Chapter 185
Chapter 185
Her mouth was like fucking heaven. Her warm, wet tongue worked expertly over his aching, needy flesh.
“Oh, hell.” Rhye released the human curse, finding it fitting for the exquisite torture Livia was giving him.
When she’d peeled away his clothing, she stared at his shaft with a wide-eyed, curious gaze. At first, he wondered if it was his size that intimidated her, or the rather large knot at the bottom not all werewolves were endowed with, but as her gaze traced every inch of his length, it eventually dawned on him why her breath caught. To realise it was the unglamored sight of his shaft that had astonished her.
Unsure of what to do, Rhye let her study him and watched her reaction carefully in return. Her shock quickly blossomed into interest and curiosity, but he’d caught her utter surprise upon that first glance, and it was then the suspicion began to form that she may not know about men that much.
Was that possible? It was damned hard to believe and, yet…
She was strange, he couldn't read her.
Her unfamiliarity with werewolves had been odd, but on its own, not enough to raise any doubts. However, when Rhye considered how strong, yet muted, her power felt—and the fact that, other than letting it brush against him when they’d danced at the club, she’d never once used it, not even when Joseph and Leon took her off guard at the docks—it raised questions.
Seeing how stunned she’d been when she’d uncovered him—more so than he thought she would’ve been, if she just hadn’t been with his kind before—only served to string his growing theory together.
It was almost too unbelievable to consider, but the suspicion niggling at the back of his mind wouldn’t be dismissed. She was more than just an ordinary witch.
Just as he was going to say something, the look in her eyes darkened, changing from astonishment to heated passion. When she put her pretty mouth on him, he couldn’t have spoken in more than grunts and curses, if his life depended on it.
With each lave of her tongue, he thanked the Gods that while his anatomy may have been strange to her, she found him attractive regardless. Rhye knew his shaft was inhuman, but just like his tattoos, it had been the one part of himself he couldn’t bring himself to glamor.
It never mattered until now. He hadn’t been attracted to a woman in years, hadn’t even looked at one since coming to the human realm.
Now, he knew why. The moment he entered this realm, something inside of him had sensed his mate. He just hadn’t known it consciously, until this moment.
He truly believed he’d been unwittingly honouring his woman by remaining chaste.
Staring down at his beautiful Livia, he was amazed that she’d accepted him between one heartbeat and the next, and he revelled in the lust, desire, and undeniable attraction that darkened her glass-green eyes to something more mossy.
He barely had time to growl, to moan, to hiss a breath at the feeling of her licking up the trail of precome before her lips wrapped around the head of his shaft. The pressure of her hot little mouth closing around his length had him cursing under his breath as she slid down his shaft, and then back up.
The moment her tongue touched his sensitive tip, he could no longer keep from tangling his large hands in her silky hair.
Livia hummed in appreciation as he wrapped the pale locks around his fists and guided her gently over him, setting a deliberately slow pace. He watched her lashes flutter closed as she savored his flavor, her hums and moans of pleasure vibrating down his shaft to settle in his balls.
Livia surprised him. Her body was so tiny, her mouth just as small as the rest of her in comparison to his much larger size, but she never gave up her quest to take him deeper and deeper into the recesses of her throat and mouth, determined to please him.
With each bob of her head, she took another inch, then another, and another. He was mindless with passion, his vision glazed. All he could see was her beautiful face, her small hands roaming over his sides, abs, hips, thighs. He craved the light bite of her nails as they scraped along his skin, and he hissed when she boldly cupped his balls in the palm of her hand.
Rhye didn’t know if he should pray to the Old Gods or the New for the strength to hold on, but it took every ounce of his concentration to hold back, to enjoy her exquisite torture for just a little longer.
Livia’s beautiful eyes flicked to his face as she stroked up and down, and a hint of a smile curled her lips when he bucked like a wild man at the feel of her hand venturing to his knot. That spot, that swollen ball at the base of his shaft, was reserved solely for his mate. For her—his woman.
If he hadn’t already known she was his mate, his knot swelling for her would have confirmed it.
Never in his life had he dreamed it would feel this good, and he released a needy groan as she wrapped her lithe fingers as far as she could around the girth of it and squeezed. Molten fire licked along his shaft, heating him with a passion so intense he could barely see straight.
“Oh, fuck,” he rasped, the accent of his pureblood ancestry bleeding more heavily into his voice from how distracted she had him.
“Does that feel good?” Livia whispered, pulling her lips from him as she played with the most intimate part of his body.
“More than you can imagine, little witch.”
He hadn’t known how good that knot could make him feel, and thus, wasn’t able to brace himself for the moment her mouth latched to it, sucking on the bottom of the knot gently. Her fingers grazed over it, teasing him mercilessly.
“Livia,” he groaned, unable to contain the warm tingles crawling up his arms and legs. Jolting down his back like bolts of warm electricity, they settled low in his spine, and his heavy balls drew tight.