Maisie
I ran my tongue up and down the seam, and then flattening it under until his hips bucked, and I took him in hand, giving him something to fuck as I licked every inch of his length until the motion was smooth.
Jericho's fingers flew into my hair and he let out a low groan. "Fuck, malyshka."
I sucked down as far as I could—half way—and hummed when he hit the back of my throat. His back bowed off the bed, jamming up a few inches down my throat and I gagged on him, my teeth nicking a vein.
His growl was guttural and I lost control again the second his blood hit my tongue.
I was alive. I was so alive. I had never been more alive in my life. I held down his hips and drank, and his eyes blackened, his Lycan watching me eat him alive. It made me feel powerful and alive.
"Dieu, fuck. That shouldn't be hot," Quinlan rasped.
