Page 17 of Held
Wick rubbed his mouth against the coarse hair at the apex of her legs. Her skin pebbled under his touch. Her scent wasintoxicating, if only there wasn’t that note of fear underneath it. It was so small that Wick almost didn’t notice it, but every once in a while, it would flare, bitter and unwanted.
He sat up. “You are still fearful.”
Briar scoffed. For a moment, she was a flurry of contrasting emotions, all of them jumbling until he couldn’t tell them apart. She looked ashamed, which made little sense. Then she smiled, and the shame was gone.
“I’m not scared,” she insisted. “I just value my life. You’re a trustworthy Skullstalker! But you’re still a Skullstalker. And I don’t trust easy. Alright?”
“I would never hurt you unless I lost myself,” he reminded her. “And with your necklace, I will not.”
He touched the necklace where it lay between her naked breasts. The amulet was as big as his claw, but no bigger. The sight reminded him to retract his claws, which he did with haste—Briar’s skin was so breakable, after all.
He looked back up at her face. She was staring at him, her eyes wide and her expression unreadable.
Wick inhaled deeply. Her emotions were a confusing mix, and lust was only one of many.
“What is it?” he asked.
She shook her head. If he were only judging from her face, he would truly think nothing was wrong.
“Just not used to men being so worried about hurting me,” she said, her smile twisting wryly. “Or women, for that matter. You know that dead warlock jackass cursed me, so ithadto be a man who came in me? Very inconvenient.”
“Very,” Wick agreed, trying to work out how a woman could possibly come inside her. The list of things he didn’t know about mortals was growing longer with every passing hour he spent with this strange mortal.
He licked between her legs again, his eyes falling shut in bliss as he tasted her for the second time. He had never tasted anything like it, heady and sweet and intoxicating.
Briar gasped, grabbing his horns. She smelled excited, the smell surrounding him as he pressed his tongue deeper.
Her folds parted around him as he pressed inside. She was tight, but she was slowly giving way, just as she had last night.
She tasted different. Saltier. More musk.
Me, Wick realized as he licked up his own come, still warm from last night.She tastes like me.
He licked eagerly, eating his spend out of her.
Briar moaned, lifting her legs onto his shoulders. “You know, I really thought I’d get eaten by a Skullstalker last night. I just didn’t think it would be like?—”
She cut off in a desperate moan as his tongue bumped a certain spot inside her. She arched against him, and Wick rubbed at the spot curiously with the tip of his tongue.
“Ohhhhshit,” Briar said, her voice cracking. She was still grinning, her thighs shaking as she closed them tighter around his shoulders. “Right there, big boy.”
Wick rumbled against her. Nobody had given him a title other than “brother.” He liked being her big boy.
He thrust his tongue deeper, feeling her inner walls stretch. The delicious taste got headier the further he went, her wetness growing more copious. The air filled with the sound of their slickness. He was drooling, he could feel it dripping down her thighs and ass.
“Fuck,” Briar whispered. “Do I taste good? You’re making such a mess of me.”
Wick growled and pressed closer. He wanted to bury his face against her, shove his tongue as far as it could go. He had never been hungry for another creature like this. It was so close to frenzy, except it didn’t feel destructive. Instead oftearing something apart, he was bringing her pleasure. He had never made somebody smell like this before, all eagerness and excitement, the air so thick with it he could hardly tell it from his own.
Briar scraped her nails over the top of his skull mask where bone met skin, making him shiver. “I bet you’re so h-hard right now. Never met anyone who wants to get their tongue in me like you. Sounds like you’re gonna starve if you don’t.”
Mortals are fools if they do not long for this,Wick thought. He might be able to come from this alone if she told him to. He wanted nothing more than to stay here between her thighs and feel her spasm around his tongue; until he remembered how good she had felt around his cock.
Wick pulsed under his loincloth. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to hold her down and mount her, the urge old and deep, much like the blood frenzy. He forced it back. He might be a monster, but he was not without reason. He did not want her to be scared of him. He would mate her only how she wanted to be mated.
And it wasn’t as if mating her with his tongue was a chore. His mouth watered longingly as he thrust his tongue deeper, last night’s spend trickling out around his tongue.
“Yes,” Briar breathed, her cheeks bright with ecstasy. “Eat it out of me. Gonna fill me up with a new load soon, huh? Will you eat it out of me every day?”
