Page 65 of A Trial By Blood

She took my hand and placed it between her legs, pressing my fingers over the damp fabric of her jeans.

“You’re so hot there.” I cupped her more firmly, pressing my fingers deeper, seeking more of her heat.

She cried out softly but from pleasure, not pain. “You made me this way. I ache, Ronan.”

“How do I ease your pain?” I asked, feeling helpless.

“It’s not that kind of pain, it’s a good feeling. Did you ache when you were on your own?”

“Yes.”

“You liked it?”

A growl slipped out. “Yes. I was thinking about you.”

“You were?”

“I thought I was losing my mind. The feeling so big, so all-consuming.”

She nodded, biting her lips again, and this time one of her fangs grazed her flesh and blood bubbled to the surface. I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forward and lapped it up with my tongue. Her taste filled my senses, and I groaned. Then we were kissing, her tongue moving against mine, her blood and mine mingling in our mouths. I couldn’t get enough.

Her hips moved restlessly, wanting more from me, and I wanted to howl in frustration that I didn’t know what to do.

“Touch me,” she gasped against my lips. “I need you to touch me, please, Ronan.”

I’d been at the clubhouse a long time now. The hounds didn’t always take the females they pleasured to their rooms. I’d seen the hounds with females on their laps, their hands moving under their clothing, between their thighs. Is that what she wanted? The thought increased my need even further. I wanted to touch her bare flesh there. I wanted it badly. “Should I slide my hand inside your underwear, Rose?”

“Y-yes,” she said and sucked on my tongue.

I trembled, and with a shaky hand, tugged the button of her jeans open, slid down the zipper, then pushed my hand down the front of the soft cotton underwear she was wearing. My fingers grazed over incredibly smooth skin, then down to her delicate folds. I hissed at how perfect she felt.

She whimpered, breathing hard, fast. “Deeper. Press your fingers deeper.”

I did as she said and groaned. She was so hot and slick there. I wasn’t sure what I needed to do, but the hounds appeared to rub when they were touching females like this. I assumed using the slickness to ease the way. I pressed my fingers more firmly to her there and rubbed up and down. Rose gasped against my mouth and opened her legs wider.

“Yes, like that. Keep doing that.”

She liked it. I was doing it right. Pleasure filled me even more. I concentrated on her reactions to my touch. I could feel her small opening, and my cock started leaking in my trousers, imagining pushing inside her. But when I rubbed over the tight little nub higher up, she’d gasp and squirm, and grew more out of control when I applied pressure there, then moved faster.

She wanted me to concentrate there, so I did. “Like that, petal?” The endearment slipped from me. I’d never used one, but it felt right. She was delicate and beautiful and precious.

“Yes. Yes, like that.” She moved against my hand, her hips working, rubbing herself against my fingers faster. “Oh god, I’m…I’m going to…” She bowed and screamed, her wings exploding from her back, shredding her shirt. Pearlescent and glittering in the light, they weren’t able to spread fully the way she was lying, so they were arched high above her shoulders.

I couldn’t look away. She was ethereal, luminescent as her body moved from the pleasure she was feeling, her face somehow even more stunning while she was lost in it. Her pussy pulsed against my fingers, her juices covering them. The urge to taste, to lick it up, made my mouth water.

She slumped, breathing hard, and I stopped moving my hand but kept it there, reluctant to pull away. I wanted to do that again. I wanted to make Rose scream for me like that over and over again.

Finally, she blinked slowly, drowsily, up at me. “That was…that was incredible.”

“I want to do that to you again,” I rasped.

She smiled wide. “Oh, you will most definitely be doing that again. But it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “You don’t need to do that.”

“I want to.” She looked down.

I followed her gaze. My erection strained against the front of my trousers, so hard every vein and ridge was outlined through the fabric. I’d never been so hard and long and thick.