“That’s not a threat, Ангел, it’s a damn promise,” Zohar replied, his voice thick with desire. “My tongue is going to be inside you and lick every inch of your pussy until you scream for release. Or my cock, whichever comes first.”
“Zohar!” Maisy’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating. “That’s . . . damn, I was trying for indignation but hell, that’s just hot.”
Zohar laughed, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose. “Why don’t we go and see what sort of damage we can do to our new bed?”
She giggled as he picked her up, her legs not quite long enough to wrap around him as he held her ass with one hand, and the other wound about her back so his fingers played with her breast. His long legs striding up the stairs and down the hallway to the bedroom at the end. He kicked open the door and used an elbow to switch the light on . . . and stopped dead.
“Wow.” Maisy gasped when she saw the massive four-poster bed that sat in the middle of the room. “That’s some bed. It’s amazing. Is it hand-carved? That looks like Wolves . . . take me closer, Zohar. Let me see.”
He took her over, his own eyes scrutinizing the bed, or rather . . . the work of art that was their bed. Where Danko had got his hands on the piece he had no idea but it was magnificent. It was carved with such detail that he could make out the single strands of fur on the Wolves that were adorning the posts, and the feathers of the birds that sat on the branches of the trees. The work was exquisitely beautiful and for once, he was speechless.
“Zohar.” Maisy reached up, tugging on his hair. “This is amazing. It’s just so intricate but, and forgive me for saying this, it looks sturdy too. I think it will stand up to quite a lot of your . . . how do I say this . . .” and then she just burst into a fit of giggles.
Zohar lowered his lips to hers, stifling her laughter with a scorching kiss before pulling back. “I know what you mean, Maisy. I think I’m about to put this magnificent piece of art to the test.”
He placed his mate on the edge of the bed, undressing her quickly, desperate to show her how much he loved her and craved her body. He would never get enough of her, of her skin, her breasts, her nipples that tasted so fucking good and made her moan every time he touched them. When he sucked them inside his mouth, teased them with his teeth, her resulting moans sent a fire to his groin that blazed like an inferno deep inside him. Only being buried deep inside his mate, filling her completely, bringing her to the brink of glorious abandoned pleasure could put the fire out when his seed emptied inside her warm wet depths.
That’s what he craved right now and he’d bring her to the brink of ecstasy again and again before succumbing to his own desires.
Her head fell back as he displayed her on the soft comforter, opening her thighs to dip his head and flick his tongue along her warm folds. Her hips jerking as his fingers splayed across the top of her thighs, two fingers circling her clit as he dipped his tongue inside. His thick thumbs joining his mouth, spreading her wide, then sliding in and out, fucking her with his mouth and fingers.
Maisy’s head lurched from side to side, her moans growing louder until she finally reached for his hair, yanking on it hard. “Zohar! I need you.”
Smirking he looked up, locking eyes with her and raised an eyebrow. “What?” he mumbled, keeping his mouth exactly where it was.
“Please! I need you, inside me, now!”
Zohar allowed himself the pleasure of one last, long, taste before sliding up over her, taking the time to nibble on her breasts as he went. Her fingers tangled roughly in his hair, urging him upwards, her voice raspy as she groaned.
“Zohar! Stop dawdling or I’m gonna scream!”
“Scream all you want.” Zohar laughed as he finally arrived at her lips. His hands landing either side of her head, his body towering over hers, his rock-hard cock teasing her entrance. Staring into her dark green eyes, he gazed at her beauty, once again thanking the Goddess for sending his Sunshine to him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Люблю тебя всем сердцем, всей душою.”
Maisy nibbled her lip, frowning. “I don’t recognize that. What does it mean?”
Zohar leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. “I love you with all my heart, with all my soul. It’s the truth, Maisy, and I’ll always love you. Forever, from now until eternity, my sweet sunshine.”
Maisy let out a small sob, her hand cupping his stubbled cheek. “I love you too, my fierce warrior. Always. But you need to fuck me right now!”
“Anything for you,” Zohar answered, thrusting inside her warmth as he dropped his lips to claim her mouth in a searing kiss full of passion and love.
The rest of the night was spent with him showering her with his love, his desire, his hunger for her body, heart and soul.
Maisy walked slowly around the edge of the camp, her long blonde hair billowing out behind her as a soft breeze blew. She raised a hand to wave to Jacinthe and Florine who were on their way to take up their sentry duties.
Zohar forced himself to stay where he was, although the urge to go to his mate ran fiercely through him, he knew she’d be annoyed if he did. Instead he sat on the porch and pretended he wasn’t feeling like he was sitting on a razor-sharp knife edge.
Danko handed him a beer, or rather, he threw one on his lap. “Have a drink and try and calm down.”
Zohar threw his Beta a filthy look,
