“In our village, it wasn’t custom to give the future king a gift until his fifteenth birthday. I was to have a celebration after I returned with enough kills to feed our village. I was a great hunter already. My mother’s mate saw to that. He of course took credit for my kills as was his right as king.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk of the past.”
Torrance didn’t either. With a little pressure, she moved his hands, helping him ease her bra away. “I will give you many presents.”
He sucked in air. “They are like berries. I must taste them.”
His head bent, but his eyes snared hers, asking, demanding. “They are yours,” she said.
A grin of acknowledgement and triumph split his lips. Good heavens the man was gorgeous, but when he smiled, he became something even the goddess probably would have a hard time defining.
At the first touch of his lips on her flesh, she was sure her heart stopped for a heartbeat or ten before speeding up to a pace no human could live through. Luckily for her, she wasn’t human or shifter. She was Torrance, the panther who was more. And oh my god, he was purring or humming. His hands were caressing the other nipple then he switched, giving the same treatment, and she knew, just knew she wasn’t going to survive.
“Ah, ma penzi, you will. I will ensure this,” he promised.
“Pretend you didn’t hear that.” She gripped his hair in her hands as an anchor, her hips twisting under him, needing more.
Thadd chuckled. His hands released her flesh to tug her hands free of his hair. “Upendo, you’re going to make me bald if you keep that up.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” She looked at the silken strands caught between her fingers, wincing at the thought of hurting him.
He kissed her fingers. “No worries, ma penzi, you can have all the hanks of my hair you’d like once I get you naked.” He winked.
She would’ve argued, but the crazy lion fried her last brain cell as he trailed a path of heated kisses along her abdomen, stopping at the top of her shorts with a wet lick. “Mm, these must go.”
He gave a tap on her hips, a clear indication for her to lift. One tug later and her shorts and panties were lying next to her shirt.
“Feel free to hold my hair if you need to, upendo,” he murmured against her mound. His gaze went to where he was kneeling eyes blazing with intensity.
“I won’t. Pull your hair I mean.” Her legs were already shaking from thoughts of him putting that rough tongue between her thighs. His tongue was rough and long, much more so than a human male would be. Of course, everything on Thadd was supersized even when he wasn’t going all Hulk Lion on her. Holy crap, thinking of his monster dick, she zeroed in on that part of his anatomy. The thick outline had to be a trick of the lightning. Yep, that’s her story, and she’s sticking to it. Then there was no more thinking because he moved, his face, a sensual mask, disappearing, and his mouth was on her pussy.
Torrance felt it, his hum of pleasure, gasping at the dual vibration of his tongue and the noise he was making. She couldn’t focus on one thing before he was moving that diabolical tongue down and up, down and up, swirling and slurping, and then he slid it inside her as if he wanted to lick every ounce of cream she was creating. And from the sounds of it, she had a lot. She should probably be embarrassed. Might have been if Thadd wasn’t making the happy sounds he was, and her body wasn’t on fire from his assault.
“That’s it, baby, give me all you got.” His lips went back to playing with her clit as he pushed a thick finger inside her followed by another.
Torrance couldn’t stay still, twisting and arching. Surely a body couldn’t take that much pleasure and survive. The tingles started in her fingers and toes simultaneously, racing toward the middle of her body with a speed she had no chance of controlling. “Oh, Thadd, I’m coming,” she yelled.
“Yeah you are,” he said.
The satisfaction in those three words rumbled against her gave her the last little bit she needed to explode. Jumping jellybeans, she tossed her hands out to her sides to keep from grabbing his hair. Her back bowed, arcs of electricity sizzling through her as he pumped two, then three fingers in and out, in and out while his lips sucked her clit.
Did the treetops look closer to them?
Thank god Thadd held her by the hips—bless that big lion and his strength. His hands dug into her hips, her anchor in the storm that whipped around them. One orgasm rolled into another, her body, which had only ever felt her fingers and the BOB she’d bought online, woke with a vengeance. She knew Thadd would be covered in her cream, or maybe not by the way he was feasting, but again, thoughts became impossible as her mind shut down, and she screamed his name again. This time, Thadd kept them grounded, his strength holding her with one large hand on her stomach the other held her leg pushed up to her chest keeping her wide open for him and his licking. Damn, the man licked and sucked and fingered her like he was going for a world record. Torrance cried out for the third or was it the fourth time, her legs shaking so hard Thadd’s grip on them slipped. She trapped his head between her thighs. Not that he appeared to mind as he lazily lapped between her legs.
“I—that was. Holy goddess on a broomstick.” She took a moment, taking in great gulps of air, before attempting to speak again.
Thadd lay between her thighs, his long, beautiful tongue licking her thigh like he was making sure he
