Page 140 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Oh, God!” Clair moaned, her hips lifting off the table in a silent plea. “Oh, Kaelus, that feels so good!”

“Mmm, I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Lissa’ra,” he growled. Gods, she was so soft under his hands—he loved touching her here, in her most vulnerable and intimate place. He only wished he could taste her as well.

“Now part them,” Varell said. “Gently. Tease around her sacred jewel, but do not touch it directly yet. Circle it. Let the anticipation build.”

Gently, Kaelus did just that. He opened her fully, revealing her glistening depths and circled his thumb around her clit, a hair’s breadth away from contact.

Clair cried out—a sharp, needy sound and her hands fisted in the silver fabric beneath her. Her hips began to move in tiny, desperate circles, chasing his touch.

“Please, Kaelus,” she moaned. “Oh, please…”

She was close. He could feel it in the tightness of her body…could hear it in her ragged breathing…could see it in the flutter of her inner muscles.

Fuck, he was close to breaking, himself! The urge to replace his thumb with his mouth—to taste her soft little pussy—was a screaming imperative in his blood.

Then Varell spoke again, his voice cutting through the haze of passion with the precision of a scalpel.

“Now, stop,” he commanded.

Kaelus froze, his thumb halting its torturous circle. Clair whined in protest, her body straining upwards.

“Do not let her come yet,” Varell instructed, calmly. “A proper husband never lets his goddess come on his hand. On the screen, his shadow lowered its head between Maera’s splayed thighs. “This is the best way,” Varell said, his voice slightly muffled but no less clear, “To truly give your goddess pleasure…” He paused, and the sound of a deep, satisfied lick echoed softly in the quiet room.“…you must let her come on your tongue.”

Silence descended, thick and electric.

Kaelus looked down at Clair, her body poised on the precipice, her pupils dilated with desire, her lips swollen from where she’d bitten them trying not to cry out too loudly. He looked at the beautiful, feast laid out before him—her soft, wet pussy begging for his tongue.

Gods, he wanted to taste her—his mouth was watering to drink her honey right from the source.

But would she want to let him?

Kaelus wasn’t sure. This might be a step too far—they were pretending to be Joined but in reality, they were just coworkers. Would Clair let him take this step…or would she want to end their charade right now?

He had no idea.

22

CLAIR

Varell’s words hung in the scented air, vibrating with implication.

“You must let her come on your tongue.”

Clair’s eyes flew open, the last tendrils of blissful anticipation snapping into sharp, panicked awareness. Her gaze locked onto Kaelus’s face, searching for his reaction, bracing for the hesitation, the polite demurral, the subtle disgust she’d learned to expect.

Her ex, James, had never wanted to go down on her. He’d informed her that it was disgusting how wet she got and also that “going down there” just wasn’t his thing. (Though of course, he expected plenty of blow jobs even though he never returned the favor.) So she wouldn’t have been surprised if Kaelus had refused to follow their host’s instructions. Even though he’d spoken about wanting to taste her earlier, she was sure that was just dirty talk, meant to turn her on.

But what she saw when she looked up at the big Hybrid, made her breath catch in her throat.

There was no hesitation on his face—no polite distance. His golden eyes were heavy-lidded, the pupils black with feral hunger. His lips were parted, and as she watched, his fangs seemed to lengthen slightly.

He wasn’t looking at the task with clinical detachment or performative duty. He was staring at the heart of her, at the glistening evidence of her arousal, with the single-minded intensity of a starved man presented with a feast. Raw, unmistakable hunger radiated from him, making her shiver with a mixture of fear and desire.

The memory of James’s voice, sneering and dismissive—“It’s gross how wet you get”—echoed like a ghost in her mind, but it was instantly drowned out by the visceral truth of Kaelus’s expression. His desire was written in the taut lines of his jaw, in the way his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He wanted this.

He wanted her.

He leaned down, his large body blocking out the soft glow of the floating lights, until his mouth was beside her ear. His breath was hot against her skin.