Page 121 of Red Marked

The lace sits low on her hips, and it’s sheer enough that I can see her pussy right through it. There’s a tiny satin bow at the front that makes me salivate.

“Do you like them?” She turns, showing me her ass, which is bare, the lace disappearing between her cheeks.

I make a choking noise, and she giggles.

“Holy hell,” I tell her. “They’re so fucking pretty on you.” Then I shove my jeans and boxers down, kick free of them, and kneel in front of her again, because I’m not done looking. I hook my fingers into the lace and draw them down slowly over the curve of her hips and her thighs. She puts a hand on my head to balance and steps out, one foot at a time.

“Take off the wig, Star. I want to fuck you.”

She drags it off and runs her hands through her hair. All the dark strands fall down around her shoulders, messy and warm. She shakes it out and looks down at me, and it’s her.

“Better?”

“Yes. You’re beautiful.” I hadn’t planned on anything romantic, because this is just fucking, but I can’t help it. She is gorgeous.

She tosses the wig in the general direction of the desk, and I put my hands on her hips and just look at her for a few seconds. I let myself do it this time, because I’m allowed to now, and holy shit.

She’s all long lines. Tanned skin and lean muscle, from all those years on that mountain. Her thighs are strong, and her hips flare just enough to hold on to, and there’s a scar low on her ribs I’ll ask about later. Her tits are full and heavy for a shifter, riding high on her chest, and her nipples are plump and dark and already tight, standing out like they’re begging for my mouth.

And between her legs, she’s dark and so fucking pretty. Her folds are pink and already slick. I can smell her from here. Honey. It’s sweeter and thicker than the way it comes off her hair. It’s the same scent that’s been driving me out of my mind for a while now.

“Are you going to keep staring, or are you actually going to touch me?”

I stand up, lift her with me, and put her on the bed.

She bounces once, and I come down over her and get my mouth on her tits. I’ve been thinking about my mouth on these since I first saw her. I lick her nipple and then close my lips around it and suck, and her whole body goes tight under me.

“Oh…oh, shit. I’ve missed this.”

I suck harder. I let her feel my teeth, and she cries out and pushes her chest up into my mouth. I switch to the other one and give it the same. Her nipple is thick and stiff on my tongue. I roll the wet one between my fingers while I work the other with my mouth. She’s squirming, and her hands are in my hair, and she’s making those noises. Almost the same ones she makes for salted caramel, but not quite. They’re low in her chest, then higher, then something that isn’t a word at all.

“I could feast here all damned night,” I say against her skin.

“Don’t you dare. I’m needy. Make me come, Flint…please.”

I laugh, and then I bite her, and she yelps and laughs too. I kiss my way down over her ribs and her stomach, and I’m not stopping.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.” A mewl. “So badly…so, so badly. Touching yourself isn’t the same.”

“No, it isn’t.”

I get my shoulders under her thighs and open her up wide and look at her.

She’s so pink and wet. Her clit is swollen and peeking out from under its hood, and there’s a shine on her inner thighs. I lick her in one long, slow stroke from her entrance up to her clit.

This time she makes a noise that sounds nothing like the ones she makes when she’s eating. It’s desperate and choked.

I taste her, and it’s sweet, sweet honey of the gods mixed with a hint of salt. I groan loud enough that she feels it. She jerks under me and grips my hair with both hands. I do it again. And again, slower, letting my tongue drag through all of that wet, then I close my mouth over her clit and suckle her nice and slow.

She groans deep, and her back bows.

I hum against her, and she keens. I keep going. I lick her in circles and then in long flat strokes, and then I push my tongue inside her as far as it will go, and she’s so tight even around my tongue that my cock leaks against the sheet.

I literally cannot wait to fuck her.

I go back to her clit and slide one finger inside her.