Page 32 of The Midnight Arrow
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I swallowed, feeling the cool air drift over my breast where he’d suckled, puckering the sensitive flesh and making meburn. I stood from the bed.
“That’s my good little witch,” he praised. “Now, take off your dress.”
“I should get the needle and?—”
“Take off your dress.Now.”
The edge in his tone had me wiggling from the material, suddenly desperate to hear what he’d order me to do next. Had my two past lovers ever dared to order me around when it came to sex? No.
A pity,I realized, feeling something unlock in me. Something I wanted to explore.
When I was naked, my dress pooled at my feet and the end of my hair tickling the edge of one nipple, Lorik’s gaze trailed up my body slowly.Savoring,I realized.
It was so quiet, I wondered if Lorik could hear my heart throbbing in my chest. With impatience. With need. With nerves. It had been so long, what if I’d forgotten how to be someone?
“You’re an incredibly beautiful woman, Marion,” came his words. Soft and gentle.
“You think so?” I asked, a smile pulling at my lips. My belly fluttered. Lorik might’ve been a liar, like he’d proclaimed, but all I’d heard was soft honesty—evenreverence—in his tone.
“Gods, yes,” he groaned. “Come here.”
“How is this healing you?” I asked again, stepping toward the bed, eyeing his bandage.
“You’ll see,” he rasped, watching me place a knee on the edge of the firm mattress. “No, come up here. I need a taste of you.”
Heat burned my cheeks, but I was much too curious and eager to protest.
“Like this?” I asked, my tone pitched high, when I settled my knees around his face, careful of his shoulder and his wings. And his horns, but that was more for my sake, I knew as I eyed the sharpened tips.
“Perfect,” he whispered, and I let out a deep sigh when I felt that word drift between my thighs. Lorik’s arms came around my hips, holding me down. “I want you to let go.”
When the wet heat of his tongue registered against my pussy, I gasped. I didn’t know what he’d meant by those last words until my thighs began to shake and I realized he wanted me tolet go. Togive into every sensation and every lick and lap and every tease that inched me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
“Lorik,” I moaned. The grip on my hips tightened with his name, and I reached back to steady myself on his chest so I didn’t fall right over. But the position only opened me up to him more.
His tongue felt like it was everywhere all at once. Hot and slick and delicious and wicked. The muscles in my legs were trembling. The moans tumbling from my lips seemed to fill the air until I could hear nothing else.
Right when I was on the edge of an orgasm, Lorik pulled back.
“No!” I cried out, my eyes flying open.
He grinned between my thighs, those eyes practically as feral as that smile. His lips were shining with my slickness, but I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed.
“Greedy little witch,” he said. His voice was unrecognizable, deep and rough with his desire. The edge of his finger teased at my opening when he moved it from my hip. I bucked against his hand, desperate to be filled by something.Anything.
When he thrust a finger into me, my lips parted and my head lolled around my shoulders. His thumb pressed against my clit, but the thickness of his finger inside me felt even more perfect.
But then…I felt his fangs skim my inner thigh. I gasped and looked down. Only when I met his eyes, realization making mine widen in anticipation, did he bite down.
Healing him,came the wild thought. This was what he’d meant.
The prick of his fangs registered as his venom flooded the small wound. Whatever chemistry we had, whatever reason—whether divine fate or magic or mere biology—that made his bite feel orgasmic, I didn’t question it. I only enjoyed it.
Lorik groaned, deep in his throat in between his pulling draws of my blood.
Every suck made my eyes roll. He’d had me on the edge of orgasm already with his tongue and his touch. This? It felt like Icouldcome merely from this.