Page 61 of Blood & Claw

His skin was warm, his body hard.

He wore nothing but the leather breeches he’d gone to sleep in, although his shaft strained against them. And she sat astride him, naked, rocking against the iron column of his erection.

Dale was a sight indeed. Reclining in the furs, his head thrown back. Eyes closed as he gave himself up to the delicious friction, to the glide of her fingertips on his skin.

Her fingernails raked gently up the scar on his chest and across his pebbled nipples, and he shivered.

Hunger twisted low in her belly.

How she wanted him.

“Ailsa.” He groaned, his eyes opening to find hers. His hand came up then and cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth with a tenderness that made her chest ache. “I want you,” he said huskily.

She whimpered in reply, gyrating against him.

He gripped her hips now, helping her find her rhythm.

Groaning, his eyes fluttered shut once more. His head fell back farther to expose the smooth column of his throat.

Her gaze fastened upon it.

Upon the vein that pulsed under his lightly tanned skin.

A different kind of hunger clawed its way up then, and saliva flooded her mouth.

Swallowing hard, she leaned forward, her hands sliding upward as she began to rub herself harder against him.

Wet heat built between her thighs.

Oh, this was so good. She never wanted it to end.

Her fingernails brushed his throat. Silvery claws glinting in the firelight.

Her finger hovered above his skin.

She could stop.

She should stop.

His pulse thudded beneath her fingertip—strong, trusting.

Just a taste.

And then she pressed down. Her nails were razor-sharp. Just one firm swipe of her forefinger opened a crimson ribbon on his skin.

His eyes snapped open, his big body stiffening under her.

Shock flared in those golden-brown eyes.

Blood welled instantly. Hot and crimson—its coppery scent hit her like strong wine.

Need crashed through her so violently that her hips jerked against him, and she rocked hard against his prick.

His lips parted. “Ail—” But she lowered her mouth to his bleeding neck, cutting him off, and began to suck.

Ailsa lurched upright, heart pounding.

By the Five!