25. Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

L ash

How can I be in heaven and hell at the same time? Zoya’s mouth is on me. Though her grip is tentative, she’s lapping at my cum like she owns me. Perhaps she does.

“So fucking good, Zoya.”

She grips my shaft tighter and flicks so fast I have to count backward by sevens to keep from coming in her pert mouth. As generous as she’s being, I don’t think she’d like that. Not today, at least.

I lift my head, my weight on my elbows so I can watch her more carefully. Look. At. Her. In the moonlight streaming in from the windows. She’s more beautiful than anything we saw from the observatory tonight.

“Starlight. I want to call you Starlight. You’re perfect.”

She presses her lips tighter and gazes at me. Though she doesn’t stop her movements, doesn’t even pause, she hums her approval, which almost causes me to shoot my load.

“You own me.” I’m panting. Spilling my secrets.

Keeping one hand on my length, she reaches up with the other and burrows her fingers in the pelt on my shoulders as if she can’t keep her hands off me, even for a second.

I ease back onto the mattress, close my eyes, and fall deeper under her spell.

“ Fuck!”

She’s never encountered a knot before. How does she know just how hard to lick it? Just the right place to flick that magnificent tongue to make me lose my mind?

I jackknife up, grip her waist, careful to sheathe my claws, and roll her onto her back.

“If you had kept that up, I would have come in that pretty mouth of yours. That talented mouth that should be a fucking exhibit at the Jurassic Museum.”

I greedily slide her dress up and place my hands on her panties, then stop cold, my gaze on hers. “Okay?’

“Anything, Lash.”

Her trust in me makes my heart clench, but I don’t waste a moment pulling off her white panties, yanking her knees wide, and kneeling between them.

“The Goddess smiled on you, Starlight.” I love calling her this. It’s the perfect name for her. “She made you so pretty… everywhere.”

I’m normally satisfied talking to my fellow Wolven Warriors in monosyllables and grunts; how did this female turn me into a poet?

“Petals. Pretty pink petals.” Though my words sound ridiculous to my own ears, Zoya hums with pleasure. The noise unleashes something in me, gives me permission to dive in.

I lap at her, immersed in my wolf-like origins as I use my long tongue to make slow, sensual drags along her slit, from her back hole to her little pleasure button. Touching her clit makes her yelp and thrash her head. I’ll go more slowly, since I’m not sure whether that noise meant it felt like heaven or was a wordless plea to be more gentle.

I take a self-guided tour as I lick her folds, pull them with my lips, tug them gently as I force myself not to bury my face as closely as it will go, just to cover my entire face in her juices.

Then I can’t control the urge and do it anyway. I practically consume her, painting my cheeks and chin and nose with her cream. Yips and soft growls bubble up from the back of my throat as I claim this woman in the most primitive way possible.

Her moans grow louder, and her fingernails dig into my shoulders. Despite that, I don’t stop. I let my instincts take over as I lap at her folds, tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue, and breathe in her scent.

She tastes sweet and tangy. Though I’ve never tasted anything like it, a picture of a night-blooming flower floods my mind. The wet, arousing sounds reverberate around the room as I suck her, providing suction as I devour her.

As I taste her, I suck on her clit as though it’s the most succulent morsel of food ever discovered. She shudders under me, accompanied by the wet sounds of my tongue on her most intimate spaces. Her mewls grow more desperate as her legs scissor at my hips.

I spread her open wider and thrust my tongue inside her, lapping deeper as my fangs strain against my lips. It’s as though the Goddess herself whispers in my ear, reminding me this is what I was made for—pleasing a female like this one. A woman who deserves the heights of bliss because she’s been through so much.

As I lap at her clit, I can’t help but let out a low rumble of joy from deep in my chest, feeling the heat of her arousal seeping into my fur as she writhes beneath me. Her scent intensifies, a heady mix of desperation and need that fills my nostrils and makes my cock punch against thin air.

My long tongue delves deeper, curling into the little indent of her G-spot while I tease her entrance with the tip of my fangs, waiting for her to beg me to take her. And she does. With a soft moan and a whimper, she opens her thighs impossibly wider, offering herself up for whatever I want. To make her needs more clear, she gasps, “Please.”

“Starlight,” I murmur against her flesh, the word so garbled she could never discern it with her ears. But she hears my affection. I’m sure of it.

My cock is pulsing, leaking, impatient, but nothing is more compelling than Zoya’s need. Sheathing my claws, I press against her plump little clit with a fingertip, listening to every rasp of her breath, noting every moan and gasp and plea until I’m riding it just right.

Her thighs squeeze me tighter, her breathing comes faster, harder. Her hips rise as her hands gently grip my head. For a moment, it seems she’s holding back, but then she clasps my head closer. I get the hint, press harder, lick deeper… her orgasm detonates with enough force to take down a fifty-story building.

My little Starlight, shy and modest under most circumstances, shakes wildly as her channel spasms around my tongue.

“ Blin ! Lash!” More syllables spill from her lips, but they’re in Ukrainian. I don’t know a word of it, but I’ll take every one of them as high praise.