Page 22 of Blood Moon Bound

Her mouth opened, closed. “But why?”

“To ease the way for your mate to slide inside you.” My cock throbbed hard. Christ, the more we talked like this, the harder I got.

“Ease what inside me?”

“His fingers,” I said, withholding the truth from her.

“Where?”

She couldn’t be serious. “You’ve never touched yourself?”

“It’s forbidden.”

I told myself that I was doing this for her as I took her smaller, soft hand in my large, scarred one and slid it up her thigh and under her nightgown. I tried to convince myself that I was teaching her what she needed to know, but I was full of shit. I wanted to touch her so fucking badly. She tried to pull her hand away, but I kept hold of it.

“There are no rules here, not when it comes to this. You can touch your body any way you like.” I pressed our joined fingers against her pussy. Fuck, I swallowed my groan. She was so incredibly wet, so hot. “You feel that?”

“Yes.”

“That’s your body readying for pleasure.”

I pressed her finger to her slick folds. “You can explore this part of yourself, touch it, but especially here.” I grazed her fingers over her clit, making her gasp. “Or here,” I said and slid the top of her finger to her opening.

Her eyes widened and she shifted on top of me. “But it feels, it feels so small.”

“You’re made to stretch, and that will feel good as well.” Why the fuck was I telling her this? I’d never planned to fuck her, to make her my mate in truth, being blood bonded to her was causing me enough trouble, but now I was just torturing myself.

She shook her head. “No, it won’t fit.”

“Push your finger inside.”

“Constantine—”

“Do it,” I ordered and applied pressure to her finger. It slipped in a little and she gasped. “Carefully, slide it deeper.”

She did and I almost came. Her mouth fell open and she let out a desperate sound.

“Feels good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Slide it almost all the way out, then back in. Do it.”

She did. “Oh…”

“Again,” I growled, losing my goddamn mind.

She did as I said, moving her finger in and out of her tight body.

“Faster, Delphine.” I gathered her wetness and slid my thumb over her clit at the same time. She gasped and cried out, her hips starting to rock all on their own. “Do you feel it building?”

“I think…yes, I’m going to…I’m…” She arched, her breasts pressing against the cotton of her thin nightgown, her nipples tight and wanting.

I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and sucking one through the cotton, teasing it with my tongue. I wanted to bite so badly my fangs slid down in anticipation.

She jolted in my arms and her head fell back a moment before she cried out, coming around her finger. I lifted my head and fisted her hair, holding her head up so I could watch. “That’s it, let go. Come for me.”

Finally, she collapsed forward, her face nestled against my throat. She panted, trembling as she nuzzled the pulsing vein there. “Bite,” I demanded.