Now we’re getting somewhere. I gently lick at his thumb pad, stroking it over and over with my tongue, careful to avoid the claw tipping his finger. I lick and suck suggestively and then slowly drag his thumb back out of my mouth. Then I reach out and brush my thumb over his lips.

He parts them for me, taking my thumb into his mouth and caressing me the way I’d done to him. He makes that low, pleased growl in his throat again, too.

“That’s good,” I breathe, my arousal returning at the sheer look of intensity on his face. I pull away from his mouth and then gesture that I want to place my lips on his, and I try to pull him down toward me again. My body’s humming with want and excitement, and the thought of being able to kiss him is driving me wild.

This time, he lets me. His big body hunches over, and he braces his hands on the marble countertop of the sink, one on each side of me. His face is inches away from mine. All I need to do is close the gap.

I carefully place my hands on his cheeks, tilt my mouth, and move in against him.

Kael is stiff and unyielding as I put my mouth against his, so I focus on the seam of his mouth, brushing my tongue against it, determined to make him open up for me. After a moment’s hesitation, he parts his lips and I slide my tongue into the warmth of his mouth, trying not to think about those impossibly sharp teeth. He wouldn’t hurt me.

To my surprise, his tongue immediately tangles with my own and begins to rub in an erotic motion that makes my toes curl. I moan with pleasure, surprised at how good his mouth feels on mine. He seems to be enjoying the kiss as well, the low, purring growl returning to his throat. His hands grasp my hips and he pins me against him, his mouth plundering mine.

It’s clear that any initial reluctance Kael had is gone—he’s an enthusiastic kisser, and it’s clear that he’s going to dominate the play between our mouths. I’m left gasping for breath, startled at the intensity of the kiss.

He eventually pulls away from me just long enough for his lips to brush over mine in the gentlest of kisses. “Clau-dah,” he murmurs, and the syllables of my name shiver over my skin.

“Boy, you’re a fast learner,” I tell him, breathless. A moment later, he proves that even more by kissing my mouth again, and then beginning to kiss along my jaw and neck, nuzzling me with every motion. I eat it up, my hands moving over his warm, golden skin. He’s so big and strong. Big and strong everywhere, really, and my attention goes to the iron bar of his cock pressed against the vee of my legs once again.

“Clau-dah,” he murmurs, and his mouth moves lower, to the base of my throat.

“Mmm, keep going,” I tell him. I can’t get enough of his caresses. I’ll worry tomorrow about how wrong it is. For now, I’m just going to enjoy.

But then he drops to his knees in front of me, and to my shock, he buries his face between my thighs. He inhales sharply, and the low, pleased growl rumbles through his body. Big hands cup my hips, and he tilts me forward, then begins to tongue my pussy the way I’d kissed him.

Oh dear sweet Jesus.

I lose any semblance of sanity. Did I think I was ever in control? He’s always been the one in charge. I cry out when he drags that rough, cat-like tongue over my folds. Pleasure rockets through me, and I cling to his hair as he finds the button of my clit. He seems surprised by my fierce reaction to his exploratory flick of his tongue over it and grows more enthusiastic.

“Kael. Oh god. I…wait…that’s too much.” My senses explode with every drag of his tongue over my clit.

“Clau-dah,” he murmurs, and doesn’t let up in his licking, teasing and tormenting me with each flick of his tongue.

My hands fist in his thick waves, and my hips begin to jerk in response to each rough, hot tonguing he gives me. I can’t help it. He’s too damn good with his mouth, and I need this. So badly. Small whimpers escape my throat, and he redoubles his efforts, growing more enthusiastic with each movement of his tongue. It feels like my eyes are going to roll back in my head with the intensity of it all.

And I have no intention of stopping him whatsoever.

 

 

16

 

 

KAEL

Clau-dah’s taste is incredible. I can’t get enough.

It had surprised me when the scent of her arousal flooded in as we touched. Slight at first, but the more I touch her, the more her scent fills the air. She’s not like drakoni females, not at all. She does not want a fight to get her aroused. She wants to be touched, to be petted, to put her mouth on mine.

I like this.

I can do this for her. No wonder she has said ‘no’ to me so many times—I have never learned the appropriate signals. A drakoni female will turn bright red in her battle form to get a male’s attention and challenge him to a fight. From there, a male that defeats a female must decide if he will claim her as his mate or wait for a different female.

I have defeated many females but never fully claimed one. We have mated and I have pleased females, but I have never given one my seed.

I have never wanted a mate…until now.

Clau-dah will be mine.

She is not like drakoni females, though. She does not want to fight to show me her arousal. She wants to put her mouth on mine and have me caress her skin. She is showing me how to please her and make her wet and trembling with desire. It is not with a challenge, but a caress.

I love pleasing my female. Love the little sounds she makes, the way her body twitches and arches under my touch. She’s not fighting or saying ‘no.’ Instead, she clings to me, wanting more. So I give her more, burying my face against her hot cunt, where her scent of arousal is the thickest, and tasting her there.

Her taste is maddening. Even more maddening are the choked little gasps she gives as I lap at her flesh. She makes a few strange sounds that might be words as I flick my tongue over her clit, and her aroused scent nearly drowns my senses. It makes me growl deep with pleasure.

Her hips jerk in response to my tongue, and my cock is hard and aching with need. I resist the urge to stroke it, because I remember how she reacted last time. It would be so easy to take her slight weight down off the stone she sits upon, flip her over, and mount her. Claim her and make her mine. Even now, the madness plays at the edges of my mind, encouraging violence. Not against her—never against my mate—but the urge to change to battle form and take to the air to wreak destruction is great.