Page 90 of Haunted Nightmares
Wraith abruptly removes his fingers but before I can protest, I feel them between my asscheeks, circling my entrance before slipping inside.
My chest heaves as I start to pant. “Wraith, honey, I—oh, fuck!”
He spits on my clit then starts to rub in slow circles, the pace perfectly in sync with the way my mate is fingering my ass. The first warm wave of my climax crashes over me, spreading low through my belly and down my legs. Then, my gods, then my mate lunges forward, his tongue sliding into my pussy, urgently lapping at my blood as his hands match the new rhythm.
I come immediately, my orgasming practically ripping me apart from the inside out, but he doesn’t stop. No, my wicked king draws more from me, dragging my climax out while he tongues my core, while he fingers my ass and rubs my clit so quickly, I can feel myself gush.
And he drinks me down.
The noises I’m making are ridiculous, I’m basically sobbing out my release but what I can hear coming from between my thighs? They’re on an entirely different level of bliss.
The grunts and groans, the humming. The way I can hear Wraith’s tongue slide between my folds, how he sucks and swallows.
It’s intoxicating, knowing my wicked king is so unbelievably hungry for me, that he’s almost insatiable and unable to drink fill, and within seconds, all coherent thoughts cease.
My body jerks then lunges forward as Wraith’s pace increases again, my orgasm never ending and more intense than any I’ve had before. I’m nearly doubled in half, my hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away at the same time.
“Wraith!” I throw my head back and scream his name. “Fuck!”
“Yes,” he hisses as everything stops. His hands are gone, no more tongue and if I thought I was sobbing before, the way I want to cry over the absence of my mate will put that to shame.
Oh, but then he’s kissing me.
Wraith’s lips crash against mine, his wicked tongue coated inmeas it invades my mouth.
Our kisses are frenzied and hard, aggressive, and full of need. They’re bruising in the best possible way.
The rustling of fabric and a new position has my eyes opening and when they land on my mate’s gorgeous face, those ebony pools focused solely on me, my blood smeared across his lips and cheeks, dripping from his chin, and trailing down his chest… I’ve never seen anyone more perfect than my fated one.
But he’s not moving fast enough.
I push his shirt off his shoulders as Wraith undoes his belt, my hands dropping to his fly where I pop the button off and rip the zipper open.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I reach in his slacks and palm his cock, my free hand desperately trying to shove his pants down his thighs. “Such an eager little thing, yeah? A slut for your mate’s cock?”
I nod emphatically as I watch him get on his knees, Wraith’s pants finally gone and as I hook an arm around his neck, bracing myself on the other with my hand planted behind me, this male reads my mind.
He grabs my ass, squeezing it hard as he lifts my hips in the air and impales me on his throbbing erection, my pussy clamping down around him as soon as I’m flush against his pelvis.
“Christ,” Wraith grunts as I start rocking my body, riding him hard and fast because there is no other way right now. “That’s it. Milk me. Bounce on my cock like the slut you are.”
His words, shit, they have my spine tingling.
There’s something to be said for the way my mate combines degradation and praise.
It always pushes me to the edge.
Wraith’s hand slides up my back to my neck, his fingers squeezing briefly before they tangle in my hair and pull. He leans toward my throat, scraping his fangs along the column while he purrs. “I said milk me, whore. You want my seed, want my baby in your belly, show me. Fuck me like you love me enough to fill your womb until it’s overflowing with my cumevery single dayfor the rest of our lives.”
“Oh, my gods,”I moan as my arm begins to tremble from the impending climax about to hit.
Then my king takes over.
Keeping one hand in my hair, he lifts us both, wrapping his other arm around my waist and crushing me to him while he pounds himself into me.
His teeth dig into my throat, biting repeatedly without feeding, the act so primal, so animalistic my core gushes again.
“Fuck, I want you pregnant,” Wraith grunts, his lips ghosting along my jaw. “I want your belly round and swollen with my young.”
