Page 64 of Dream in Darkness
I’ve never been big into sugar. I’m essentially a carnivore, but I’ve learned it’s nice to indulge. We never had stuff like this in the den. Pack Escalus believed you must hunt or be hunted, that food is for strength and survival only, but I disagree. I think food can be enjoyed and savoured.
I think my feelings for not only food, but also life, have evolved since joining Hel’s Carnival. I find myself yearning, wanting more for myself. It’s a dangerous development.
Yasmeena picks up a cinnamon and frosting-coated swirl and glides her tongue against the top in small, circular motions. I know she’s just licking off the frosting, but I can’t help where my mind starts to wander.
I want to feel her body against mine once more. I want her to taste me, to feel her tongue press against my throbbing core. To ride her face. Frankly, I might want to taste her even more. Getting lost in her heat sounds like a death most divine. To have her beg for it. For her to scream my name as I finally let her finish.
I want all of it. Bad. And it terrifies me, this desperation I feel. It surpasses lust and desire, pummeling me into a space I’ve never wanted to enter.
Genuine affection.
I don’t just crave sex, I craveher.Yasmeena’s whimpers and her stolen glances, and her pleasure. I crave the bad days as well as the good, and it kills me that I’m going to be the one to pull the plug on this, but I am bound to my duty as the next Alpha.
Movement No. 25
Yasmeena
Tempest’s eyes look feral as we head to our tent. We walked the entire way back to Hel’s Carnival in tension filled silence, and it feels like I’m going to explode.
We need to change and get ready to go to The Cathedral, where we’ll invite some lupion to watch our show. It’s something we’ve had planned for days, so I’m not quite sure why she seems so perturbed. I thought we were having a good time enjoying the bakery, and the chilly autumn air. Perhaps she doesn’t feel ready to see members of her pack just yet.
She steps inside, and I follow in after before I remember we need to change.
“I’m going to go talk to Khalid. Change clothes before I get back?” I say, and turn back to the entryway.
Her claw grasps my wrist, spinning me back into her. Holding onto my waist, she pulls my body into hers, and we press against one another. It might be the hottest thing anyone has ever done, and I squirm under her grip, a red hot flush creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks.
I half-expect her to kiss me. Hel, I think Iwanther to kiss me. Instead, she leans down and whispers in my ear. “We need them to think this is real. Okay?”
I nod and fling my coat onto the floor. Tempest pulls my top over my head as I shimmy out of my skirt. Leaning against the dresser, I unzip my knee-high leather boots. My hands go behind my back, unhooking my bra, until the only fabric left covering me is a sheer pair of lace underwear.
Her eyes drink me in, and I look down at the floor.
Tempest pushes me onto my bed, her teeth grazing my neck as her hand strokes my inner thigh before pulling off the final garment. She uses a finger to circle around the apex of my thighs, careful not to nick me with her claws.
Her head lifts up and she smiles. Tempest doesn’t have fangs, but her canines are more pronounced, the grin equally stunning and devious, before she makes her way down the length of my body. Her tongue flicks my clit, circling it before pressing down hard, driving me wild.
It’s too much.
I moan, my entire body melting as I feel her explore me with her tongue.
My hands fist her silvery white hair, pulling her close as her fingers dig into my hips and I press further into her mouth.
Her warm, soft mouth.
I’ve spent many nights dreaming of those plush, pink lips. Of the way it would feel to have her hands on my neck, her mouth between my legs, her tongue on my cunt.
She stops at once, nipping me with her teeth, and I let out a whimper.
“Please,” I say, and Tempest dives back in, stroking me with her tongue that is just as strong as she is.
I want to die in this feeling, buried by our heat.
The way her tongue sweeps my pussy is all too much. She licks me from entrance to clit and back again, over and over as my muscles tighten, my legs shaking.
I let go of her hair and my fingers move to grip the sheets as she continues devouring me, not allowing me to focus onanything else but this moment and the feeling of her lapping at my cunt, dragging me towards the edge.
Tempest’s tongue finds the most wicked rhythm, and I moan, nearly screaming as I buck against her face, the orgasm ripping through me. My knees are shaking, every muscle in my body spasming as I climax harder than ever have before.
