My heart thudded as I watched his other hand curl around my right breast. My already pebbled nipples hardened as he drew his finger across the peak. The breath I took caught as his lips coasted up the side of my neck, drawing forth blade-sharp anticipation of feeling his fangs against my skin and…an emotion I refused to focus on.

I bit my lip as he rolled the nipple between his forefinger and thumb. A tremor went through me. “Should we return to the bedchamber?”

“I’m too impatient to do so.” He nipped at my ear as his hand delved between my thighs. One long, cool finger slipped inside, drawing a ragged moan from me. “And you know what you are?”

I watched the tendons of his hand flex as his finger—fingers—moved inside me. “What?”

“You’re just as slick and wet as I tasted earlier.”

Oh, gods.

A shudder of heat and desire went through me as my hips twitched against his hand. His fang scraped my earlobe once more as he withdrew his hand from my thighs and dragged his palm up my stomach, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.

“So very wet,” he purred.

My skin was burning, but it had little to do with how blatant my arousal was. His fingers dragged over my left breast as his lips brushed my temple—

Something cool and soft slipped over my calf, causing my body to jerk. I started to look down, but Ash folded his hand over the front of my throat. He tipped my head back, and I caught a brief glimpse of the silvery orbs of his eyes before he claimed my mouth with his.

The kiss was fierce, parting my lips with one sweep of his tongue as that cool, swirling mass of energy reached my knee. My pulse pounded as his tongue swept over my fangs. The rich, smoky taste of his blood hit my tongue as cool air kissed the area between my thighs. A shudder racked me as I felt another tendril curl itself around my upper leg, lifting it and spreading me open. Ash chuckled against my lips and then deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting just as the essence did the same. I cried out, my back arching as his Primal essence filled me. His mouth left mine, but his hand stayed at my throat as my gaze flicked back to the mirror.

I was transfixed by what I saw, unable to look away as the thick, shadowy tendril wrapped around my right leg moved deep inside me.

“You’re even wetter now.” Ash’s rough voice vibrated through the bathing chamber as he, too, was fixated on our reflection. “Even more soft and hot.”

Gods, he was…

Ash was wicked.

I trembled as I felt crackling air spin itself along my right leg, the buzz of energy teasing and humming as it climbed. My breath stuttered as I felt his essence beneath my rear, lifting me until neither foot touched the floor.

“That’s my pretty, wet pussy,” he whispered in my ear. I moaned as the hold around my waist tightened. “I need to feel it on my cock.”

“Yes, please.”

His laugh was short and rough. The essence retreated, but before I could mourn its loss, Ash’s cock was buried deep inside me.

“Oh, gods,” I cried out, feeling all my tiny muscles clench around him.

Ash wasn’t in the mood for sweet, tender lovemaking. Obviously. He fucked, and with the way he and his essence held me, how the pulsating strands of eather moved me back against him as he thrust into me, he had complete control. And that heightened my lust to the point where it was almost painful.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “So perfect.”

My head fell back against his chest as he rocked against me—

A thin tendril danced over the curve of my ass cheek. My eyes flew open.

Ash’s movements stilled. His gaze in the reflection snared mine. The wisp of energy slipped over where we were joined, teasing the empty, sensitive opening. “What do you want, meyaah Liessa?”

I immediately knew what he wanted to hear me say. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck my pussy and my ass, my King.”

His chuckle was darkly sensual. The current of eather pulsed and then eased itself into me. The sound I made scorched my cheeks as the pressure filled me to the point where I felt like I would lose all sense. Tension curled so tightly there was a good chance I would come if he so much as twitched.

But he didn’t. Ash was utterly still behind and in me.

“You forgot something,” he chided.

“What…?” My eyes narrowed as I realized what he meant. “How about, fuck me now?”

“That’s not it.”

“I know.”

The tendril expanded slightly, drawing out a ragged curse. “What do you want, meyaah Liessa?” he asked again.

I could refuse, and if I did, I knew he’d still give me what I wanted, but he also knew it wasn’t what I needed.

I turned my head toward his. “Fuck me.” Our lips brushed. “Fuck me in my ass and pussy, Ash.”

He groaned. “As you wish.”

And that is what he did. His hips and essence moved in perfect rhythm. The pleasure was all-consuming, almost too much, and I strained and twisted in his hold as the curls of tension built quickly. Ash thrust deep and hard, holding me tightly as I ground on him. The coil deep inside me spun and spun until I didn’t think I could take much more. My entire body was too sensitive. I was too full.

The hand at my throat tipped my head back. “I love you,” Ash whispered against my lips, kissing me.

Those three words sent me over the edge. The climax took me hard, rushing through me in pounding waves of ecstasy. My cries were lost in Ash’s groan as he found his release.

I didn’t know how long we stayed that way as sweet aftershocks fluttered through both of us, but my knees were still a little weak by the time he eased himself from me and placed me on my feet.

He kissed my temple. “Stay right there.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured.

He shot me a quick grin, then found a washcloth that he dampened. Returning to stand behind me, he kissed the corner of my lips as he gently swept the washcloth between my thighs. The act of him cleaning me up was so sweet I thought I might cry. Like seriously. Tears clogged my throat, and I rolled my eyes at myself. I had no idea why I was so emotional. I was going to blame post-orgasmic bliss.

“Coming back to bed?” Ash asked, tossing the washcloth into a hamper.

I nodded. “In a minute.”

“Don’t take too long.” His lips brushed my forehead. “You’ve kept me up long enough.”

“Me?” I laughed as he stepped away. “I was minding my own business in here, thank you very much.”

“Yes, you were minding your own business walking around naked.” He opened the door as he looked over his shoulder at me. A lock of hair fell across his face. “While being as wet as sin.”

My mouth dropped open.

“What else was I to do?” he questioned, one side of his lips curving up.

I snapped my mouth shut as my eyes narrowed. He chuckled, turning away. “You know,” I said, “it’s inappropriate to point out things like that.”

“One would also think having such a hungry pussy is also inappropriate,” he replied.

A shocked giggle burst from my lips. “Naughty Ash.”

“Naughty pussy, more like.”

“Oh, my gods.” I smacked my hands over my face. “I think we can stop saying pussy now.”

Ash chuckled. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

I shook my head as he closed the door, even though I absolutely loved this dirty side of him. I thought back to what we’d just done. I really loved the dirtier side of him.

Figuring it would be best if I stopped thinking about that before I found myself once more in Ash’s arms, I bent over the vanity and splashed cool water on my way-too-hot face. I plucked up the nearest clean towel to dry myself as my gaze drifted to the mirror.

Even in the dim glow of the lamplight, seeing my eyes still came as a shock, despite looking like my freckled self.

Well, not completely like myself. There was a slight golden glow to my skin that hadn’t been there before I rose as a Primal. I lifted my upper lip until the tips of the two small fangs appeared.