Page 159 of First Ritual

Raising higher on my knees so my clit would only brush across his tongue, I rocked again. I winced. “That’s too much.”

Nurse Tempest wasn’t doing such a great job.

When light didn’t work, something firmer might do the trick. “Take a breath,” I said. This time I lowered all the way down against his mouth. I moved slightly and my head tipped back at the deep pressure. Ah.

I rocked again, faster.

More.

“Shit,” I choked, lifting so Wild could breathe.

I returned, clutching the headboard to grind on his face. My legs were already shaking. I rested my forehead on the bed board so I could watch.

Wild’s gaze locked onto mine. His mouth was glistening. He looked like a caged animal. His hands managed to lock onto my hips but didn’t apply pressure as I continued my onslaught on his tongue.

A different certainty was building. “Yes.”

I sped up, almost forgetting that I was taking my pleasure from someone’s face. But Wild lifted me every so often to take his breath.

“Keep going,” I pleaded.

He stopped. “You want this because I’m doing it.” The menace in his voice filled the room.

Wild wasn’t dead. I guessed that meant the creature was reconsidering. “Because you’re doing it,” I agreed.

“You are mine,” he said next.

“I’m yours.”

He released his savage hold and let me start again, rocking my hips.

Oh, fuck

It was here.

I slowed my pace without warning, dragging out the ascent now it was a sure thing. My voice faded to nothing. My awareness of sound disappeared. Everything disappeared except the life-altering sensation between my legs. I toppled over the crest like the softest waterfall, and then the drop was hard and fast.

I jerked against Wild’s face and shuddered all the way down the other side into the abyss of pure fucking ecstasy. A growl ripped through the afterglow of my orgasm. I inhaled sharply as Wild flipped us, then lifted me to sit on the headboard. He was on his knees before me, between my legs, me still in a daze.

He pushed my thighs wide and licked.

I screamed at the fresh stimulation to my sensitive clit. “Wild!”

Dark eyes were on me. His tongue dragged upward, and my body jolted in place, pinned by his grip and magic.

Wild latched onto me, feasting between my thighs.

There was no outlet for the overwhelming intensity except my mouth. I cried out, and the tiniest portion of my mind understood that something impossible awaited me on the other side of this. The animal in me wanted the impossible. Even through the pain. I screamed again, three times, and nearly at my limit before I felt the shift—the stir of warmth and reward.

I bucked against his mouth. This wasn’t a Tempest I knew. I’d never, never lost myself like this. I wanted to use his face to get what I wanted. What we both wanted. A brutality had taken hold of me.

I choked on a snarl that was a demand for him to keep going.

He stopped. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I didn’t hesitate to say, rocking against thin air, bereft of his touch.

Wild kissed my clit. “This is mine.”