Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Being ordered to do something by a man usually annoyed her…this time, it made her even wetter.
“I…I’ll try,” she promised.
And then Ravik lowered his head and began to taste her.
The first touch of his mouth made Cassie jerk in Severin’s arms.
“Oh!” she gasped, her hands flying down instinctively to Ravik’s hair. “Oh—God.”
Ravik froze at once.
“Stop?” he asked hoarsely, looking up.
“No.” Cassie shook her head quickly, her fingers tightening in the thick black strands. “No, don’t stop. It just…surprised me.”
Because his tongue was nothing like Sskarth’s—nothing at all.
Ravik’s tongue was broad and hot and soft where it stroked over her aching pussy—not thin and flickering and strange. He licked her carefully at first, as though learning her shape…learning the places that made her breath catch in her throat and her hips shift.
The warm, wet sensation spread through her whole body in slow, molten waves as he licked her, and the terrible clawing ache that had been tormenting her all day eased somewhat.
“Oh my God,” she whispered as Ravik licked her again, this time deeper. “That feels…that feels really good.”
A low sound of satisfaction came from the big Beast Kindred.
“Tastes good,” he rumbled against her. “Cassie tastes so fucking good.”
The vibration of his deep voice against her pussy made her moan and arch, which pushed her breast more firmly into Severin’s hand.
The Blood Kindred made a rough sound in his throat and pinched her nipple lightly—not hard, just enough to send a sharp little spark of pleasure through her.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. Just spread your sweet pussy and let him taste you.”
“I’m not…not fighting,” Cassie protested weakly, though she knew it was a lie.
She was fighting—fighting the need, fighting the embarrassment, fighting the old belief that this couldn’t possibly be for her. That men didn’t really want to do this. That if they did, they would get bored or impatient or make her feel ashamed.
But Ravik didn’t seem bored—he seemed enthralled. A low growl of pleasure rumbled in his throat and his big hands slid under her thighs and lifted them slightly, opening her more fully to his mouth.
Cassie stiffened for half a second, then realized he wasn’t forcing her—he was supporting her. The big Beast Kindred was holding her open in a way that made her feel exposed, yes, but she also felt deeply desired. It was like he wanted all of her and wasn’t going to let her hide from him in any way.
“Ravik,” she moaned as his tongue found her clit and began to circle it.
“Mmm, sweetheart—what’s he doing now?” Severin murmured in her ear. “Is he licking your hot little clit?”
“Y-yes,” Cassie panted. “That’s exactly what…what he’s doing. Oh!”
“Good,” Severin tugged her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. “There. That’s what you need. Let him stay right there.”
“You’re very…very bossy for a scientist,” she panted.
His mouth brushed her temple, almost a kiss.
“Only when I’m right.”
She would have laughed if Ravik hadn’t chosen that moment to suck her clit gently into his mouth and tease it with his tongue.
The laugh turned into a moan as pleasure shot through her so sharply that her whole body tensed. Her fingers clenched in Ravik’s hair and she heard him growl.
She pulled her hand away quickly, worried that she’d hurt him but he looked up, his golden eyes lazy with lust.
“Why did Cassie stop?” he rumbled.
“I thought…thought I pulled too hard,” she said.
Ravik shook his head.
“Too hard is good,” he growled. “Love to feel that my mate is enjoying herself.”
“He likes it when you pull his hair,” Severin murmured. “Ravik doesn’t mind a little pain with his pleasure. Neither do I, for that matter.”
Before he had finished speaking, the big Beast Kindred had ducked his head again and was back to business, sucking and licking her clit.
Cassie moaned and wove her fingers through his thick black hair again. God, so he liked having her pull his hair and grind against his mouth. The knowledge sent another rush of heat through her, and for a moment she forgot to be embarrassed and just let herself feel.
Severin’s hands moved over her breasts, slow and teasing. He cupped them, lifted them, brushed his thumbs over her nipples until they were so tight and sensitive she could hardly stand it. Every touch seemed to connect directly to Ravik’s mouth between her thighs, making the pleasure build higher and hotter.
And then the bite wound on her arm pulsed.
Cassie gasped and opened her eyes.
The reddish-gold glow was back—brighter now—flickering under her skin like a tiny trapped flame. For one terrifying second, panic cut through the pleasure.
“Severin,” she gasped. “My arm!”
“I see it.” His voice was tight and focused, but he didn’t stop touching her. “It’s brighter, but your pulse is steady. Are you in pain?”
“N-no.” She shook her head, panting. “No, it feels—oh God, Ravik—”