Torment: Reckless Desires (Dark Wolves Book 1) by Elianne Adams Page B

back, and a needy whimper slipping past her lips. Already she was close to orgasm, and she had yet to touch him. He bit her belly harder, making her jump, but then he stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb, and the sting was nothing more than an added level of pleasure coursing through her. “Khet, please,” she moaned when he did it again.
    His hot breath teased at her damp skin, making her nipples pucker. A few inches lower, and she would shatter. He licked his lips again, then stroked the patch of pink skin where he’d bitten her with his tongue. “Are you ready for me to taste you yet, Delana?” The gravelly tone of his voice had her heart racing, and her wolf pushing forward.
    Her clit throbbed, the pulse centered there making it impossible to concentrate on anything but him as he brought his lips closer and closer. A possessive growl rumbled in his throat as he took a deep breath. Desperate, she tried to thrust up, but he grinned at her and held her where he wanted her. His hot breath fanned her, and still he waited.
    “Yes, I’m ready. I’m so ready.”
    With a moan, he lowered his mouth to her. The first stroke of his tongue over her clit had a desperate half-moan, half-sigh rushing past her lips. She wasn’t going to last long. He moved the hand he’d held her hips down with around her. Cupping her ass, he pulled her hips higher, giving him all the access he wanted. He growled against her, making her pussy clench around his fingers as he stroked in and out. It was too much, yet not enough. Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she tugged hard, which only had his tongue lashing at her clit faster and harder. His fingers plunged and retreated over and over, each time curling up to stroke that sensitive flesh.
    Her legs quivered as she climbed higher and higher. Her moans filled the room, but she didn’t care. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anything more, Khet grazed the sides of her clit with his teeth, then sucked it between his lips. He didn’t go soft, or easy. The strong pulls on her clit had her writhing beneath him. Her moans became one long, drawn out cry as the pleasure washed over her, carrying her away.

Chapter 12
    The sounds of Delana’s pleasure echoed in Khet’s mind. Her hands still fisted his hair, and the taste of her coated his tongue. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. He’d intended to give her body pleasure and then leave. But damn if he wasn’t too weak—too selfish—to do even that. The beast inside him clamored for release. It wanted Delana with a ferocity that rivaled his own. Khet took another deep breath, inhaling her scent, etching it into his soul. He slowed his fingers, drawing out her pleasure.
    “Khet,” she gasped as she relaxed into the mattress.
    “Tell me to leave, Muhurua. Right now. Tell me to go,” he pleaded even as he nuzzled her tender flesh.
    She lifted her head and looked down at him, her brows drawn, confusion shining in her eyes. “No. I don’t want you to go. I want you—all of you.” Her voice held all the conviction his spirit did not.
    Khet rested his forehead on her lower belly, shoving the beast back. There was no way he would be able to deny her when every part of him wanted her just as much. He would control it. Keep it leashed. Then once he was gone, and as far from his mate as he could get, he would give it freedom and let the darkness swallow him whole. It was the only way he’d survive the separation.
    When he lifted his head again, she was still looking at him, uncertainty shining in her eyes. He crawled up her body, covering her. Resting his weight on his elbows, he pressed into her. Her breath hitched, then with a glint in her eyes, she reached around him and cupped his ass, giving him a little squeeze before bringing her hands to the front. Her fingers twisted behind the snap. A moment later, she had his pants undone, and the zipper all the way down.
    Groaning, he waited. She slipped her fingers inside,