Page 51 of Primal Hunger
“Do you like this?” Syros asks.
His breathing picks up and his voice sounds hoarse. His tongue flicks out across his teeth a second time, and his lower jaw drops slightly, his chest rumbling.
Is he panting?
I certainly am.
There are no words. My tongue has tied itself. I can only nod, swallowing hard.
Yes, I like it very much. More than I should like it because this is still a monster caressing me. The tip of his nail scrapes my nipple through the cloth and I swallow down a cry.
My breasts tighten, desire spiraling lower until I cross my legs against the sensation.
It takes everything inside me not to reach down and finger myself. Or to grab his wrist and have him do it for me.
His gaze drops to follow the movement of my legs. “You are aroused again, Erin. Your scent has changed.” He lifts his skull and inhales deeply.
I force myself to laugh and meet his glowing red eyes. “How can you smell anything over the gollilock?” I’m surprised my voice holds firm. “You said it was pungent.”
Looking at him does strange things to me. There is nothing human about his features and yet his emotions are clear, just like his lust. Syros is enjoying this as much as I am. His eyes goa darker and richer red the way they did in the forest when he chased me.
No, I correct. When hecaughtme.
Both of us enjoyed the chase and the time is past for me to keep denying it. There is a different sort of enjoyment with this bath tonight.
There is something absolutely primal about the dance between death and sex, knowing your life hangs in a balance and being so utterly caught up in it.
His claws are still on my breast and he dips the tip of his snout to the crook where my neck and collarbone meet, dragging bone against my skin.
“I’m not sure how I can, but your scent has changed but your energy has as well,” he says, “and it’s intoxicating. I want to taste you again. I want to feel your body contracting around mine and squeezing my cock as I bury deep inside of you.”
I huff out a laugh, my mouth going dry. “I’m a little too tired for another repeat of what happened earlier. Especially with how hard you go.”
He fills me to the brim. I’m not sure where all of his length goes when he spears me. I don’t care.
“But you want it.”
Do I? Yes, I absolutely want it, he’s right.
My pussy throbs and aches from earlier, but I’m ready for another round. A wave of heat washes through me and I shudder. Syros draws in another breath and his lower jaw drops to nip at my neck.
He’s hungry all right, but this time there is only a trickle of fear.
“Stand up,” he orders. “I will take care of this.”
Rather than fight him, I grab hold of the edge of the tub and use it to lift myself up. I can’t look away. He’s got me captured and frozen in place with the hot water lapping at my knees. Syrosstands, towing over me, and slowly slides his hand from my breasts to the juncture between my legs.
His cock is engorged, jutting out from his dark fur and bobbing like it’s eager to get to me. Precum slicks the slit at the top and drips down the base.
“Open your legs.”
His growl has me shivering in the best way. Still holding the basin side, I slowly inch my legs apart to give him better access.
He wraps his free hand on my waist to steady me and drops the cloth, using his fingers. He dips them toward my pussy, drawing the edge of his knuckle through my folds.
The first touch has me clenching and crying out with need. My clit twinges, sending electricity swirling through my system.
“You are so soft, Erin.”
