Page 130 of The Hunter

“It’s my clit.”

“Clit,” he repeated, testing out the word as he gave the bud another light stroke.

Lashes fluttering and thighs trembling, Lacey curled her fingers into the bedding. “Telok…”

Of all the parts of her body he had touched, this seemed the most sensitive. He leisurely circled her clit, thrilling in the sounds emanating from her, in the ways she responded to his touch. Lacey was like an instrument, and he was the player who had just learned how to pluck her strings to create the most beautiful music.

“This brings you pleasure,” he said.

She moaned, rolling her hips in rhythm with his touch. “So, so much pleasure.”

Telok purred. “Good.”

He returned his mouth to her pussy and swirled his tongue around that nub.

“Oh fuck,” Lacey gritted out.

Her thighs attempted to close, but he tightened his grip, keeping her legs firmly planted against the bedding. He would not allow her to deny him this.

He laved her clit in quick, firm strokes, each one evoking a ragged cry from his mate. Her eyes closed, her head tipped back, and her hands grasped her breasts, squeezing them as she undulated against his tongue.

Telok growled. He took great pride in this sight—his mate losing herself in his grasp, losing herself because of the pleasure he was giving her. And Lacey’s pleasure was his own. That he could make her feel so much, so intensely, was satisfying in a way he’d never imagined.

And her taste only grew stronger and sweeter as more essence trickled from her slit.

Her legs quivered and her clit pulsed as he continued licking. He brushed her inner thighs with his mandibles, their movements gentle and soothing compared to those of his tongue. Soon enough, her entire body was shaking, her breaths were harsh and erratic, and far more warmth radiated from her than from the stone heater.

The more pronounced her reactions grew, the deeper his hunger became. He reveled in this like he had in nothing else. Reveled in her taste, her flesh, her sounds, in how this tiny bud could seize her with overwhelming pleasure. His desire for this, for her, would never be satisfied.

Trapped between his body and the bed beneath, his claspers pushed down as though to force him up. His stem throbbed against his belly, desperate to fill his mate, to be enwrapped by her wet heat, to feel her pussy’s blissful embrace.

Suddenly, Lacey’s back arched, and her body went rigid. She screamed.

Essence squirted from her, spraying his mouth. Telok jerked back, surprised, until the scent and taste hit him.

And then his mouth was back upon her.

More.

He licked vigorously, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste. Lacey dominated his senses; she was all he could perceive, all he wanted to perceive.

Mine.

She is all mine.

As Lacey writhed and cried out beneath him, he felt the frenzy closing in, felt his instincts clawing for control, but he held them back. He wanted more of this. More of her.

Snarling, Telok pulled away.

“No!” Lacey cried, eyes flashing open as she reached for him.

But he scooped her up first, rolled onto his back, and with his lower hands grasping her hips, positioned his mate over his face with her thighs astride his head.

Lacey’s eyes widened as he brought her down on his wide-open mouth, his long tongue spearing deep into her pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped, gripping his forearms. Her inner walls fluttered and contracted around his tongue as her essence flooded his mouth.

He shuddered. She was so sweet, so delicious. And he was ravenous for more.