Page 72 of Consort's Glory
The mental image of what he planned to do with his ungloved fingers was just enough to move her. Panting, she lay flat on her back so her arms would be free. Using both hands, she began to peel the black leather from his thick, sturdy wrist and then upward, over his pale blue palm, until she was revealing his long, tapered fingers one by one.
His voice was little more than a rough exhalation against her skin. “That’s it.”
With each inch of skin she revealed, Margot felt the ache between her legs deepen. It was, she discovered, just as erotic to take his gloves off as it was to see them against her skin, so very capable of danger and yet so unwilling to inflict harm.
The glove fell away from his hand with a soft clink of metal. Margot clutched it in her right fist pressed hard against her racing heart, and blurted, “You don’t… you don’t have claws?”
Something warm and wet snaked between her thighs, pressing flat against her cloth-covered clitoris with unerring precision. Pleasure scorched a path up her spine. Margot’s thighs jerked upward to clamp round Theodore’s pointed ears. “Ah!”
His husky voice was muffled against her sex when he answered, “Not when I’m with you. They retract. Only with you. S’first sign we’ve met our consorts.” Another searing lick. “Makes pleasuring you easier.”
He didn’t even have the decency to move back a little to speak. Theodore rubbed his lips and teeth and tongue against her shamelessly as his gloved hand plucked at her nipple and his now naked, clawless hand slid down the center of her chest and across her belly until his fingers hit the waistband of her sensible white panties.
She half expected him to tear them off. Instead, Theodore lifted his head and ducked out from between her thighs just long enough to gently slide her clothing down her legs and onto the cold floor. He was back to his original position in a flash, though, now with nothing at all between them.
Margot felt her cheeks flush to a furious crimson, but forced herself not to cringe, not to flinch back or try to hide from his roving gaze. There was nothing shameful about this. She was a healer, for Glory’s sake! The body was just the body. Sex was just sex. There was no reason to be shy.
But she was still a woman who had never been touched, let alone seen, by a sexual partner before, and Margot could admit to herself that even she felt a small twinge of uncertainty at having a man like Theodore licking his lips at the sight of her.
She was about to take yet another plunge into unknown waters. Was it really so unreasonable to feel uneasy when those waters were populated by a sharp-toothed predator waiting to devour her whole?
Theodore’s rough voice broke through the cold haze of self-consciousness that had begun to push out her desire. “Do you know what it’s like to dream about a woman for twenty-five years, only to find out she’s… so much more than you could imagine?” He made a keening sound in the back of his throat — half moan, half whine. “Fuck, Margot, I want to…”
His tongue, flatter than hers and slightly rough, swept up from her core to her clitoris and back again. His ungloved hand grasped her thigh and wrenched it up and to the side, giving him unrestricted access to every slick inch of her.
Margot sucked in a choked breath and arched her back over the thin mattress. “Theodore, I— fuck!”
His tongue swirled around her clitoris, too rough, too fast, as the claws on her nipple pinched. A prick of pain was a spark to the kindling inside her, lighting a fire that raged out of control.
She was never this rough with herself. Margot only ever thought to touch herself when the tension got to be too much, and even then, her aim was for speed rather than intensity; a quick, hard orgasm so she could get on with her day.
Having Theodore touch her was an experience so different she could hardly even call anything before him pleasure.
His tongue was more enthusiastic than skillful, but what did she care? She wasn’t exactly skilled herself. Besides, the sheer intensity of him, the clear desire he felt to wring as much pleasure out of her as he could, made up for any clumsiness.
Rolling her hips against his dangerous, dangerous mouth, Margot reached down with her free hand to grip a handful of his dark hair. Her eyes jumped between the painfully erotic sight of him tonguing her to the gloved hand rolling her nipple, those silver claws winking in the dim light from the cracked window.
Add to that the fact that he was still fully dressed in his fancy elvish suit… Margot let out a low whimper.
The sound made Theodore pause and lift his head just a bit. Dark eyes fringed with sooty lashes gazed up at her from between her thighs, hot and hungry. His hand left her thigh to tease her fluttering core. “You want my fingers?” he rasped against her flushed skin. “You want me to fuck you with them? Get you ready for later, when I fuck you with my cock instead?”
Glory save me. The image that presented made her ache in ways she could never have imagined. Margot shuddered, gasping, “You sure sound like you’ve done this before.”
A kiss to her aching clitoris, oddly tender, accompanied his rough admission. “I’ve had a long time to think about it.” Another kiss, another burst of white-hot pleasure up her spine. “You didn’t answer me, darling. Do you want my fingers inside of you?”
A small part of her, smothered but rational, wondered if that was the smartest idea. If claws could retract, couldn’t they slide back out just as easily?
But that voice was small and quickly hushed by the howling beast inside of her, the one that demanded he put his mouth to work and he fill that terrible, aching emptiness that made her burn.
“Yes,” she choked out.
When Theodore didn’t immediately get to work, but instead circled her core with a lazy, proprietary touch, she made a sound of frustration and wriggled her hips. “Theodore, please.”
“I want you to say it,” he announced, all crisp authority. “I want you to say you want my fingers in you, and then you want my cock. Say the words, and don’t forget to use my name.”
Embarrassment made her cheeks burn even hotter. “Why? You already know what I’m asking for.”
“I do. But I don’t want any miscommunication between us. I want to hear you say it and know it’s the truth.”
