Page 144 of First Ritual
His hard length was pressed against my thigh, proving that this was as much for him as for me.
He lifted the bottom of my top, rolling the material to expose my breasts. A low rumble left him as his eyes drank me in. As if he hadn’t seen them before. I gasped as his thumb grazed the undersides.
“Stay still,” he rasped.
I did. Whatever this messed-up thing was, I wanted more of it.
Wild closed his hot mouth over my nipple and I swallowed a cry. He held my hands down by my sides as he sucked and softly bit one breast, then the next.
“These are mine,” he snarled.
Fuck. That felt so good. So good I didn’t correct him on the mine front. “Keep going.” I made to grip his hair, but he held my wrists tight.
Wild lowered to his knees trailing kisses over my stomach. He gripped the chain circling my waist in his teeth, then released it. “This can stay. You’re a fucking goddess sent here to torment me.”
He kissed lower.
Mother be. I squirmed, wanting desperately to shove his head down.
“I want to taste you, darling. I want you to take what you need from my mouth and tongue.”
His words sent liquid heat through my body. I’d come into this forest to rage at him. How did we get to this? Then again, the urge to kiss him in the bar all those weeks ago had side-railed my intentions then too. All I knew was that I wanted to use his tongue in the worst way and that future was becoming more important by the second. “Yes. Now.”
Wild released me to push the mini skirt over my ass. He reached through the skirt tassels to trail his fingers over the silk of my underwear. “That wetness is for me.”
“And I need you to do something about it.”
He lowered my underwear, lifting each leg with a hand on my calf for me to step out. Wild lifted his focus to the apex of my thighs and stared.
I stayed still by the skin of my damn teeth as he sat, apparently frozen while memorizing every pixel in the picture before him.
“Put your mouth on me,” I told him.
“You have no idea how I’ve craved this,” he said low. “How I’ve obsessed over this.”
The words cut through to me like nothing else could have. Ice covered me from head to toe.
This was another part of the mating ritual.
I stumbled back, and Wild’s blazing gaze hooked on me.
“This is part of it,” I blurted, half of me still occupied with the thought of riding his face until I exploded. “This isn’t you.”
Wild’s lips curved. “Believe me. This is me. That first night you kissed me I wanted to lay you on that bar and feast on you for fucking hours.”
Fresh warmth flooded me. “You’re obsessing over tasting me, and you don’t think that has anything to do with the ritual? We’ve kissed. Our magic met. You drank my blood. You think that’s all that happens in a mating ritual.” At the very least, one of the phases had to be actual sex.
He closed his eyes. “All I know is that I want you constantly. If someone else could help with that, then I’d select some nameless woman out in the meadow. But it’s you I crave. That body that drives me fucking insane on the daily and has since I first saw you. That unpredictable mouth of yours that I can’t decide what best to do with. I lay awake at night dreaming of the ways I’d fuck you. I want you to come and come and come for me, because of me, so I can be satisfied that as much as you’re pushing me away, your body will never forget my touch.”
The words were all buckets of cold water dumped on my head. When he’d said that he wanted to be free of this thing, I’d believed him. One boob flashing later, and it sounded like he wanted me to serve two life sentences in his sex dungeon.
“I’m not in the same place.” I took another step back. “Whatsoever. I don’t believe you’re there either. Not really. People don’t speak that way.” He’d lost control of his senses.
Yet, again, the creature didn’t seem to be in sight.
“You think men don’t think this way?” he said in amusement. “Think again.”
I straightened. “I won’t have anything more to do with the mating ritual. I will say that however many times are needed for the words to sink in.”