Page 73 of Sunsplitter

That was the point of role play, wasn’t it? Fi was no daeyari, but she could act like one.

She came at him with her teeth, a bite to his jaw then a long, slow trace of tongue up his neck, just as Ixli had done. His growl slid into a moan, offered to the hollow of her throat as he nipped her chin. She grabbed his antlers. He snarled. Merciless Void, she loved when he snarled. Fi snarled back and raked her teeth across the bare skin beneath his collar.

They fell to the sitting cushions in a tangle, two beasts with fangs bared. Antal caught himself on his elbows. Fi straddledhis hips, attacking his jacket buttons with ruthless purpose.

“You should dress like this more often,” she said.

He tipped a brow. “You don’t find it ostentatious?”

“It’s delicious. I want to rip it off you.”

“Ah.” Antal grinned, all sharp teeth. “Now you know how I feel.”

She pulled off his jacket in a flash of iridescence, baring the muscles of his shoulders, the smooth breadth of his chest. All for her. Fi dragged her tongue over his collarbone. Skated teeth down his sternum. His skin simmered with energy, leaving a prickle on her lips.

Antal pulled her sweater over her head. His hands ran the curves of her hips, digging claws into skin, just sharp enough to make Fi gasp. To make her loosen her grip.

Then the fight began.

He flipped her onto her back as she squirmed in protest. Stilled her with a knee between her legs, firm enough to make her forget how to breathe, an ache tightening through her core.

Then, a traitorous sigh as he set upon her chest. Antal dragged his long, black cruelty of a tongue under her breast, around the side, tasting every sensitive angle. He took her nipple in his mouth. The clamp of teeth brought white-hot oblivion, making Fi arc off the cushions and into the unyielding snare of his body.

When they’d first clashed, Antal had been a foreign delicacy. In a year since, he’d honed his teeth on her, exploring and testing until he learned how to make her sing. Plying one breast in his mouth, he took the other in hand and pinched the peak between his fingers, the perfect pressure to make her cry out. Fi curled her toes and tried not to melt.

A slick, whispering part of her delighted in being tamed. The freedom of letting this beast have every way with her thathe desired. Once he’d worked her into a pant, Antal removed her belt and dropped it to the cushions. He pulled down her pants, carving claws along the slopes of her hip bones. Fi opened her legs for him. She wanted him to touch every part of her.

But daeyari weren’t supposed to go to their backs easily.

She was supposed to fight harder than this.

Fi cupped a hand between his legs. With the heel of her palm, she pressed firmly down the length of his cock. Antal jerked. Hissed a breath. His hips sank into her, rocking hungrily as she massaged him through the constraining fabric of his pants. She hoped it was agony.

He caged her between trembling arms.

“Fiona… mara,” he sighed between strokes.

Fi reared up to bite his shoulder. A shove sent the weakened beast onto his side. His retaliation came in a clamp of claws at her waist, but then he was the one sinking, grinding against her hand as a moan slipped his lips. She’d gotten better at this game, too. Fi dragged her nails across his chest, a current of energy hot at her fingertips, drawing a deeper growl.

Still, she wondered if he’d prefer claws.

Fi bit harder into his shoulder. Antal snarled.

He moved too fast, sending her onto her back again. Claws tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, exposing her throat to the daeyari as he mantled overhead.

“We’re playing rough?” He licked his lips, eyes ablaze.

It was unfair, how useless Fi’s legs kicked as he tugged down his trousers. Horrific, how firmly he pinned her with his hip. Intoxicating, the heat of his bare skin against hers.

“Vicious woman,” he rasped.

“Don’t you prefer me vic—ious!”

The word snapped in two as Antal sank his cock into her.Just the tip, at first. A cruel tease. A pause to let her gather one shuddering breath.

A full thrust sent her senseless.

Fi cried out, every muscle tensed to welcome him, hands clawing the cushions. At last, she melted, too full of him to think of anything else. Then he was moving in her. Her thighs clamped his hips, embracing the rhythm he set. All the world slowed to each gasping breath. The hard heat of his cock working between her legs. The build of pressure as every slick thrust doomed her anew.