Gradually, her kisses trailed away from just his mouth. He let her slowly back onto her feet, his head thrown back to take her teeth on his throat, on his chest, and lower still. She knelt, opening him to air, and he heard her call to Sue-Eye.
The next thing he felt he had to close his eyes to savor: his females on their knees on either side of him, their tongues sliding in tandem along his length, their hands fighting gently for the right to grip him. The duel lasted for some time, enough to make him hard and ready, enough to coarsen his breath and underscore each pant with a lustful growl. He endured them, his hands resting atop their twin heads, feeling them move and nod as they licked and teased him.
“Raven,” he said, warning her, and she immediately supplanted her partner, taking him fully into her mouth. He brushed his claws lightly through her hair, smiling down at her as she brought him expertly to his first climax and milked him of every drop.
“There,” she said, wiping at her lips as she stared up at him. “Now I can really play.”
She pushed him roughly against the wall and he let himself fall back, laughing at her human ferocity. Her mouth went back to work, now kissing a path from his groin back up to his lips. He tasted the musky minerals of his seed on her wet breath and growled into her, his claws flexing in the air. Her hands were never still and could not be anticipated. She traced patterns with her fingertips that he could scarcely feel, and then cut at him in a manner nearly Jotan, only to press her palms on him in gentle massage. She was testing him, tempering her urgency with whimsy, and he leaned back and just enjoyed it.
Her hands twined up through his hair and pulled, guiding him down her exposed throat (he could not resist a little nip, drawing a pearl of blood to whet his appetite) and to the valley between her breasts. He bent her back, licking and sucking at the stiff peaks that formed at their centers, alternating one and then the other, tugging now and again at the metals he had put in her. She responded with gasps, arching into his touch and crying out aloud when he caught a bud between his careful teeth.
So responsive. So easily caught and held in passion. And so sincere, if the musk that fogged his senses were anything to measure by. Kane grazed his teeth along her throat and again devoured her mouth, forcing her to open to him, and exploring her thoroughly as his hands caressed, clawed, and kneaded at her.
Things that humans do, she’d said. Well, Kane was a quick study and he’d been looking over those mating programs on the tee-vee every chance he’d had. His ears were keenly attuned to her cries of pleasure or pain, and Raven was nothing if not reactive. Her little groans and whimpers were enough to lead him through her unfamiliar territories. He could not be as rough as he would have liked, but there was satisfaction enough in the way he could make her cling or claw at him.
Suddenly, she drew back, her eyes clouded and her face flushed. “Can you…” she stammered. Her hips shifted, her thighs squeezed at one another in a dance of desperation. “Do you know how to…?”
He grinned and swung her around, throwing her back against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her in a gasp. He bent, got his arms under her knees and hupped her up onto his shoulders. She uttered a whistling shriek, one hand flying up to slap at the close ceiling and the other clawing for purchase in his hair, but the next sound she made was a strangled cry of pure pleasure as Kane pressed his mouth to her fragrant sex.
The taste was exquisite, a thousand times more intoxicating than scent alone. He had meant to go slow, as humans seemed to prefer, but was unprepared for the surge of raw lust her oils awoke in him. He stabbed his tongue inside her, pushing her hungrily open, and her hips bucked bruisingly back at him. He restrained himself with shivering effort, withdrawing for several calming breaths before he made his second attempt. This time, steeled against the potency of her secret sex, he made himself linger in parting her. The metal ornamenting her folds added a texture to her silken oils that made it a pleasure to lick and slide and thrust, which in turn flooded her anew.
Kane schooled himself, his own passion rising in urgency as he serviced his female. The clit he had found with his fingers before he now took into his mouth, and found he could make Raven buck as enthusiastically as a male if he teased it right. He discovered too, that when the richness of her overwhelmed him into growling against her, either the sound or the vibration of it could send her into clenching, moaning fits.
It had been a long, long time since Kane had ever tried something so new with such diverse and enjoyable results. It felt, in some bizarre fashion, like receiving that first blowjob from Raven’s remarkable mouth. Just watching Raven, feeling her lose her self-control so completely because of something he was doing was every bit as good as being fucked by her. He didn’t know why that should be so, but it was. He lavished her with his mouth, losing count of the spasms that shook her, painting himself with her eager oils, and took a commander’s share of her pleasure for his own, until he was in danger of cumming out into empty air.
When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he lowered her before him, teasing a trail up her undulating body until he could feel her hot sex capping him. Limber Raven, she somehow kept her legs up and out, until her ankles rested on his shoulders. He tried once to shrug them off, and then looked at her with a crooked smile and said, “You’d better be sure, because once I start—”
“Did I tell you you could talk?” she panted, and bared her teeth at him.
His body slapped his mind aside in pure, animal response. He was inside her in a single thrust, imbedded deeper than he could have imagined, plunging past the grip of metal into the searing core of her. The V of her legs between them was a springboard, adding new resistance and thrust to his rhythm; he howled, his head back and breath like fire in his throat, and felt his Raven scratching and biting until she’d had blood of her own. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t think. Pleasure was eating him up from the guts out, pooling and churning in him until it exploded out of him in a cumming he felt for the first time with his whole damned body.
He punched his claws into the wall to keep from falling, his free arm keeping Raven pinned to him. She was limp, her legs sliding down to dangle at his sides, and she was smiling. He watched her breathe, his eyes transfixed by her face alone. This was the mate he was going to have every day for the rest of her life. Let mortals say what they would about his line of work, but clearly, the gods loved a slaver.
“Put me down,” she said, and tossed her hair imperiously when he raised an eyebrow at her. There was something in her mind, he saw, some teasing and hungry thing he was only too happy to let out.
He set her on her feet and stood back as she walked around him. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announced. “I was going to let you help. But I think I like you this way better.” She ran a fingertip down his back, and then came around where he could see her lick the sweat away. “I definitely like you better this way. But I hate to think of you here all alone.” Her eyes slid past him pointedly.
Kane tracked her gaze to Sue-Eye, who had returned to her bed at some point and now sat watching them, utterly forgotten by him. “You don’t get to touch her,” Raven said. “In fact, put your hands on your head and leave them there. But she can do anything she wants to you until I get back. And don’t you dare let him cum,” she added, striding through the bathroom door.
Daring little Raven. And what would she do if he followed her into the shower and took her on the tiles? It wasn’t like she could do a damned thing to stop him. But he wasn’t in the least bit tempted to, really. He was enjoying this game too much.
