Page 71 of Shielded in the Shadows

The thought of putting jewelry in these delicate pink nubs made my cocks leap again, this time hard enough for stars to streak across my vision. “When?” My voice was ragged.

Her lips turned up. “No argument? No ‘Are you sure’?”

“No argument.” I lowered my head to draw her other little nipple into my mouth. She groaned and held me close until I released her. “I know you don’t say anything you don’t mean,” I added. “So you will tell me when you are ready and I will do this for you.”

“Get rid of the rest of my clothes,” she ordered, sounding much more like herself. “I don’t want to feel anything on me but your skin.”

Gods, how deeply I felt the same.

I made quick work of the rest of the jumpsuit and the little shorts she wore under it. I tossed aside the shredded remains of the suit—I’d lost my patience for neat tears by the time I’d reached the legs—but the torn shorts I pressed to my nose so I could drink in her most personal scents. Ambrosia.

And then I put the scrap of fabric in my mouth, sucking on it while I ran my hands up and down her body. I cupped her breasts, teased those soon-to-be-pierced nipples, trailed my claws lightly across her abdomen to watch the muscles contract, and then spread her knees so I could admire the glistening folds of her perfect little cunt. Every gasp that escaped her mouth fed me better than the finest dish a Bacorian-trained chef could have dreamed of making.

I gave my cocks casual strokes as I rubbed my knuckle along her slit and up to her clit, drinking in her cries and gasps and the way she undulated her hips, seeking friction. She whimpered my name, pleading for more, pleading for my aphrodisiac lubrication. And of course I could refuse her nothing.

But I had my own wants too.

I took the scrap of fabric from my mouth and leaned over her. “Open.”

Eyes heavy-lidded, she obeyed.

Gently, I tucked the remains of her little shorts into her sweet mouth, leaving a torn bit of fabric hanging past her lips. She moaned into the cloth.

“On your hands and knees,” I told her.

With another shuddering moan, she rolled over and presented me with the most mouth-watering view.

“Down,” I said, and guided her with a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder until her face was sideways on the bed and she was looking at me, cloth dangling between her lips and eyes hazy with lust.

She wanted to fly, and I would take her as high and as far as I was able. Far enough that she could escape the things that hurt and haunted her and filled her eyes with darkness when she didn’t think I was looking.

I held her firmly, fingers spread wide so my hands almost spanned her hips. And then I nudged her legs apart until she was wide open for me.

“If I do anything you do not like, you will pinch me,” I said. “Otherwise, be still and obedient and let me take you to the stars.”

She shuddered hard, closed her eyes, and nodded.

Slowly, almost one muscle at a time, her body relaxed into my grip, abdicating the control she held onto so tightly. I loved her need for control, but right now she needed to let go and let me give her the peace of not needing to think.

I loved everything about my mate. Even the jagged, broken, angry parts.

I bent and lapped at her sweet clit. She cried out, the sound muffled, and writhed in my grip.

I pulled back. “No. Stay, my beautiful mate.”

She whimpered but stilled.

“Good girl.” I returned to her clit, swirling my tongue around the little nub and sucking. She was already soaking, her arousal gathering in drops that fell on my face and onto the bedding. I lamented the waste of those sweet drops.

She came fast and hard like this, her wail muted as her body jerked against my firm hold. Since I didn’t want to waste any more of her sweetness, I dragged my tongue from her clit along her folds, lapping up every bit of nectar my tongue could catch and then delving deeply into her opening to capture the rest. Her inner walls spasmed and squeezed around my tongue.

She made a noise that sounded like my name. I pricked her delicious ass with my claws and she moaned.

I left one hand on her hip and used the other to gather my lubrication and precum on my fingers. And then I began to paint her.

I started with her swollen clit. The moment I spread the slick blue liquid on her nub to make it even more sensitive, she wailed into her gag. I expected her to try to grind against my hand, but she didn’t. So I rewarded her by bringing her to another orgasm with my fingers on her clit and my tongue in her cunt. She gifted me with so much sweet nectar that it dripped down my chin.

And then I went back to coating every detail of her soft pink folds until she was so sensitive that she was quivering and whining and my slightest touch set off a cascade of shudders and moans.