Reclaimed (Shadow Beast Shifters, #2)(48)

Slowly.

Agonizingly slow, giving me an uninterrupted view of what he had going on. I’d seen his body before, but my memory didn’t do the ripped, bronze, muscled and tatted form justice. He was a fucking work of art, covered in the most incredible moving images. Perfection, wrapping up a dark soul, that I wanted to possess.

This one night would be worth everything that it cost me.

When his shirt was gone, he was in front of me, and leaning over, he took what he wanted, nipping at my lips before he dragged his mouth across my cheek and then down the edge of my jaw. He licked and sucked across my skin, and I groaned, straining against where his power held me to the wall. My arms and legs were bound with invisible ties, and I could barely even buck my hips, which I desperately wanted to do to relieve the tension building.

He didn’t let me touch him, and again, he was the one initiating the pleasure; it was almost too much for my brain and body to handle. When he captured one of my nipples between his teeth, biting gently, and then rougher, my moan was loud as I writhed in the small movement allowed to me.

Shadow moved to the other nipple, and I was so wet, my arousal slid down my thighs.

I was beyond fucking ready for him. “Please,” I begged.

He let out a dark chuckle against my tits, capturing my nipple again, and hot damn, this guy knew how to use his tongue.

It should be registered as some sort of weapon.

One orgasm via nipple stimulation was definitely in my near future if he didn’t stop.

Please don’t stop.

But of course, the bastard did, in his quest to build me to the biggest orgasm of my life. He’d probably be successful, if the tension spiraling in my gut was any indication.

As he kissed his way down my body, my eyes near rolled back into my head, and I was fighting his hold again, desperate to move. “Your words say, ‘submit,’ but your body doesn’t,” he rumbled, kissing along my hip bone, his tongue dragging across my overly sensitive skin. “I’m going to need you to try harder, Sunshine.”

I sobbed, but I forced myself to remain still, feeling every swipe of his firm, brilliant tongue across my body. He moved down the center of my hips, leaving a wet path, and I was too far gone to really think about anything now. My body jerked as he blew across my clit. Could a clit quiver? Like, this was a life question I needed answers for, because if it couldn’t, then what the hell was mine doing? A fucking samba?

A scream built in my chest as he grazed across my pussy, brushing over my clit again, with nothing more than that puff of air. I was so desperate that a moan escaped. This was torture. Literal torture.

But I wouldn’t have walked away for all the fucking power in the world right now.

He brushed across me again, and I flexed my hips so that I all but shoved my vagina in his face. He tilted his head back. “Naughty little wolf,” he growled.

His power hit me harder, forcing me into the wall so I had literally zero movement. Just when I was about to freak out because this wasn’t a comfortable sensation, his fingers parted my folds, and he licked right up the seam of my pussy. The warmth of his tongue as it swirled across my clit had a scream spilling from my lips.

“Jesus, fuck. Jesus.”

He stopped. “That’s not the god here, Sunshine. Use my name.”

“Shadow.” I repeated myself, omitting the other name he didn’t want to hear, before I added in a breathless rush, “It’s just an expression.”

His chest rumbled as his growl ripped through the room. “Not fucking here it’s not.”

I tried to nod, only I couldn’t move, and my head was clouded, so I forgot what we were even talking about.

Please just… get back to what you were doing.

He must have seen the desperate yearning in my gaze, and with a low chuckle, he returned to my body, and this time, I wasn’t missing the orgasm. He swiped his tongue up through the moisture dripping from me, plunging his tongue into me, over and over, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings as I came screaming, sitting on his face, as was my favorite pastime. Well… almost sitting. Same, same.

My world exploded into a black-and-white, star-filled galaxy, and by the time I was done, my throat was sore, my ears aching.

And I got it.

Finally.

The buildup he’d been trying to achieve was literally the most intense experience I’d ever had in my life, and I was struggling to catch my breath, even as I prayed he would give me another one exactly the same.

He wasn’t done, his mouth sucking my clit in, working that ball of nerves. I could hear how wet I was, but it didn’t seem to bother Shadow. If anything, he settled in between my legs, like he was going to fucking move in and live there.

Yeah, totally okay with that. Price of admission: daily orgasms.

His mouth vibrated, and at the same time, he used his power to send a vibration deep into my pussy. I came again, faster, with a huffed groan as all air expelled from me due to the sheer force of it.

His hold on my body released minutely, and I tried to reach for him, only to find my limbs were still somewhat unresponsive. “My turn now,” I huffed, needing to touch him.

He freed me, catching hold of my body as I fell forward. This time when I scrambled to get him undressed, he let me. My fingers fumbled on the button of his pants, and as I finally got it released, he actually groaned.

My hands slipped inside and… screw me sideways, he was completely commando underneath.