Page 32 of Feral King

I nod as his hands move up to the bottom of my sports bra. He peels it off, and when my breasts fall free, full and heavy, he exhales, like the air’s been knocked out of him. His hands come up to cup them, and the groan that leaves his mouth as he scoops my breasts is so raw and primal, it makes my pussy clench.

“Christ, Lyra.”

He lets his hands fall down to my hips once more, this time guiding me around and then back toward the bed. He kisses me again, his mouth on my jaw, my throat, my collarbone, then down to my breasts to one nipple and then the other.

The bottoms go next. He hooks his thumbs beneath the waistband and drags them down slowly, sinking to his knees as he does so. God, the sight of Julian Volkov on his knees in my bedroom does something indescribable to me.

He presses his mouth against the softness of my stomach, his lips dragging across the skin below my navel. My instinct is to tense up—this is the part of my body I’m most self-conscious about.

When he drags his tongue across the length of my belly, my knees nearly give out.

“Every inch,” he says against my skin. “Do you understand me? Every single inch.”

More kisses along my hips, stomach, and thighs.

Then—

“Get on the bed.”

The tone of his command is intense, and I do as he asks, stepping backward until my calves brush against the mattress, and I sit. Julian places his hands on my knees and spreads them apart. His eyes lock onto my pussy with an expression of near reverence.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says.

I don’t know how to respond. I’ve never experienced anyone speaking to me in such a way before.

But I don’t think about it for long. He leans forward, kissing along my inner thighs, moving from one to the other. The sight of him moving closer and closer to where I need him is driving me wild.

He takes his time, his hands gripping my thighs. When his mouth finally finds my clit, I come undone.

“Oh… Oh,Julian…”

It’s all I can say. His tongue works me with a focus that borders on obsessive. He holds me open and steady while his tongue drags over my clit, sending electricity of pure pleasure rushing through me.

“Don’t hold back,” he says. “You don’t need to be quiet.”

It’s permission I didn’t know I needed. His tongue moves over me with slow, dragging presses. I moan loudly as theintensity builds, my cries growing in volume when I realize that I’ve spent years being quiet, years being careful and appropriate, and Julian is undoing it all with each lick.

He makes a growl of approval the louder my cries become. The vibration sends me spiraling, and I fall backward onto the mattress.

“Julian… you’re gonna make me…”

He glances up, his lips glistening with my liquid pleasure.

“Then do it. Come for me.”

That’s all I need. The orgasm hits like a wave breaking. My back arches off the bed, my hand fisting in his hair. I cry out, and he works me through it, slower, gentler, his tongue tracing lazy circles while the aftershocks ripple through my thighs.

When he sucks my clit, my vision nearly whites out.

“Oh… my… God…”

“Again.”

It’s a command, not a suggestion.

He slides two fingers inside of me, his mouth staying where it is. The fullness of his fingers inside me, coupled with the pressure of his tongue, is nearly devastating. He curls his fingers, finding my G-spot easily.

I shatter almost instantly, the second orgasm even more powerful than the first. It rolls through me in hot waves that start at my center and radiate outward until I’m trembling from head to toe. My thighs are clamped around his head, and all I can do is moan, “Oh God, Oh God”over and over.