At a loss for words, I raise the mango again. She eats like she’s ravenous, devouring the tender flesh. I make quick work of the peel, dropping it at our feet and turning the sticky fruit around and around until she’s eaten all the orange meat. “Sorry. I didn’t save you any.”
“I’m fine, muñeca. Do you want the seed?” I’m dying as I offer it to her. She’s winning this game without even trying. I won’t survive the torture of watching her suck the seed, and yet every cell in my body requires I see it.
She lifts her brows. “What do you do with it?”
There. It’s all over. I have to show her. I push the seed between her lips, fuck her mouth with it.
Her eyes dilate, teeth clamp down and scrape the remaining flesh from the seed. I pull the seed out so she can swallow and she sounds breathless.
Fates take me now.
Her pretty pink tongue extends from her mouth to lick away some of the juice from her lips. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” My voice is pure gravel.
“Making love to me with a mango.”
I thrust the seed back between her lips. “No, beautiful. That wasn’t making love to you with a mango.” I pull the seed back out and trail it down her neck, between her breasts. I follow with my mouth, licking along the sweet trail of juice I’ve left. “This is making love to you with a mango.”
I drag it all the way down her belly, turn the seed flat side up and rub between her legs.
She cries out and tries to close her thighs but I make a sharp disapproving sound and she stills.
Fates, I’m really doing this.
She whimpers, rocking her pelvis down to grind into the fruit. We both pant as I rub it back and forth over her slit, her juices mingling with the mango’s. The sound is slick, like sex. I pull the mango seed away and bring it back with a slap, spanking her pussy. Her eyes widen and she emits a needy moan.
“Do you need me to clean up my mess, baby?” I slap her with the mango seed again. Our eyes are locked, and I’m hoping she’ll see I’ve reined the wolf in enough to do this for her. My cock may seriously break off it’s so hard, but pleasuring her is a need fueling me like no other.
Her head wobbles in a nod.
Thank the fates.
I drop to my knees beside the bed and lift one of her legs, propping it on my shoulder. With a flat tongue I lap up the mango juice, cleaning it until I get to her natural essence, that tang that makes my blood hum.
This is where I belong.
It’s like my entire life, which has been one giant, walking existential crisis, has been solved between her legs. Pleasuring my female is the only thing that matters in the world. I don’t give a fuck about the elders, or even mind that they wanted this, they plotted it. They’re probably watching it from the window. I only live for those cries of pleasure coming from Sedona’s throat, the way her fingers tear at my hair, urging me on. I make my tongue stiff and penetrate her, then move up to her sweet little clit. I suck on it, flick it, swirl my tongue around it. “Like that, beautiful?”
“No,” she moans, pulling my mouth back to her clit. I smile against her flesh, returning to my chosen duty.
Sensing her urgency, I give her more, screwing one finger into her pussy. She’s tight-unbelievably tight-and she moans on every exhale like she’s about to come. I curl my finger to reach her front wall, sweep it around until I find the place where the tissue wrinkles up when I touch it. Her G-spot.
She screams, rubbing her pussy over my face as her muscles clamp down on my finger in a singularly glorious release.
As if to punctuate the end of the show, the lights in the cell abruptly go out.
Sedona
As if I wasn’t dizzy enough from my orgasm, the fuckers turned the lights out on us. It would be pitch black to a human. Shifters can see in the dark, so I’m not completely blind.
They must have decided it’s our official bedtime. I cling to Carlos’ head because I need something real and solid to steady myself.
Carlos mutters a curse and eases my leg down from his shoulder. He traces up my thighs with his palms until he reaches my waist. “Okay, ángel?”
“Yeah.” I sound winded. Well, an orgasm will do that to you.
His palm coasts over the curve of my buttocks ever so lightly, then he gives them a squeeze. “All right,” he clears his throat. “I should let you sleep. I’ll take the floor.”
He stands and my stomach flips at the loss of his warmth. “I don’t mind sharing.”
“Oh muñeca. I would kill to share a bed with you, but it would end with me pounding that sweet pussy of yours until the lights come back on. So no, I’ll take the floor.”
Lordy, he knows how to talk dirty. His words skitter over my skin, leaving trails of heat everywhere they touch. The room is still spinning from the best cunnilingus of my life.
No wonder he was offended when I suggested we fool around. A man like Carlos gives everything he has in bed and takes everything in return. He’s a total alpha. Dominant. Demanding. I had no idea that kind of thing turned me on, but it does.
Even though he said he’d take the floor, he’s still standing beside the bed, staring down at me with the look of a starving man. His erection is huge and long, curving up toward his washboard abs.