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Her entire body arches against Valek’s hold.

“There,” she gasps. “Right fucking there.”

I press my tongue flat against her clit.

This time, I do make her scream.

Chapter 73

Ivy

Wraith's tongue drags flat across my clit and I scream so loud I swear the tent's canvas shakes.

"Good girl," Valek murmurs, his grip tightening around my wrists. "Let him hear you."

Like I have a fucking choice.

Wraith's tongue is long and hot and impossibly soft for a mouth full of knives. He licks me again, a slow, firm stroke from my entrance to my clit, and my spine bows off the blankets hard enough that Valek has to press his palm harder against my stomach.

"Stay down."

"I'm trying," I choke.

His teeth graze the inside of my thigh.

Just barely.

A tiny sting followed by heat, and I gasp. Wraith freezes instantly, his massive body going so rigid between my legs that his suddenly stiff shoulders push my thighs apart.

"Don't stop," I tell him. "It's fine. That was good."

His blue eyes lift to mine over the plane of my stomach, searching. From this angle, I can't see his lower face at all. Only those beautiful, hungry, worried blue eyes and his damp dark hair.

"Good," I repeat, breathless. "Promise."

He dips his head again.

This time his tongue curls against my clit and stays there, pressing in slow, firm circles. My thighs shake. Valek's hand on my stomach is the only thing keeping me from bucking up into Wraith's sharp teeth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

His teeth catch my inner thigh again.

I whimper.

Wraith growls against my pussy and the vibration makes me claw at nothing above my head, desperate for something to grip, but Valek holds my wrists flat and firm.

"She's close," Valek says, watching me.

"I-I'm not," I lie.

Wraith's tongue pushes inside me.

"Okay. Okay I'm close."

Valek gives a low rumbling laugh and shifts behind me. He pulls me higher against his chest so my head rests against his toned stomach, his cock hard against the back of my neck.

He's still holding my wrists in one hand above my head. With the other, he strokes my hair back from my sweating face.