Page 97 of Hidden Fates

And I take great pleasure in making her writhe against my fingers, tongue, and cock.

“Be good,” I warn, pecking her lips when she pouts. I slide down her body, laving my tongue against her skin and teasing her with light nips around the bottom of her breasts.

Her legs loop around my head when I reach her core, heels digging into my back and urging me to where she needs me most. I lick a long stripe up her pussy, gathering her slick on my tongue before using it to circle her clit.

“Emmett,” she whimpers, hands shooting down to tangle in my hair. She tugs, not truly pulling or trying to guide me, just centering herself as her instincts try to retain control of her reactions.

“Your slick is a most succulent treat, sweetheart. It’s sweeter than usual. Have your other mates been filling you up? Drowning this sweet cunt in their cum?”

I coat my fingers in her slick and sink them lower to tease her ass while I thrust my tongue into her. She soaks my chin, gushing as I torment her, changing my pace every time she gets close.

“Please,” she begs. “Please let me come.”

Tears stream down her cheeks by the time I relent, pushing two fingers into her ass at the same moment I return my mouth to her clit. I flick my tongue across the sensitive bundle of nerves, fast and hard, exactly the way she likes it.

“Yes, oh Fates, yes.”

Wetness sprays against my chest, soaking me and the sheets as she comes.

I wipe it away before shifting her thighs apart and crawling back up her body, my cock throbbing with the desire to sink inside her. “I’m going to fuck you now. Refill your needy cunt with fresh cum now that I’ve licked you clean.”

Holding her open, I watch as she takes me, abused pink walls swallowing my length inch by inch. She’s so hot and wet and tight, so fucking mine.

Leaning down, I press my forehead to hers and lock one hand behind her neck, holding her place as I thrust deep into her wet heat. “Who owns this needy cunt?”

“You do,” she whimpers, arms wrapping around my shoulders to hold me against her. Each thrust is slow and hard, my balls slapping against her ass with the force of them.

I stare into her eyes, savoring every emotion that passes through them as I make love to her, building her back to that explosive peak.

“More, Em.” Her body arches toward me, chest brushing mine. “I need more.”

Gliding my hand from the back of her neck to her throat, I trail it down between her breasts, pressing against her lower abdomen to make her feel every inch of me as I take her.

“That’s it, sweetheart, squeeze me tight. I’m close.”

Skye screams, eyes slamming closed as she pulses around me, pushing me headfirst into an intense orgasm. It feels like it will never stop as I empty inside her.

I collapse, catching myself before I crush her. Our breaths mingle, panting heavily as our souls return to our bodies.

“Fates, I’m a sticky mess.”

Huffing, I slowly pull out of her cunt and stand, offering her my hand. “Let’s get you clean. Maybe soak in the tub for a bit? I can have Quentin bring you something to eat.”

She teeters when she gets to her feet, using my arm to steady herself. “Want me to carry you?”

Her head shakes. “I might be using my muscles a lot but they get stiff if I don’t get up and walk once a day.”

Tilting my head, I try to remember if this was always an issue during her heats. I swipe my phone on the way to the bathroom, texting Quentin about food and mentioning the muscle stiffness. I may not remember, but he will.

After a quick shower to wash her hair and body, I help settle her into a steaming hot tub. I made sure to add a specialty bath bomb full of things to help soothe the aches in her body.

“Join me?” she asks, head lolling against the cushioned rim.

“Gladly.”

We soak, her fingers tracing random patterns on my arm, before Quentin arrives. He sets a plate of steak and roasted vegetables on the edge of the tub and kneels next to us. “How are you feeling, darling?”

Skye shrugs, mouth open to accept a bite of the food. “Tired. Sore. Minutes away from another spike.”