Daahn Rising by Brenna Lyons Page B

first one breast and then the other, back and forth, until she felt she would come from that alone. Zondra looked between their bodies, a mew of pleasure escaping at the sight of her swollen nipples, clearly visible through the sodden material.
    She allowed her head to drop back and arched into his sucking mouth.
    Evan placed one hand at her shoulders and forced her upright again. She stared at him, at a loss to explain the move. Zondra looked over her shoulder at the jerk of his head toward her left, noting the mirror out of the corner of her eye.
    “They are not getting that clear a look at you,” he vowed. His eyes were narrowed, lending a dangerous edge to his appearance.
    That was enough to make her wet for him again. She’d thought overbearing males were a nuisance until she met Evan. Now it seemed she couldn’t get enough of him telling her what to do. She met his gaze solidly. “Yes.” Tell me what you want.
    Evan offered a curt nod. He didn’t tell her what he wanted. He took it. Evan went back to his avid suckling, one hand still planted at her shoulders in a reminder not to drop to her back where Rayn could see her.
    He trailed his lips up her cotton-covered chest to her throat, then to her lips. When he pulled back, Evan picked up his dungaree shirt and shook it out.
    She watched, confused. “What are you doing?”
    His smile was lopsided and accompanied by one raised eyebrow. He didn’t answer aloud, but she started to get a clearer picture when he urged her arms into it and left it open around her body. He resumed his sucking, tugging at her nipples lightly, until musk was running freely down her thighs.
    “Damn this. I can’t wait.” His complaint was muffled in one well-loved breast.
    Evan lifted her, settling Zondra onto the head of his cock. His shirt tickled at the skin just above the back of her knees.
    Blocking Rayn’s view entirely. It was brilliant.
    He smiled in triumph, and Zondra laughed at his competitive streak. Of course, being an alpha, that was to be expected.
    Her laughter died off as he eased her down his cock. A shuddering breath escaped her clenched teeth.
    “Good?” he teased.
    “Mmmm...” It was the most coherent sound she could make.
    Evan moved smoothly, in and out, each stroke burning a trail over her lately underused tissues. Zondra held tight to his arms, her talons dimpling his flesh, her sounds harsh.
    Seir-God, but he is better than I ever thought a male could be the first time we had sex, and it gets better every time he touches me.
    The slow approach didn’t last long; the week apart had taken its toll on both of them. In moments, he was pounding into her, his fingers clenching against her hips as if she might disappear from his arms.
    At least Zondra assumed that was his fear, since it was hers. If someone tried to separate them now, she’d rip the bastard’s throat out with her hunting teeth for the trouble.
    If Evan doesn’t get to him first. The fact that he would kill for her sent pleasant shivers down her spine.
    As if he felt them, Evan’s pace increased by half again, and he grumbled something incoherent. That was all the impetus she needed to shatter around him, her vision graying around the edges and her lungs sluggishly moving heated gasses that seemed to sit too long before the next contraction spurred her to breathe.
    The end was kinetic. His heat sent memories of her quickening through her. Their shouts overlapped and reverberated against her skin, the currents of air caressing her. The effect aroused her all over again.
    Kinetic... and over far too soon. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in Evan’s shoulder. How are we going to survive two more hours without touching each other?
    As if in answer, Rayn cleared his throat for attention.
    The speaker and mic didn’t just turn on. How long had he been listening to them?
    As if Evan was asking the same question, he tensed.
    “ Now that we’ve taken care of that,