Page 44 of Live Love Lasso

His eyes narrow as he grins enough to bare his shorter fangs. “You’re speakin’ my love language, Lemon. We need the traffic light system, though, because I need to know if it’s too far for you, alright?”

I slide a hand up his chest, curling my fingers into soft, short hair. “Red, yellow and green, I assume?”

He nods, hand still moving through my feathers. “I need you to chase me first, though. Run me down, Lemon. Then I’ll flip the script and talk to you like what you are.” He presses his chest to mine and grips my throat with both hands. “And how degrading are we talkin’ about? You wanna be my little blood whore or do we start lighter?”

I gasp at the insult and the wash of heat it sends through me. Degradation is decadence when done right with a partner you trust. It can be the absolute worst with someone who gets off on being mean-spirited. I’ve dated a few monsters like that.

I’m zero percent worried with Furyon, though.

“Dark as you want,” I admit.

Still, it shocks me when he drops his hold on my throat and sprints off into the darkness.

Blinking rapidly, I try to process the fact he just fucking took off. He ran from me. I gnash my teeth as I press off the ground and swoop into the air, getting twenty feet of height. A twitch of the ears tells me he’s up ahead by forty yards or so.

Fast.

My mate is fast.

Oh gods, I thought of him as my mate.

I let that tidbit flow through my mind as I burst through the air, clawing through the sky to overtake the distance between us. He comes into view ahead of me, arms pumping and that perfect ass flexing beneath his jeans. When I dip closer, he puts on an extra sprint of speed.

The need stokes high until all I want is to knock him to the ground and take everything. He told me I could, and that makes me hotter than anything we’ve done so far.

His cabin comes into view up ahead. Several of the pit hells lie on the front porch, glancing up as we get closer to the house. I have to wonder if they’ll attack if they think I’m hurting him. I really don’t want to get bitten.

That’s all the brain power I have left, though, because he trips in a small hole in the ground and falls forward. Doesn’t even look back, just leaps to his feet and takes off again. But it was enough for me to overtake him. Swinging high, I come down on his back with both feet. He tumbles to the ground, head over heels, taking me with him as he snarls and snaps.

I throw one arm under his and the other over his shoulder, gripping his throat. The pit hells come off the porch, yowling and howling. Who can say if they’re even concerned or just making a lotta noise? I haul Furyon twenty feet into the sky and chuckle as he squirms in my arms.

“I’m gonna enjoy this, country boy,” I hiss into his ear. He’s heavy in my arms, but in flight, I’m so powerful that it doesn’t even matter. That signature pine and snowmelt scent overtakes me, tantalizing as I think about his blood. Opening my mouth wide, I sink my fangs into that delectable spot where his neck and shoulder meet.

Blood floods the wound, filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. Bliss overtakes me as I suck and pull at the pinprick holes. Gods, oh fucking gods, he tastes like pure starlight. Flooding the bite with venom to make him come, I scream into it as my own orgasm thunders through me with all the force of a hurricane.

The effect is immediate. His body locks up tight, and he arches against me, bellowing out a sound that echoes around us. He claws at my forearm as his body jolts against mine. But the bliss is too fucking hot, too hard for me to do anything but ride out the pleasure with him.

I sob into the bite, flooding him with more venom until he mewls and gasps.

“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Don’t st—I’m comin’, Lemon. Fuck, godsda—” He finishes the curse on a wail that lifts all the hair on my nape. One hand grips my thigh and squeezes, his claws sinking into my flesh as he vibrates in my arms.

I drag a third orgasm from him, soaking him in venom until I fucking run out and it drips down his muscle, wetting his shirt. He gasps, body quaking, as I drop us to the ground. The pit hells crowd around us, but when I flare my wings wide, a couple yip and hightail it back to the porch.

I’m on top of Furyon, straddling a hard-on that makes my fangs ache with need.

He looks at the remaining few dogs. “Git on outta here. I’m fine.”

“You’re not gonna be fine in a second,” I croon, reaching down and ripping his belt open. I pull his zipper down, releasing that perfect cock from its confinement. “I’m nowhere near done with you, country boy, and I haven’t even begun to have my way with you.”

Furyon

Lemon’s on my dick before I can gather the barest semblance of wits. She slides that hot, wet mouth down my length, sucking the seed off me. White eyes flash to mine as she licks up the underside, sending heat flaring through me. My muscles lock up tight, balls tense as she dips her tongue into my slit, gathering the moisture there.

“Need you in my godsdamn bed,” I command. If she keeps going, I’m gonna make a fool of myself out here in the dirt. But I don’t stop her as she deepthroats me, my cock sliding to the back of her throat and down. She hums, and the vibration has my thoughts scattering on the wind. I fall back onto the ground, arching and rolling my hips. I’d do any-fucking-thing to get more of that mouth.

“You gave in faster than I’d have thought.” She sits upright, bringing her hand to my length and squeezing me at the root. “I’m a little disappointed in you, Furyon.”

I’m up, shoving her off me and crawling over top of her before she can say another word. “Shut your fucking mouth,” I snarl. “Or I’ll fill it with something more meaningful than those hateful words.”