Page 153 of Break Out the Girl

London looks at me, eyes no longer wild. He looks at me with love.

“Are you steady now, Faun?”

“As a rock,” he chokes out.

That is good, because I am becoming increasingly unmoored. I allow my sticky fingers to trail down her stomach, watching the muscles quiver. Her back arches, begging for more. Over and over my eyes get drawn back to the wet pink silk until it is almost impossible to think.

Delicate, pale blonde curls are pressed down by the almost translucent fabric.

The part of my brain that is still rational praises this. As a Frenchman, I celebrate women's bodies in all states, but au naturel is my preference.

Suddenly, I am between her legs.

I wasn’t even aware of moving.

The wolf holding her fades away. The faun? No longer on my radar.

I hunger. I ache. I’m breaking. She’s destroying my control with her panting and moaning. Her sodden desire on display. I cannot hold back.

I will not.

So I do not.

The taste, the warmth. Slick silk under my tongue. Immediately I’m lost. Her cries fill my head, as I switch from teasing to devouring. I want the panties off, but am too gone. My mouth sucks up her flesh through the silk, until it swells and pulses.

Flicking my tongue I feel her heat rise further. My own body grinds, I’m on my stomach, face buried inside her thighs as she squeezes her legs together. A hand grips my hair, pulling me closer. Fuck.

Somehow I snake up a hand, enough to pull that silken barrier to one side, and yes. My tongue plunges into her entrance, then up through the slick folds.

I lap, tongue broad and flat. Once, twice.

And she shatters, flooding heat and sweetness into my mouth. I claim the slickness, drinking it down as she continues to shudder and whimper.

Le paradis suprême.

53: TALIESIN

This is the moment.

I knew it would happen.

François has lost his control. He wants to command, direct—but he also needs to free himself from those bonds. Until he does, he’s not fully pack.

And here it is.

He thinks he’s been dominating me, but truthfully, I’ve allowed this scene to happen.

What happens next is mine.

Rory still moans, and if he’s not careful he’ll overstimulate her.

“Stand down, snake,” I bark. I’m not surprised when he does. He’s in a daze, lost in lust.

I slide down next to Rory, pulling her over on the rug until we are face to face on our sides. I’m not all wordy, so I show her how I feel with my mouth.

Cupping the back of her head with one hand, I drag her face to mine, claiming her, kissing her fiercely while letting her feel my cock pressed against her thighs. My second hand unclasps her bra. She wriggles out of it, as I release her mouth.

“Good girl,” I murmur, pushing her onto her back, then leaning forward to take that ‘forbidden’ right, tight bud in my mouth. I graze the nipple with my teeth.