Page 176 of Tracked and Taken

“I don’t come until you say.”

“Good.”

The tail slides up the inside of my thigh again, shines through my slick, and pushes back into me in one long, thick stroke. I sob. It fucks me harder now. Not fast. Deep. The curl of it dragging over that spot on every withdrawal. His hand flattens at the small of my back and pins me so I cannot chase.

I get there again. Shaking. Soundless. The start of it is already in my core.

“Please let me come. Please. I’ll—I’ll be good—just don’t stop—“

The tail pulls out.

I cry out into the pillow. Actual sound. Not composed. Not Head of Security.

He kisses the nape of my neck, gentle, which is unkind.

“Roll over, sweetheart. I want to see your face when you beg.”

His silver eyes are dark.

The half-grin is full. He is hard in his field pants. Ridged. Obvious. He has taken nothing off. I am naked and shaking and wet to the thighs, and he is still dressed like he came from SNAG, and that is, I realize, the point.

“Better.”

“Tael—“

“Shh.”

His hand at my hip. Thumb on the bone. The other hand flat on my sternum, between my breasts, so the purr pours straight into my ribs. The frequency hits my nipples, my cunt, the mark. All at once.

His mouth comes down to the mark.

He kisses it.

Then his lower canines set there, not biting, holding, and my pulse jumps so hard I feel it in my clit.

“Mm,” he says against the wound he made. “Every time.”

“Tael.”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“You are doing this on purpose.”

“I am very good at it. Open your legs.”

I open them.

His tail comes across the inside of my thigh and pulls my knee wider, exactly the angle he wants, and holds it there. His mouth moves down. Collarbone. The hollow he found last night. His tongue, slow, until I moan. Then lower.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks.

Hard.

I fist the sheet. His thumb works the other nipple at the same time, rolling, pinching just enough, and the purr vibrates into the breast he has in his mouth until I am writhing under a male who still has his jacket on.

And his tail comes back.

I can see it this time. Dark. Thick. Sliding up the wet inside of my thigh in the dim. The tip finds my clit and starts that same small circle, and now I have his mouth on my breast and his tail on my clit and his hand pinning my other knee open and I cannot think.