Page 30 of A Fate of Wings
She gave me a small smile.
“What?” I asked.
“You can own each other, yes?” She placed her hands on the lip of the tub and rested her chin on it. “I remember your mother and father mating. They were content and happy. So in love. I wish the same for you.”
“Perhaps…”
“Little queen.” The Beast’s voice boomed through my bedchambers.
Raelin stood in a rush. “Speak of the demon and he comes.”
I smirked. “Not yet.”
Raelin blushed as the Beast appeared in the doorway.
“You’re bathing without me?” He cocked an eyebrow and unbuttoned his shirt.
Raelin’s blush deepened. “I’ll leave you to the…” She fluttered her hand at the water and then scurried from the room.
I rested my head back on the side of the bathtub. “Why do you have to rattle her so?”
The Beast dropped his pants and strode to the side of the bath. His enormous erection jutted out from his body.
“She’s like a blushing virgin.” He scowled.
“Perhaps she is.” I ran my fingers over my breast, teasing the nipple into a hard peak.
“A virgin siren? Never heard of one.” He leaned over, placed his hand over mine, and drove them under the water, down my stomach to my aching core.
“Me either.” I gasped as he thrust both our fingers inside me.
The stretch was intense in a good way. He took control and pumped our joined fingers inside me as though he’d sealed our digits together as one limb. My hips rocked with the sensation and splashed the water out of the bath and onto the stone floor. As my orgasm teetered on the edge, he wrenched our fingers out, leaving me feeling empty.
“Beast,” I moaned.
“Beg me, little queen,” he teased.
“Take me,” I begged.
He hauled me out of the tub with his brawny arms and marched us over to the wall, pinning me against it. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs. His long tongue swirled inside me, so deep he was almost coaxing an orgasm from me in two licks. As though sensing my impending release, he drew back his tongue and smoothed kisses to my trembling inner thigh.
Even that small touch sent my blood pounding with the need for release.
“You taste like demon heaven.” His warm breath gusted over my damp moisture before he dove back in for another taste.
He swiped his tongue from my slit to clit, teasing me into a quivering bundle of need. So close to release I didn’t know a thing apart from the Beast’s tongue on my sensitive flesh. Then it was gone. He replaced his tongue with his hard cock in a long, hard slide to the hilt where he stopped and held my shaking body to his.
“Please,” I begged.
“My perfect little mate,” he rumbled in pleasure.
He slid out to the tip as leisurely as he’d started. He kept the pace slow and torturous. If I died this way, at least I’d die happy.
“You’re killing me,” I whispered, trembling in his arms.
“Never.” He touched his lips to the top of my forehead in a gentle caress that sent flutters to my heart.
He picked up his pace, making me shatter in an instant. I clung to him as my toes curled. Sparkles of heaven danced in my vision and blood roared in my ears. My blood. His blood. I would soon mix our blood in my claiming ceremony, and I couldn’t wait if this was how we’d be together as mates.