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“Niko!”
“Hurt?” He caught her earlobe between his teeth and tugged.
“I... what?”
With a chuckle, he whispered, “You already said that. This... ” He dipped a finger inside her sex and twisted, then curled it, pressing against a spot she’d only ever been able to reach with a really good vibrator. “Does it hurt?”
Pleasure spiked, splintered through her. The lingering edge of pain was so faint, it wasn’t even worth noticing. Moaning, she rolled her hips upward, seeking more. Yes, her other selves agreed. Give us more.
“I guess that’s a no.” He sounded pleased. “Still... I think I should kiss and make it better.”
He moved like water flowing, so unbelievably graceful and fluid as he stretched out between her thighs. Zee curled her fingers in the bedcovers, her cheeks flushing at the hungry, sensual look he shot her before lowering his face until he had buried it against her. Then he growled.
She jerked in surprise even as the most delicious sensation spread through her at the intimate vibrations caused by the deep bass rumble, all of it focused on her clitoris. While she was still thrumming and tingling in reaction, he caught the swollen nub of flesh between his teeth and tugged on it.
“Niko!”
He shot her a sleepy-eyed look but didn’t stop.
Not until he wrung a breath-stealing, body-wrenching climax from her.
“That was a good start, I think,” he whispered, pressing his mouth to her hipbone before beginning to work his way back up, leaving kisses in his wake, soft gentle ones, sharp nipping ones, open-mouthed hot ones that left her shuddering and moaning for more.
Those, mostly, he reserved for her breasts, curling his tongue around one swollen nipple then the other, going back and forth as if he couldn’t devote enough attention to them. When he wasn’t teasing one with his mouth, he was molding it with an expert touch, working the nipple to a tight point that ached and throbbed. She thrashed under his careful caresses until, finally, he bit down on her left nipple and brought her to a wracking climax.
“So exquisitely sensitive, Zee,” he whispered against her ear, nuzzling her before working his way down to her neck, lingering on the curve where it flowed into her right shoulder. When he bit her there, she tensed, but he let go quickly, licking the spot while his hand rubbed in slow circles around her belly. “If you come like that from me licking and playing with your breasts, what will it be like when I finally have you ready for my cock?”
He smoothed his palm downward as he spoke, warning her of his intention, but she still wasn’t prepared. You couldn’t prepare—not for the explosive pleasure that came when he slowly, inexorably pushed his finger into her pleasure-slicked entrance. A strangled moan left her as her lashes fluttered shut, one hand flying out for something grasp, only to land on the sheets. Fisting her fingers in the expensive linens, she shredded it without realizing it as he withdrew and thrust back inside.
“So wet.” The word came out a growl. “You’ll squeeze my cock perfectly.”
Cheeks flushed, she turned her face to the side, her tangled hair falling like a veil to shield her.
He stopped.
Zee whimpered, tightening her thighs in an instinctive move to hold him within her, but all that served to do was make him chuckle. The scent of her arousal grew stronger as he reached up to brush her tangled hair back, then cupped her face, guiding her gaze to his.
But she didn’t open her eyes.
“Look at me,” he said, pressing his thumb to her mouth.
She could taste herself.
Blood scalded her cheeks.
“Zee, look at me.”
The order inherent in those words had the wolf within quivering to obey even as her own dominance tried to claw its way out of the box she’d buried it in—buried, locked, and shut tight.
He didn’t speak again.
She felt him move but had no idea what he was about to do until he’d already sank his teeth into her lower lip, biting her hard this time, hard enough to sting. Startled, she opened her eyes and glared at him.
And he smiled down at her.
“That’s it. I need to see your eyes, baby. I have to know you’re with me.”
The wolf, still quivering and frustrated, snarled and lunged, yanking the reins from her. She raked her nails down his chest—only they weren’t nails. She’d gone clawed earlier, forgotten in the heat of the pleasure he’d given her. Four gashes appeared on his chest, blood welling in the shallow wounds.
