Leap of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #4)(59)

His finger swirled around and around in her slickness, each movement a shooting star of ecstasy. He pressed a finger inside her—oh, such a feeling.

One finger was in, but when he tried to add another, she felt an uncomfortable pressure, as if her body was denying him entry.

No, let him in.

Her body was vibrating like an overheated motor, whining with effort. Need more. She closed a hand over his cock. Oh, amazing. How could anything have an inner iron core and such velvety skin outside? She tried to pull him to her.

“Goddess help me, you test my control,” he murmured. “No, sweetling, I’m going to make everything soft and ready, first.”

To her frustration, he removed his cock from her hand, spread her legs widely apart, and moved to kneel between her knees.

“Gawain…”

He brushed his soft beard over her inner thighs, making her tremble. Then…his tongue licked over her clit.

Oh Gods. She gasped, and her core clenched in a way that spread smoldering heat along every nerve.

He didn’t stop. His hot, wet tongue teased the tiny nub until her thighs were trembling, until the coil of pressure at her core tensed more and more.

Need him inside. Gripping his long hair, she tried to pull him up her body, to make him use his cock, but his huge hands stayed closed around her hips, holding her immobile as he swirled his tongue in big circles around her clit and entrance.

A pulse pounded in her head, and her urgency grew until all else disappeared under the sensation of his tongue.

Slowly every muscle in her body grew taut. Her hands fisted in his hair. Even her breathing stopped.

He chuckled again and set his tongue right on top of the swollen nub of nerves—and wiggled.

The amazing sensation sank deep, deep to her center, expanded—and slammed through her like a massive wave, and sheer, unadulterated pleasure flooded every muscle and cell in her body.

Helpless in the mage’s implacable grip, her hips tried and tried to buck, but his tongue never ceased until he’d pulled the last spasm from her.

Her muscles went limp.

She was still gasping for air when he eased himself down beside her. Propping his head up on his hand, he studied her.

Her arm shook as she lifted her hand to caress his lean cheek, stroke the soft, short beard, and touch the hidden cleft in his chin.

Her scent mingled with his—and an additional fragrance. From sex? She frowned—tried to frown, although her lips kept curving into a pleased smile. “That wasn’t what I thought happened during a mating.”

The moonlight showed his slow grin. “Everything can happen during a mating, pretty panther. Although eventually we do have to join, there can be many other…additions.”

“But I feel fine now. I don’t…um…” Her mind felt clear again—and with a jolt, she realized he’d given her wonderful pleasure, and she hadn’t done a thing for him. That wasn’t right. “Can I do…? Will you tell me how to make you feel good, too?”

The corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile. “We’re not finished yet. Just resting for a moment.”

A rest sounded fine. Although the seething heat of her body had disappeared, Gawain was pressed against her closely enough to keep her warm. His free hand stroked her hips, stomach, and breasts as though he enjoyed simply petting her.

“You can do that as long as you want,” she said. The prìosan had kept the captives from speaking or touching, leaving her feeling like a spindly plant deprived of the sun. How she’d longed for someone to pat her arm, kiss her cheek, hug her—anything. Now, as he caressed her, she basked in the joy of being touched.

She could touch in return.

Holding her breath, she ran a hand up his thickly muscled forearm to trace the bulge of his biceps, the bisected muscles over his shoulder, the… A tingling grew, deep within her. The air warmed, and she looked to see if the bonfire had moved. Her breasts began to ache.

As her nipples bunched under his palm, he paused.

“Gawain?” She didn’t have the vocabulary to ask him what was happening.

“Easy, sweetling. Under a full moon, you’ll come into your need several times.”

“More?”

“Lots more.” As he kissed her, he moved on top of her until his rock-hard body covered hers, and his legs were between hers. The head of his shaft pressed against her entrance before he slid it in her wetness and over her clit.

Tremors of excitement shook her.

“This time, I’m going to take you—and since it’s your first time, it will probably hurt some. I’m sorry for that, sweetling.”

Although she nodded, fear curled inside her. Fenella had screamed when the human forced himself into her. The pain must be horrendous. But this…this wouldn’t be the same, would it? As urgency burned within her, she couldn’t think. But she trusted Gawain. She did.

“I’m ready.”

“Not yet, but you will be.” He shifted to one side, and his fingers circled her clit again. Hunger raged through her, even as he took her lips in a kiss. As his weight pressed her down into the soft grass, his shoulder muscles were bunched hard under her hands. His tongue teased her lips; his fingers teased her clit.

Sensations engulfed her and filled her. As her excitement grew, her hips lifted, trying to meet the cock she had to have.