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“He took the bait. So he kissed me, touched me, and I slid my hand into his pants. I grabbed him and…” I can feel him holding his breath. “I ripped off his dick and fed it to him.”
Oz’s arms reach for me and pull me to him, rearranging our limbs so I can put my head on his shoulder as he wraps himself around me. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, love. He had it coming. And the way you made him pay? It sounds like just desserts to me.” He kisses the top of my head and holds me tightly.
“I’m glad you’re safe now.”
I gently kiss his neck, wanting to tell him about the ride home. About me. About what happened with “Other Wren.” The words are hard to find but not impossible to come by.
“In the car, on the way here… I was lost in myself for a while. Trying to reconcile everything that happened, everything I did, who I am, and who I want to be.” Biting my lip, I turn to look at Oz directly. “I did it. We finally merged, and I’m… I’m whole now.” My fingers trace the lines of his face, my thumb running across his lips. He places a gentle kiss as I do, rolling so I am pressed down into the bed, and he is on top of me.
“How do you feel now, little bird?” Piercing eyes bore into mine.
How do I feel?
“Fucking amazing.” Wonder fills my voice with the truth of my words. “It’s like I was half a person before, and now it all just… fits.”
Gently, Oz presses his lips to mine. But it is too tender, and I want more. Nipping at his lips, I hear a rumble grow in the back of his throat.
Careful, little bird.He uses the bond to place his thoughts directly into my mind.
No. I think back at him, biting him harder. He opens his mouth, allowing my searching tongue entrance. Massaging his with mine, I can feel excitement rush down to settle in my belly.
I want this.
I want him.
I want to erase what happened with something good and pure.
My fingers grip his hair tightly, tugging as I press my lips harder against his. He stirs exactly as I hoped he would. Strong hands follow the curves of my body until one reaches my neck. Gripping just beneath my jaw, Oz breaks the kiss and uses his thick thumb to force my chin upward, exposing my throat to him. His teeth graze against the side of my neck, and I sigh deeply.
Yes.
This is what I need.
He hesitates for a moment, a question burning through him so brightly I can feel it through our bond.
“Make me forget,” I whisper.
That is all of the encouragement I need to give my mate.
I can feel wetness pooling between my thighs as I spread them and allow Oz to settle himself there. A hand slides down my hip, over my thigh, and cups the back of my knee, forcing it to bend so he can prop it up. His kisses trail lower, over my collarbone, and between the valley of my breasts. My nipples harden, and I moan as Oz takes one into his mouth.
Teeth and tongue torture me, nipping bit of pain here, soothing warmth there. Kneading my other breast as he did so causes me to arch my back into him, seeking more, yearning for him. His hands settle at my waist and push me back against the bed, his strength putting me where he wants me. His lips forge a path down my ribs, over my stomach, and to the junction of my thighs where I want him most.
Hot, moist breath tickles my curls, a shiver zips up my backbone with anticipation of him. Oz taunts me with a soft kiss against my clit, using hardly any pressure, and then his knuckles drag against my opening. “Baby, you’re already so wet,” he croons, his voice low and husky. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” I hear him chuckling, pleased with how he makes my body react to being near him.
“Do you want me to kiss you here?” Brushing his fingers against me, I moan with wanting and nod.
“What was that, precious? I thought I heard you say something….” Oh God, he is torturing me.
“Yes.” I breathe.
“Yes, what?” He purposely avoids my entrance and clit, massaging just to the side. I feel myself pulse and twitch with desire.
“I want you to kiss me there.”
“Good girl,” is a whisper before the warmth of Oz’s broad tongue strokes the entirety of my slit. I throw my head back, my fingers tangle in his hair again, and I want to hold him to me as tightly as I can. One finger circles my clit as his tongue enters me, massaging and manipulating my folds. A gentle pinch above, and I buck my hips against his mouth.
Jesus, he knows exactly how to tear me apart.
