Chapter 27: Late Night Supper

He started gently, his tongue swirling in slow, agonizingly precise circles over my most sensitive nerve endings. He lapped at my slick wetness, savoring the taste of me like I was a delicacy he had been starving for centuries to consume. 

He sucked the swollen bud between his lips, flicking it gently while his fangs grazed my sensitive folds just enough to send sparks shooting up my spine.

“Oh… fuck…” The moan slipped out before I could stop it.

I hated it. I hated how good it felt. I hated that after everything — after he sat on that throne and let them decide my fate like I was nothing — my body was still betraying me.

He was devouring me. Deeply, passionately, and with an aggressive hunger that bordered on violence.

Every time his tongue flicked, every time his lips pulled at my swollen flesh, a shockwave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy shot straight up my spine. My thighs began to jitter uncontrollably. The muscles in my calves cramped as I pointed my toes, my entire body winding tighter and tighter like a coiled spring.

My wolf was howling, a wild, feral song of absolute worship. For three years, Kaelen had barely touched me, treating my body like a defective burden. And now, the most powerful predator on the continent was on his knees, burying his face in my wetness, drinking my pleasure like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

He slid two thick fingers inside me, pushing deep into my slick, tight canal, perfectly matching the frantic, desperate rhythm of his tongue. He was stretching me, filling me, consuming me from the inside out.

Riven pulled back just enough to look up at me, his lips shiny with my arousal. “Still want me to leave, little bird?” he asked, voice husky.

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out except a shaky breath.

He smiled knowingly and dove back in.

This time he was deeper. More passionate. His tongue pushed inside me, stroking my walls while his nose rubbed against my clit. He ate me like a man savoring his favorite meal. Every lick, every suckle sent electricity racing through my veins. The bond between us crackled and sparked, my wolf howling inside my chest, pressing desperately against my ribs to reach his.

My hand found his hair without thinking. My fingers curled into the long, dark strands as my hips started rolling against his mouth.

I was losing.

My thighs began to jitter uncontrollably. Soft, desperate moans kept escaping my lips no matter how hard I bit them. 

I wanted more.

Riven growled against my pussy, the vibration making my eyes roll back. He pulled my thighs even closer to his face, burying himself deeper, sucking harder, devouring me with a passion that felt almost worshipful.

My back arched off the bed. I was so close. So fucking close.

The orgasm was building like a tidal wave. It was massive, heavy, and blinding. I could feel the pressure behind my eyes. I was right there. I was teetering right on the terrifying, beautiful edge of the drop.

"I'm going to.." I cried out, my hips bucking wildly against his mouth. "Riven, I'm coming, I'm.."

He stopped. Instantly!

He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and lifted his mouth away from my cunt.

The sudden absence of his heat, the abrupt, violent cessation of the friction, was physically agonizing. It felt like being dropped into an ice bath right in the middle of a fever.

I let out a broken, frustrated whine, my hips involuntarily jerking upward, blindly chasing his mouth.

Riven slowly got to his feet. He wiped the back of his massive hand across his mouth, leaving a faint, glistening smear of my wetness across his scarred jaw. His chest heaved, his golden eyes completely dilated, black with unsated lust.

He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me.

I was a mess. A complete, shameful ruin. I was lying spread-eagle, my tunic shoved up, my chest heaving, my thighs vibrating uncontrollably from the interrupted climax.

Riven tilted his head, that dark, wicked smile returning to his lips.

“Tell me, little dove…” he said, his voice rough and low. “Do you still want me to leave?”

I was shaking. My pussy was aching. My wolf was screaming inside me.

I hated him.

I needed him.

My voice came out small, broken, and shameless. “…No. Please dont..”

Riven’s grin spread slowly across his face, ear to ear… wide, victorious, and dangerously pleased.

He leaned over me, caging me in with his powerful arms. “Good girl,” he murmured. “But you’re going to have to beg harder than that.”

“You were warned, little bird.”