Fear the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #9)(18)

A pleasure that went from sensational to shattering as he dipped his head even lower and sucked one nipple between his lips.

A soft cry tumbled from her lips as she shoved her fingers into the thick strands of his hair, shifting restlessly on the marble bench.

So this was what all the fuss was about, she conceded, trembling as his tongue and teeth sent her up in flames. She never, ever wanted him to stop. And yet . . .

There was an empty ache between her legs that demanded attention.

“Caine,” she murmured, trusting he would know what she needed.

“Patience, pet,” he countered.

She wanted to protest, but then he turned his attention to her other breast and she decided that patience wasn’t such a bad thing. Especially when she felt his clever fingers drift along the curve of her hip and down the length of her leg.

Her head pressed back against the tiles as he suckled her with a growing insistence, his searching fingers drifting up her inner thigh. He was close. So close.

Then suddenly he was there.

“Oh.”

Her heart slammed against her chest as his finger swept through her moist heat. Had she been struck by lightning? It seemed impossible that the electric jolt could come from a mere touch.

Then Caine proved that his touch truly could create electricity as his finger returned to find a tiny pearl of pleasure.

“Do you like this, pet?” Caine rasped.

Like? She groaned. She was quite certain that she could become addicted to his skillful caresses.

But as the shimmering excitement began to clench her muscles, she grasped his face in her hands. “I want you, Caine,” she husked. “I want you inside me.”

The sapphire eyes darkened with feral hunger, but surprisingly he made no move to pull her from the bench and have his wicked way with her. Instead, he returned to brush his lips over her br**sts before skimming his mouth slowly down her quivering stomach.

What the devil was he doing?

The answer came when he gently tugged her legs even farther apart and, leaning forward, replaced his seeking finger with his tongue.

Sweet, sweet heaven.

Forgetting her aching need to feel him take her innocence, Cassie moaned, her fingers knotting in his hair as he stroked and nibbled and teased her with unmistakable skill. Not that she minded his obvious experience, she acknowledged as his tongue penetrated her tight channel before returning to lavish attention on that small knot of nerves. Not when she was the recipient of his exquisite talent.

Her breath came in short pants as the pleasure spiraled even higher, her toes curling in anticipation. Oh Lord, it was glorious. So glorious.

Easily sensing she was nearing the peak, Caine clamped his arms around her thighs and sucked her between his lips.

It was all that it took to make Cassie shatter in pure ecstasy.

Crying out, she was barely aware that she was trembling from head to foot. Not until Caine gave her one last sweep of his tongue, then gently tugged her to her feet and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

“Shh,” he whispered into her hair, his lips stroking her temple.

She clutched at his shoulders, the tiny quakes of pleasure still shooting through her. “That was . . .”

He chuckled as she struggled to find the words. “Yes?”

“Almost perfect,” she breathed.

She felt him tense beneath her hands, his head lifting to regard her with a searching gaze.

“Almost?”

She allowed a smile to curve her lips at his male pique. Clearly, he wasn’t pleased by her refusal to admit that what had just happened had been the most spectacular event of her life.

Then, deliberately holding his gaze, she allowed one hand to drift down his chest. His breath caught as she traced the tense muscles of his stomach.

“Cassie?”

“I wanted to share our pleasure.”

He groaned, his hand reaching to grasp her wrist. “We will.”

“When?”

His jaw clenched, his breath rasping through his gritted teeth. “Once the danger is past and you can think clearly.”

Although considerably smaller than Caine, Cassie was a pureblood Were with a strength that always caught others off guard.

With a twist of her arm, her wrist was free of his grasp and her hand was continuing its downward path until it at last reached her goal.

“You might be my protector, but you’re not allowed to tell me that I can’t decide what I want.” She wrapped her fingers around his thick erection. “Or when I want it.”

He cursed, but he was wise enough not to try and get into a tug of war with her hand. Not when she was holding such a tender object.

“I’m not taking your innocence,” he growled.

“Fine.” Already prepared for his stubborn refusal, Cassie pressed her lips to Caine’s chest, just above his pounding heart. “Then I’ll find another way for us to share this moment.”

“Christ,” he breathed as she planted a trail of kisses to his beaded nipple.

She didn’t have any idea if it would feel as good for him as it had for her, but she was hoping he would give her a clue. With perfect timing, he gave a low groan, his hand threading through her hair to hold her against him.

It was all the encouragement she needed.

Allowing her wolf out to play, she tasted the nipple with her tongue even as her fingers explored the hard length of his erection. It was astonishingly smooth, and warm. Deliciously warm.