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Lifting a hand between them, he called on his powers to unsheathe a single claw.
Joelle widened her eyes, her gaze locked on it. Fear? His chest lurched, pain at the possibility of scaring her. He’d taken this slow, but he would stop, would shut down everything about his true nature if it meant keeping her.
“Oh.” Her voice went breathy.Desire, need, longing. Her one word reflected his feelings back at him, and gods, he couldn’t wait to hear her say his name in that tone, to call him her mate.
Tracing the tip of one claw along the hollow at the base of her throat, to her collarbone and lower, he kept his touch the lightest brush, not risking a mark on her perfect, glowing skin. He wanted to rush, to make her his, but he wouldn’t. Not when this slow trail made her shiver. “You like?” he asked against her mouth.
“Mmm.” Her hum of pleasure had him craving every sweet murmur and gasp he could coax from her.
The worn cotton of his robe parted easily as he followed his lazy path downward. His skin felt as though it was on fire with lava in his veins. Swallowing, he struggled to control his magic. He couldn’t risk a slip now, and the buzz of her powers pushing against his skin soothed as no charm ever could. Another tug, and he revealed her breast, the other still covered.
“Incredible,” he whispered. He’d touched her before, had even slipped fingers inside her, but his shirt had hidden her from his view.How had he walked away from her last time? He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Her small breast—from the top of the swell to the rose-colored nipple—curved in perfection against his knuckles.Fuck, she was glorious. Dragging the tip of his claw near her nipple, he watched as it tightened, her skin darkening the slightest in the wake of his touch. She sucked in a breath and squirmed closer to him. Oh yeah, she liked that.
“Still insisting on having me reveal everything?” he asked.
“Yes.” Her agreement came out on a sigh. Running her hands through his hair, she said, “I know those horns must be under here somewhere. I’ll find them.”
He wouldn’t let her distract him from stripping his robe off her. No matter how her greedy tugs on his hair urged him to hurry this along, he would give her the pleasure she deserved. “Demanding mate.”
“You have no idea.” She bit at his jaw, and he staggered toward the bed.
“I have a lifetime to find out.” Gods, how satisfying that thought was. She looked so damn beautiful on the edge of his bed, her legs dangling over the side, magic flickering up and down her thighs to disappear beneath the robe that hung off one shoulder, still exposing a breast. Her face flushed, her gaze gone hazy. He couldn’t wait to watch her come undone.
“I’m ready.” She let her thighs fall open as if offering herself as a sacrifice to the old gods.
Suchan innocent. “Not yet, angel, but you will be.” He would make sure of that. Taking her nipple into his mouth, he took his time kissing, licking, and sucking his way down her body, pushing the robe off her as he went. He needed to taste each symbol of magic, to trace it with his tongue, to breathe in the scents of soap and her skin.
“Now.” She begged, writhed, pleaded, and pulled at his shoulders, his wings, his hair, anything within her reach. Her obvious need called to his magic, calming it like a healing balm. Satisfying his mate might be his greatest mission. “Please.”
“I’m going to make you say that over and over.”
Her whimper came like a symphony.
“So pretty and pink. Let’s see how you taste.” He lowered his head and licked up the length of her folds, smiling against her softness when her stream of curses and pleading filled the room.
“It’s too much.” She twisted the sheets around her in her fists. “I can’t take more.”
“You can. You will.”
“I need to make you feel good,” she said, trying to close her knees but blocked by his shoulders.
His patience snapped. If she wanted all of him, she could take the orgasms he gave without thinking about needing to reciprocate. Perhaps he could shock her into submission. “Horns, you wanted?”
“Yesss.” She damn near hissed the word.
He watched her face while letting his horns curl from his head to their full length, massive and heavy. Not wanting to scare her with the sight of weapons that had served him well in demon battles, he read her expressions, ready to recall them if the slightest flicker of fear flitted through her gaze.
“Oh.” She stared at him.
Not fear. Wonder.His mate couldn’t be more of a fated match. She loved every part of him, the man and the monster. “Enough?” he asked, ready to withdraw horns and wings so he could get to loving her. They’d flirted enough. He could spend the rest of the night on his knees tasting her.
“Never.” She wrapped her fingers around his horns, the sensation warm and heady, something he hadn’t expected.
This woman. She called to needs he hadn’t known existed. Alexei couldn’t wait to see how she might surprise him next. When she tugged on his horns, he chuckled until the sound hummed against her skin while she rode his mouth as if fulfilling some secret fantasy she’d had about him. He needed to know each detail of every naughty act she had imagined.Later. When her addictive taste wasn’t on his tongue.
His mate came fast, hard, and loud. Her magic dimmed, pulsed, and blinked out. She bucked off the bed, calling his name, and he was glad no one could hear her screams. Those were his and his alone, just as she was. He would claim her and her pleasure, not sharing with anyone.
