Page 167 of First Ritual
“Better?” he murmured.
With nothing on my skin in a heat? Absolutely. The fire was ramping under my skin. I drank in the sight of Wild for an instant before lifting his tunic overhead. His pendants rattled and I couldn’t resist running my fingers through them again as my focus dipped lower over his toned torso to the top of his black jeans.
I wanted in those pants so bad. Being on the receiving end was great and all, but the experience of giving pleasure was one I relished too.
I lifted my gaze to his. “What will you do to me this time?”
Wild rested a hand on my chest over his ruby pendant. “Woman’s choice.”
My brow quirked. “Such power.”
“It’s only fair.”
“Mmm.” I turned away and walked to a sunflower behind me, pulling down the head to smell the petals. “You know, you never told me how you felt after last night? Did things change for you too?”
“Change? No. Confirm, yes. What’s your choice, Tempest?”
I sucked in a breath as a spear of need hit me, making my knees shake. “What if I’d like you to get something out of it too?”
“If you’re involved, then I’m getting something. I assure you,” he replied from directly behind me.
His hands moved up my arms, and a sigh left me. I pressed back into him, arching my lower back. He chuckled. “That’s it, my queen. Your body knows me. Let it speak.”
Wild lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, making my chest thrust forward. He hummed, splaying his hands over my waist, then sliding them to the underside of my breasts.
My knees almost gave way when he took a handful of each and kneaded, working his way to my aching nipples.
“It’s your move, darling,” he said. “Make it.”
I wanted it all. I wanted to taste him. His face between my thighs. His musician’s fingers.
I tilted my head to one side to look at him. He covered my mouth with his. His tongue worked with mine, stealing my breath. I was left gasping in the wake.
“Your smell drives me insane,” he whispered. “Make your choice, Tempest.”
His fingers tweaked my nipples in a lazy rhythm designed to make me join him in insanity. I lowered one of my hands from his neck and snagged his hand on the way down, taking it to the flower rune, then further. “I want to be touched by these fingers that first caught my attention.”
“My fingers,” he murmured.
I rested my head back on his chest as he clamped an arm around my waist. “You have no idea.”
His chest rumbled at my response. “What my queen demands…”
He used his foot to widen my stance, then wasted no time brushing his fingertips over my clit. His arm kept me upright as I cried out.
Wild circled my clit again.
“Please don’t draw this out! Not this time.”
His grip became brutal rather than supporting. “A mate does not let his queen suffer in heat. Ever. By nature, a heat must be drawn out.”
He circled again, and my retort was lost as I tried to move against his fingers. Wild pressed, then set into a light, quicker rhythm.
Sweat beaded on my forehead. “Please.”
He slipped his fingers down through my folds and ran a fingertip around my entrance.
I screamed in frustration, then was robbed of thought as he plunged a finger inside me.