Page 112 of Let Slip the Dogs of War

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Done,” Dante says and chuckles before he leans in for a kiss. I open for him as soon as our mouths meet, then roll onto my back so I can tug him up and over me. This, too, is still new and exciting, but twice is enough for me to know that if I move my hand over Dante’s side, he will squirm before he leans into the touch, and that when I tug at the waistband of his shorts, he will sigh and sag against me.

He does just that, then moans when I shove my hands lower, greedy, suddenly desperate. Dante seems just as desperate now, and perhaps it is the bond, because he tugs on my hair until I gasp and then bites my lower lip.

“I’m spoiled,” he pants before he kisses my neck. “I don’t like to share.”

A growl spills out of my throat. “No sharing.”

Dante laughs. “Not like that. Well, also like that. But if you’re mine, you’re mine.”

I couldn’t agree more. I grab him and roll us again, so now he’s beneath me. He groans into our next kiss and doesn’t seem to mind when my sharp teeth scrape his lip.

“I was raised a prince,” I murmur, trailing kisses down his jaw. “You think I am not spoiled, too? Besides, fae are greedy. And incredibly selfish.”

Dante groans when I suck on his earlobe. He is grabbing at my T-shirt, and I am not sure if he wants to get it off or if he just wants something to hold on to. “Selfish?” He moans again when I squeeze his stomach. “You weren’t selfish when you—fuck—sucked me off.”

I nip his throat and shove his T-shirt up. “I was,” I growl. “It pleases me to please you. Selfish.”

He laughs again, a little longer this time, and it only trails off when I push his T-shirt higher and swirl my tongue around one of his nipples. “Oh, fuck, Lark!”

“Do you want to?”

“Want to what?”

“Fuck.”

Dante gapes at me. “What are we—Lark.”

I grin. “Tell me what you want, Dante. Exactly what you want.”

He stares at me as I push up onto my knees. I shove one thigh between his legs, pressing against his cock, and plant a hand on the pillow next to his head. Whatever he wants, he can have. He is part of me, just as I plan to be part of him. If I get my way, we will cement this bond. Then he’ll understand what I mean.

“I want you to fuck me,” Dante breathes. His face flushes red. “A-and…”

“And?” I cannot help my wandering hands. I rub my thumb over the nipple I just licked, then squeeze his chest.

“I-I want you to tell me. Everything. What you’re thinking while we…”

Oh. “You want to hear all of it?” I murmur, leaning in close to his face. The way his breath hitches is delightful. “Every little thing?”

“Yes.”

I kiss him again because if my mouth is bound to be occupied by words, then I need to enjoy one last taste. Dante is pliant now, as though the courage it took to ask for what he wanted has drawn all the rest out of him, but that is delightful, too. I can do whatever I like with him, but there is no denying that what I said before is true. It pleases me to please him, and what will please him is a hard fuck and me telling him how beautiful he is.

He only hesitates for a fraction of a second when I pull the T-shirt over his head, and then I pause, only touching him lightly as I let my eyes roam over his torso. The muscles in his shoulders tense as though he wishes to cover himself, and I meet his eyes.

“You are beautiful,” I say.

He opens his mouth as though to respond, then closes it again, but his blush deepens. He wants this, and from the way his cock is thickening against my thigh, he wants it even more than I might have anticipated.

“I have always thought so. I do not understand why you do not see it.”

He bites his lower lip. I see he wants to argue, but he is kind enough not to, so I reward him by kissing slowly down the column of his throat. His breath catches when I scrape my teeth over his shoulder, and then I drop kisses there, too.

“I love how soft you are,” I murmur, losing myself to it as I trail my lips over the skin of his chest. His nipples are hard and sensitive; he gasps when I lick and squeeze. “So warm, so welcoming. So full of desire… This is how I would have you all the time if it were possible. I would have you know nothing but the pleasure you deserve.”