Page 143 of The Hunter

His lower hands grasped her shoulders and his upper ones threaded in her hair, drawing her head back. He snarled as his claspers snapped aside and his cock sprung free.

“You are unravelling me,” he rasped.

Placing her hands on the upper joints of his forelegs, Lacey stared at his cock. His spicy scent was headier, more potent, and his oils, sweet and delicious, coated her tongue, flooding her senses like an aphrodisiac. And his shaft glistened with more.

She wrapped her fingers around his stem, just above the knot at its base. It pulsed in her grasp, hot and thick, echoing the rapid thumping of her heart.

Taste him.

Suck him.

“Then unravel for me.” Unwilling to wait a moment longer, Lacey closed her mouth over the wide head.

Telok started, his pelvis jerking back, but she kept a firm grip on him as she sucked in gentle pulls.

“Fuck.” His fingers curled in her hair, making the tips of his claws scrape her scalp and send tingles through her.

Lacey moaned, the sound vibrating into his cock and forcing another growl from him. His cinnamon and clove taste was like the sweetest, spiciest candy, leaving her craving more. She swept her tongue over the pronged tip of his cock and toyed with the inch-long slit there.

“This…” Telok growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as he shivered. “Your mouth…”

She looked up, meeting his ravenous, glowing gaze. He stared down at her with a fervor that should have frightened Lacey, but it only excited her.

His cock was too large for her to take fully into her mouth, but she took as much as she could, gliding her mouth up and down while her fist stroked his shaft in time with every suck.

Telok’s legs quaked, raking the bedding even as he squeezed her shoulders and drew her closer. “Kir’ani vi’jatai… Lacey… Ah, my mate, my wife.”

That word—wife—spoken so bestially, seared into her very soul and stoked her desire, making her burn with need. Her pussy clenched. There was a heavy, hollow ache in her core, one that had been denied for much too long, demanding to be filled.

Lacey drew her mouth away, but she kept pumping her hand along his shaft. “You taste so good.” She pressed a light kiss to the slit at his tip and smiled up at him. “My husband.”

“Then taste more,” he growled. “Give me more before I take what I want from you.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise.” He pulled her face back toward him.

A shiver of anticipation stole through Lacey. Closing her mouth around his cock again, she sucked it and swept her tongue along the underside of its head. Her other hand moved to his base, massaging the bulges of his knot and teasing the inside of his slit.

Tremors coursed through him, and his ragged breaths came and went with snarls and growls. Every time the swipe of her tongue or the friction of her lips made his pelvis buck, she noted the spot that had brought him so much pleasure and gave it even more attention.

That she could bring her big, tough vrix into this state, where every tiny stroke had him on the verge of losing control, was overwhelmingly arousing. Lacey’s breasts grew heavy, her nipples throbbed, and that ache within her deepened. She felt the warm trickle of her own slick down her thighs as her pussy begged to take him.

Unable to stand it, she dropped one of her hands. Her fingers, already coated in his oils, slipped between her legs and rubbed her clit.

Pleasure flared within her, making her twitch and squeeze Telok’s shaft.

He hissed a curse. Breathing growing ever more erratic, he pumped his pelvis in time with her strokes while Lacey’s finger circled her clit, assailing her with whispering waves of bliss.

“I can smell your need,” he rasped. “Can almost taste it.”

Lacey slipped her tongue into the slit at his cock’s tip.

His forelegs nearly buckled as his shaft went impossibly more rigid.

“No,” Telok growled. He jerked his pelvis back, tugging his cock from her mouth.

She leaned forward, meaning to follow him, but his iron hold kept her from doing so.