“Now,” he says against my skin. “Let me make my point.”
32
Mara
He kisses me deep, in no rush at all now that he’s got me where he wants me, one hand spread wide at the back of my head while the other moves down my body. I’m flat on our bed with his weight pressing me into the mattress, and I’ve already stopped trying to remember why I was angry. I get a fist in his shirt and pull, greedy for more of him, and he gives it to me, his tongue stroking deep, a low sound rolling out of him and into me.
“Aaron,” I breathe against his mouth, not even sure what I’m asking for.
He pulls back just far enough to look at me, and I gasp.
His eyes are black. Solid, depthless black, edge to edge. And the way he’s looking down at me, slow and hungry and certain, has the breath catching in my throat all over again.
“Ummm.” My voice comes out small. “Aaron.”
“Yes, baby.” Even his voice has dropped, gone rougher, darker.
“Your eyes.” I lift a hand toward his face and don’t quite have the nerve to touch. They’re jet black, no light left in them,and there’s something behind them that isn’t all the way him. “Aaron?—“
He shakes his head, slow, and one corner of his mouth lifts. “I need you, Mara.”
Then his mouth is back on mine. No more talking. He kisses me deep and claiming, his hand dragging down my body to take inventory as it goes. He palms my breast through my dress. I push up into his hand, greedy for it. He drags his thumb over my nipple, then catches it between two fingers and pinches. The pleasure shoots through me so sharp my back bows clean off the bed. We never stop kissing. It’s all tongue and hunger. I’m already wrecked. He hasn’t even gotten me out of my dress.
His mouth leaves mine and drags down my throat, the slope of my breast, then lower, and I catch where he’s headed too late.
“Aaron.”
He lifts his head from the dip of my hip. “Huh?” He says it against my skin, then goes right back to it, dragging open-mouthed kisses up the inside of my thigh.
He flicks his wrist. Magic spills off his fingers, blue-gold light pouring over my hips, and it brushes across my panties light as breath. Then they’re gone. Just gone. The air hits me bare and exposed, and my whole body jolts, already aching.
My tail whips up off the bed and coils around his neck, the tassel pulling tight. I’m not sure if it’s a threat or a plea. He grins up the length of me like he likes it, like he wants me to squeeze.
His hand comes up and closes over my tail. Magic hits it, warm and humming, and my tail goes loose all at once, unwinding from his neck and falling limp to the mattress. Something inside me goes quiet with it. My lion, restless and prowling since the moment his eyes went black, curls down somewhere deep in me and goes under.
I shove up onto my elbows, then sit up the rest of the way, a hiss tearing out of me. “What did you do to my lion?”
He presses one last kiss to my thigh and looks up at me, calm as anything. “Don’t worry, baby. She’s just taking a nap.”
He sets his big hands on the inside of my knees and pushes them wide.
“Aaron!”
He drags his tongue across his bottom lip, those black eyes pinning me to the bed. “I’m about to eat this pussy,” he growls, low and certain, “and you’re gonna sit back like a good girl and let me.”
I open my mouth to argue. His tongue sweeps up the center of me before I get a word out, slow and flat and hot, and whatever I was going to say leaves me in a gasp as I fall back against the bed.
He lifts his head, his eyes closed, and hums, pleased with himself. My claws are already out, sunk deep into the mattress on either side of me, and a whimper slips out of me.
“You’re feral,” I manage.
He cracks one black eye open. “Ya think?” Then he chuckles, dark and delighted, and buries his face back between my thighs.
And he devours me, no patience in it at all. His mouth seals over my pussy. His tongue drags up the center of me, slow and flat, then flicks over my clit, and a sound rips out of me I’ve never made before. He fucks me with his tongue, deep, then drags back up to suck my clit between his lips. The rough scrape of his beard against my inner thighs only makes it filthier. I’m a mess. “Aaron, ah, ummm.” My hips grind up into his mouth. My legs fall open wider. He pins me to the bed with a forearm across my belly and keeps going. The pleasure coils tighter with every pass of his tongue until there’s nowhere left for it to go.
It snaps. My first orgasm tears through me and I bite down on my own tongue, “ah, shit,” my thighs shaking around his head, my whole body wrung out and lit up at once. He licks me through every bit of it, gentle now, until I go loose under him.
He pulls back, and his eyes are still that endless black, his mouth and chin slick and shining with me. He doesn’t look away from my face as he reaches back, fists his shirt, and drags it over his head. Then he’s on his feet, shoving his pants and boxers down and off. He’s bare in front of me now, all of him, already hard, thick and flushed, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him.
