Page 129 of The Hunter

He opened his mouth wider, grazing her shoulder with his faux fangs, sending another tantalizing tremor through Lacey’s body. That the lightest of his touches could elicit such responses from her…

With a low growl, he licked her bitemark once more, then trailed his tongue along the line of her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. He continued its path down and aside, lapping the swell of her full breast in a slow, upward spiral toward its peak.

When his tongue reached the round, pink flesh of her nipple, he groaned. Somehow, it was even softer than the rest of her skin, with its own unique, subtle texture. He licked around its edges, and Lacey squirmed, lifting her breast toward him.

Telok curled his tongue around the tip of her nipple.

Sighing, Lacey reached up and slipped her fingers into his hair. He felt her pulling his head down even as she raised herself higher.

“More,” she begged.

His stem throbbed, its torturous ache penetrating to his core and resonating in his bones. “Your body sings its reply to every touch, nyleea. And I will never tire of its song.”

He lashed the bud with his tongue. He felt it harden, felt the flesh around it drawing taut, felt her breathing quicken. When he lifted his head, her hold on him strengthened, trying to return him to his place, but she relented when he moved his tongue to her other breast and, mindful of his sharp teeth, closed his mouth around it.

Telok brought a lower hand to her first breast as he licked the second, squeezing the large, soft mound, thrilling in its weight, its warmth, its feel. His thumb brushed around her nipple. The flesh beneath continued to harden. Growling against her, he pinched her nipple between finger and thumb.

Lacey gasped, arching her back to press her chest into his touch. Telok rolled that bud between his fingers, plucking it, teasing it, coaxing throaty moans from his mate’s throat. With her every reaction, her desirous scent heightened, permeating his every breath.

The ache in his cock echoed through the vast, ravenous hollowness within him. His fingers curled, grasping the bedding as he fought back his roaring instincts. He could end that ache now with a thrust of his pelvis.

But this suffering would only make everything that would follow sweeter.

Relinquishing her breasts, he shifted his body backward and trailed his tongue down to her stomach, with all its tiny, silvery scars. Her belly quivered.

“Telok…” Lacey whispered, fingers caressing one of his mandibles.

He looked up at her. She was watching him through the fringe of her lowered lashes, eyes dark with desire that was softened by the tenderness in their depths.

The difference in his mate was stark. Only days ago, when he’d bathed her in the river, she’d been so guarded, shy, and reluctant for him to see her body. Now she was allowing herself to be vulnerable. She was offering herself to him, by her own choice.

Even if he did not understand human modesty, he understood the trust she must’ve placed in him to open herself this way.

“My nyleea.” Telok traced the scar that cut across her lower belly with his tongue before he pressed his mouth to the center of the mark, gently kissing the jagged, raised flesh. “You set my hearts aflame.”

He moved his head lower. The hairs on her pelvis teased his hide as his mouth brushed over them, and her heady, tantalizing fragrance filled him anew. An urge beyond any instinct or desire he’d ever experienced swept through him. He needed to taste her essence, needed to slake his thirst with it, to learn whether it was as sweet as it smelled. He needed to drink from his mate.

Pushing her thighs wider apart, Telok stared at her parted slit. Its petals were fuller than before, wetter, and her essence dampened her inner thighs and dripped down her ass. His fingers flexed, digging into her soft flesh as his stem twitched at the memory of being inside her.

“Please, Telok,” Lacey begged, attempting to lift her pelvis to his mouth. “I need you.”

“Patience,” he rumbled, unsure whether he was reminding her or himself as he held her in place.

Dropping his head, he delved his tongue between the folds of her pussy and licked. He groaned as her taste struck him. Sharp, sweet, and pure, it swept through him like a fragrant wind, fanning the flames in his core and intensifying the frenzy haze.

No. Not until I drink my fill.

Telok trailed his tongue up, and it flicked over a hard, tiny nub.

Lacey bucked with a gasp, her entire body going taut as she grasped his headcrest.

Shaper, unmake me…or her reactions will.

Shaking off her hold, he lifted his head, placed a finger on either side of her slit, and parted the delicate folds to reveal a little nub at their apex. Canting his head, he brushed a finger over it, and she twitched with a soft whimper.

Telok raised his gaze to her face. She was watching him, lips parted, breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths.

“What is this?” he asked.