice vibrating against her inner thighs as he looked up at her.“MayItaste?”
The question made something twist inside her—not just need this time, but emotion.Becausehe was asking—even with his eyes heavy and his breathing rough and his big body practically shaking with the effort of holding himself back, he was asking for permission—trying to make her feel comfortable.
Cassie swallowed hard.
“Yes,” she whispered.“Butgently.”
“Gently,”Ravikpromised.
Behind her,Severin’sarms tightened slightly around her upper body.Hisbare chest was warm against her back—not furnace-hot likeRavik, but solid and warm and steady.Oneof his hands remained cupped around her breast, his long fingers brushing lightly over her aching nipple, while the other stroked along her side in a slow, soothing motion that made her shiver.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he murmured close to her ear.“You’resafe.Ravikwon’t hurt you.”
“I know that,”Cassiesaid, though her voice sounded embarrassingly shaky.
“Then let him give you pleasure.”
The words were soft, but there was something in them that made her pulse jump.Severinsounded like he knew exactly what she needed and was determined to help her accept it.
Being ordered to do something by a man usually annoyed her…this time, it made her even wetter.
“I…I’lltry,” she promised.
And thenRaviklowered his head and began to taste her.
The first touch of his mouth madeCassiejerk inSeverin’sarms.
“Oh!”she gasped, her hands flying down instinctively toRavik’shair.“Oh—God.”
Ravik froze at once.
“Stop?”he asked hoarsely, looking up.
“No.”Cassieshook her head quickly, her fingers tightening in the thick black strands.“No, don’t stop.Itjust…surprised me.”
Because his tongue was nothing likeSskarth’s—nothing at all.
Ravik’s tongue was broad and hot and soft where it stroked over her aching pussy—not thin and flickering and strange.Helicked her carefully at first, as though learning her shape…learning the places that made her breath catch in her throat and her hips shift.
The warm, wet sensation spread through her whole body in slow, molten waves as he licked her, and the terrible clawing ache that had been tormenting her all day eased somewhat.
“Oh myGod,” she whispered asRaviklicked her again, this time deeper.“Thatfeels…that feels really good.”
A low sound of satisfaction came from the bigBeastKindred.
