“What?”
Thomas leaned into her, his lips lightly caressing her neck as he whispered, “More.”
Margo gasped into his mouth and as soon as she felt his tongue glide across hers, she was lost again. She should have been disappointed in herself. Instead she reveled in the passion that welled inside her, reveled in the tingling of her skin where he touched her, knowing he was right. Her body was ready for him, ready for more.
In his hands her silk blouse unbuttoned with ease, the front clasp of her bra opening with one twist of his talented fingers. She lifted her mouth to take a panting breath. “You’re pretty good at that.”
“You haven’t seen good yet. But you will.”
Margo cried out at the feel of his teeth scraping the sensitive curve of her breast. He sucked her nipple hard against the roof of his mouth, his tongue swirling across her flesh. The rough texture of it made her sex clench.
Tomcat. That was who this was. This man who already had her pants around her ankles, her underwear pushed to the side as his fingers slipped through the wetness of her sex. “Thomas.”
He growled, two thick fingers stretching her, thrusting inside. He lifted his mouth. “Wet. Smell so good. Feel so good. I need to…”
A surprised whimper escaped her lips as Thomas dropped to his knees in front of her, spreading her thighs with his calloused palms and burying his face between her legs. His tongue scraped across the lips of her sex, and his muffled shout sent a thrilling vibration through her body.
Margo hung to the ladder for dear life as he pulled her closer, his nose pressing hard against her clit as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. “Oh God.”
The animal inside him roared in approval, claiming her with the first swallow of her arousal. Mate. My mate. Had he even believed in it, truly, until now? But hadn’t he known there was something about her? Wasn’t that why he’d gone to all this trouble? This elaborate farce of a contest? He’d needed to meet her. Margo. His.
Fuck, she tasted amazing. He felt like a teenager, shaken, like the first time he’d shifted into his beast. Wild and out of control. He knew she was moaning, her body moving in restless surprise as he flattened his tongue inside her, determined to drink down every drop of her juices, to absorb her taste. He was an instant addict, and he knew as surely as he knew he needed to breathe that he would never get enough.
His hands dropped from her thighs to slide off her flats, her pants, lifting her legs with his hands beneath her knees. Higher, wider, opening her more fully for his feasting mouth. He couldn’t get close enough. He wanted to crawl inside, cover himself in her scent, fill himself to bursting with her taste. Wanted it so much it scared him. Even that couldn’t make him pull back. Lust was an emotion he was familiar with, but this was more. This was primal, instinctive. Overwhelming.
He growled his approval at her first climax, the gush of liquid sliding down his throat like brandy. His fingers curled into her flesh, holding her shaking body still for his mouth.
His erection was thick, flushed with need, and the pulse beating against his pants was almost painful. But the cat in him would have his fill of cream. Wouldn’t give Margo a moment to catch her breath before he thrust his tongue inside her again, curling to press against a spot that made her buck against his mouth, already heading toward another, more powerful orgasm.
The muscles along the wall of her sex flexed, tightening around his tongue and he shuddered, imagining how tightly she would grip his cock. He saw an image in his head as she came apart against him again. An image of her on hands and knees, his cock buried inside her, his teeth piercing her neck.
The picture was so vivid he almost came.
The idea of biting her was inebriating. She would be his, body and soul. Thomas would be bound to her, in a connection more powerful than any human joining. Not yet. He had to hold himself back. Had to restrain himself from doing what came naturally. She was human. And she still didn?
??t believe in him, hadn’t accepted him. If she rejected him after his bite…he would be lost.
Her boneless body offered no resistance when he pulled her down to the cool floor. He rolled her onto her stomach, lifting her hips up to his mouth, those few moments of separation making his lion snarl in denial.
“Thomas, fuck. Please. I can’t take anymore.” Margo was clawing the floor, her sex rocking against his mouth helplessly, and he could see tears of pleasure dampening her lashes as she turned her head. But he couldn’t stop. He had to taste her climax again. Once more and then he could fuck her the way he needed to.
He spread the cheeks of her ass wide, his thumbs caressing the tender, hidden flesh. He wanted to be there as well. Deep inside her tightly curved, bitable ass. The cat perked up his ears in interest, licking his chops as another desire began to emerge above the others.
Her ass.
She was going to die and the coroner would have to tell her next of kin the reason. Death by oral sex.
In her, admittedly wild past, she’d embraced her sexuality. Maybe a little too much. But though her memories had dimmed a bit with time, she knew without a doubt that she’d never been with a man this good with his mouth. Or this dedicated.
And his tongue. It felt coarse, unusually long. Like a cat’s. By her third orgasm she didn’t care what he was—animal, vegetable or mineral—she just wondered if he would ever stop. And that’s when she felt it. The flat of his tongue pressing firmly against her ass.
“Wh-what are you doing?” She lifted up onto her hands, turning to look over her shoulder. His eyes were dark, sparkling…primitive. He bared his teeth, a soft warning rumbling in his chest before he did it again. Licked her. There. Even the old Margo had never been that kinky.
What surprised her more than his action was her reaction. An erotic shock rocked her from the tip of his tongue to the top of her skull. Her arms began to tremble. Her heart raced with forbidden excitement, and she held her breath, waiting to see what he did next.
Thomas bit one cheek of her ass sharply, chuckling when she squealed in surprise. Then she was gasping, struggling for breath as he soothed the bite with his tongue, tracing her curves until he was licking the seam of her ass and pushing inside.
This has to be wrong.